Soon, my pets. Soon. Like more than 10 days, but less than 20? I am not
just trying to be coy, a few things are still up in the air. BUT you know who will be the first to know?
You know who else is dying for Biscuit to open?
I finally got a chance to read the latest Lonny (do it, obviously) and I was, frankly, a little embarrassed by his over-the-top enthusiasm for the Biscuit mission.
I also quietly enjoyed the piece on Mr. Redd, Nick Olsen, Bunny Williams and mentorship in decorating. Allsooo with a focus on bedrooms.
(You should really read the article for context, and everything else, but clockwise from the top left is the work of Mr. Hadley, his ment-ee Bunny Williams, her ment-o Miles Redd, and his ment-ini Nick Olsen)
And let us never, ever forget Miles’ man proceeding Olsen: David Kaihoi’s stunning biscuit.
They are baking them biscuits up right over there.
Kinda can’t decide if I would rather be in theirs, or Jay-Z’s mutha-effin Clique.
“Yeah I’m talkin’ ‘Ye, yeah I’m talkin’ Rih, yeah I’m talkin’ B…” <–That “B” is for Bailey. I swear, just listen to it.
I have read in several articles that Miles is not technologically prone, and I thank all the fuzzy lambs in the world for that daily.
Because could you even imagine if he read my posts about him?
And it gets hot in Houston. Like today. 90 degrees in October. Foolishness.