R.I.P.

(1920-2010) Mrs. Quan Yin, 90, died October 2nd at my home.

She had been married to Mr. Quan Yin for 90 years. She never had any children and excelled at nothing except occasionally lighting up a room when she was turned on. Often mistaken for an albino, Mrs. Yin was a simple blanc de chine gal from China. She is survived only by her husband, Mr. Quan Yin.

Her death occurred under suspicious circumstances and the case remains under investigation. It is known that there are a handful of persons of interest.

Mr. Quan Yin has been questioned but he isn't talking.

There was also a pair of Venetian Blackamoors in the same room at the time of the accident.

They swear they were just doing their job and protecting the bar.

These knicker wearing boys, though, have been known to dip into the sauce while on the job so their testimony might not hold up.

In lieu of flowers, please leave your favorite lamp on my doorstep.

Let There Be Light

I shop like I have a store. Somebody stop me.

Pierced blanc de chine.

Italian swirled glass.

The good news is that they were sold before they were even unloaded from my car.

Once again, thanks Steve.

Road Trip

I hit the road today looking for a little decorator's pick-me-up. I took my former assistant with me on her last assignment. She screamed at me the whole way up and back... Even with Merritt as a handicap I acquired a pair of Century Bergeres...


...screaming out for Jim Thompson's Pebble and about 7 more plucked ducks worth of feathers. I also found 1 teeny blanc de chine lamp and 1 teeny potential blanc de chine lamp. Not bad.


It's been said before...I have a thing for lamps and chairs. What can I say? They find me. Mama needs a drink, though. That trip was hard on the ears.

View video of assistant appearing rational here.