Thursday's edition of the New York Times is my favorite. You have the Thursday Styles Section AND the House and Home Section on the same day, and you don't have to wait until Sunday for good fluff.
Yesterday's House and Home section featured an unlikely AT HOME WITH... Phyllis Schlafly. If there is one person's house I know that I don't want to visit it is the anti-gay mother of a gay, that battle-axe of a lady who fought against lady-rights. But I couldn't resist. I dove into reading what I thought would be a tour of her chintz-filled chalet in Ladue, Missouri. I'm from a neighboring St. Louis suburb, so I was even more titillated.
As it turns out, there wasn't much said about her design or where she finds her inspiration. While I'm sure I missed out on a Talbots-filled closet, the piece left me hungry. The only picture of the interior of her home actually looked rather tasteful to me -- lots of red furniture and wood paneling. Every home has a smell but people who live amongst their smell are immune to what the home smells like. I wonder how Ms. Schlafly's home smells. Like cinnamon sticks, perhaps? Starch? Disinfectant?
I was at Tammy Faye's Palm Springs house a couple times about 10 years ago doing a shoot for CBS. It had its own smell but I can't access it this morning. There were hummels and figurines and Tammy Faye Dance Party Gold Records and potpourri and her teeny dog, Tuppins circled the scene. She made me fudge for my trip back to NYC!