Though my style tends towards Scandinavian, it’s definitely more Gustavian than folk. And thus, except for the occasional lobster, red is not a color you’ll see much of in my home. It’s not that I don’t like red, it’s just that once I’ve picked all the other colors in the room, it never seems to fit.
My friend, Marnie, on the other hand, has a full grasp of red. Her home, with its soaring ceilings, long, sun-soaked windows, warm wood beams, and white plaster walls is more modern Scandinavian in style. And thus a touch of jolly, Gotland horse, or tomato red is just the thing.
The other night in particular, the whole dinner party seemed to be channeling red. Everyone had at least a piece of it on. (Even me; my glasses are red!) On an overcast summer’s eve, it made for a most jolly occasion.
Some design serendipity by the kids: newly ripened thimble berries left on the bathroom counter.
I don’t like to use the word “covet” because it’s so bloggy. But I COVET Marnie’s sconces, which she brought back from Venice. Covered in two layers of rich fabric, they’re champagne colored when off. But when switched on, they positively glow in Carnivale red.