Makeup artist Alexandria Washington over-fills JoEllen’s light eyebrows with a soft brown pencil. / MyLittleBird photo
Alex brushes a liquid concealer below JoEllen’s brow to shape the brow into a slight arch. / MyLittleBird photo.
A pale champagne-colored eye shadow over the entire lid with a soft plum brushed into the crease defines JoEllen’s eyes. / MyLittleBird photo.
Alex applies the narrowest of lines at the upper lash line to make JoEllen’s eyes pop. / MyLittleBird photo.
The result is a soft, pretty, minimalist daytime look. / MyLittleBird photo.
Simply switching to a dark berry-colored lip color provides the punch for a more dramatic nighttime look. / MyLittleBird photo.
Kisses to the crowd. Alex and JoEllen mug for the camera. / MyLittleBird photo.
Tools of the trade. / MyLittleBird photo.
Own Your Wonder makeup artist Alexandria Washington. / MyLittleBird photo.
I’M A HUGE FAN of Angie Castellano’s laugh-out-loud makeup videos, but her style is, well, not mine. Smoky eye? Gold eye shadow? Nothing wrong with that. But not for me. Then Own Your Wonder, a makeup service in Georgetown, contacted LittleBird Janet to introduce itself, and I jumped at the assignment.
See, I love makeup. I don’t wear much, but nothing beats that optimistic feeling you get amidst the cosmetic counters at Bloomingdale’s or Saks. The right blush, eye shadow combination or new lipstick keeps hope alive. Plus I can’t bear facing the world with a naked face. And I was eager to learn how the pros at Own Your Wonder would approach a face that, let’s just say, wasn’t dewy with youth.
As their website points out, Own Your Wonder is a full-service makeup bar that makes professional makeup accessible and affordable. Whether you’re going for a no-makeup makeup, on-trend look or total glam for every day or special occasion. Offering monthly membership or à la carte services, there’s no retail, no pressure to buy products. Wonder welcomes all skin tones, styles and gender identities.
Six experienced makeup artists offer services that can be as specific as a 15-minute eye touch-up or as encompassing as a 60-minute chin to bangs makeover. Wonder offers makeup lessons too. The pros will point out what they believe is your best feature and teach you tricks of enhancement along with advice on how to conceal those not-so-desirable features.
The artists use a variety of cosmetics and even will use your brought-from-home favorites. They also can provide tips on making the most of all those products cluttering your bathroom counter. But don’t be surprised at being asked to reveal the contents of your makeup bag. And really don’t be surprised by a command to throw away that 10-year-old lint-covered lipstick you’ve been dragging around. You know you should have done it years ago even if it did cost $35, The pros recommend tossing any product older than a year, particularly lipsticks and eye products.
It’s easy enough to watch a makeup video with a model who looks nothing like you, but much better when you’re the model and a professional is tailoring the makeup just for you. Own Your Wonder allows you to walk away with a new appreciation of what works for you and, equally important, what doesn’t.
Prices range from $20 for a 15-minute eye touch up to $70 for the 60-minute total makeover. Bring a friend and get two 30-minute makeovers for $50. Makeup lessons cost between $60 for a 30-minute mini lesson and $350 for a 60-minute group session. Like I said, bring a friend (or friends). It’s fun.
I persuaded my friend JoEllen to be my test case. JoEllen, an amazingly talented pastel and oil artist (check out her work ) is a real girl’s girl who likes to glam up for gallery openings and receptions and always seems to have a wedding on her calendar. The plan was twofold—a minimalist daytime look that with just an added touch or two could segue into a more dramatic nighttime face.
Makeup artist Alexandria Washington, who with her waist-length blond braids and sweeping eyelashes is no stranger to drama herself, began with JoEllen’s light eyebrows, which Alex filled in with a soft brown pencil then carefully arched by applying concealer under the brow. Concealer evened out the darkness below the eye as well. Using concealer for shaping was news to me.
Alex applied a bare champagne-colored shadow to JoEllen’s lids and created depth by working a light plum shadow into the crease. That was it for eye shadow for this light, fresh daytime look. But it was perfect. It didn’t scream makeup. Just a touch of daytime drama came next. With eyeliner Alex drew the thinnest of lines at the upper lash line. The effect was illuminating. The subtle line defined JoEllen’s eyes, making her eyes the focus and not the eyeliner. A brush of brown mascara (not black!) and JoEllen’s eyes were softly transformed. A light liquid foundation and sweep of pale blush finished the face. I was surprised Alex finished with foundation rather than applying it first. Her reason? Applying it first allows for the possibility of eye shadow fall-out messing up the foundation. And, as she says, it’s almost impossible to clean it off without ruining the foundation you’ve just applied.
Alex’s philosophy is that you should always stress your strongest feature, assuming of course, you’re aware which feature is your strongest. Alex singled out JoEllen’s lips and for daytime chose a light plum lip color. She used a lip liner for definition and extended the liner color over most of JoEllen’s lips to keep the lipstick from feathering at the edges and to prolong its wear. It was easy then to up the nighttime ante simply by switching the lip color to a deep, darker berry. No need to redo the entire face.
Were my concerns about makeup on older skin valid? You bet. Hydration is key. Don’t skimp on moisturizer. Foundation and powder can accentuate wrinkles so it’s wise to be sparing with both. However, Alex believes older customers shouldn’t necessarily shy away from shimmer since, she says, it can make the skin look fresher. She recommends applying it lightly and in both directions for good coverage.
Have questions? Don’t be shy. Ask the artists. They want you to be engaged in the process. If you’re not happy with the outcome, let them know. Don’t walk out the door feeling you need to go directly home and wash your face. This is an opportunity to experiment. And have a good time in the process.
—Kathy Legg
Own Your Wonder, 1659 Wisconsin Avenue NW, Washington, DC, 202 298-8000, ownyourwonder.com.Open weekdays from 8am to 7pm, weekends from 9am to 7pm, but often accommodates appointments both earlier and later in the day, particularly for membership holders. Book online or call ahead for same-day appointments.
YES, IT’S upon us. Halloween, which leads quite quickly to Thanksgiving and beyond . . . to 2019. But to stay in the moment, we LittleBirds poked around our neighborhoods to see what creepy-crawly stuff might be afoot. Just about every front yard in suburbia seems to have turned into a graveyard, with all those plastic headstones and, sometimes, skeletal arms reaching up to grab innocent passersby.
There are instances of genuine originality and one big delightful occasion of too-muchness. The latter is The Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze, a splendid event benefiting Van Cortlandt Manor in Croton-on-Hudson, in Upstate New York. Some 7,000 pumpkins, hand-carved or painted, fashioned into a bridge, a windmill, a tunnel, plus (below) a merry-go-round where even the horses are skeletons—in short making a carnival of the holiday.
The Blaze also features some friendly faces (below).
Friendly faces at The Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze, Van Cortlandt Manor, Croton-on-Hudson, New York. / MyLittleBird photo.
And some decidedly masterful carving (below).
A display of pumpkins carved with Celtic symbols by carvers at The Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze at Van Cortlandt Manor, Croton-on-Hudson, New York. Halloween imagery as we know it derives from the Festival of Samhain in Ireland’s Celtic past. / MyLittleBird photo.
In the Georgetown neighborhood of Washington DC, LittleBird Kathy stumbled upon the cleverest display we’ve seen in a while. Goodness knows how long these designer duds (below) will be safe from marauders, but at least we got a picture.
Designer Halloween P Street–the au courant couple hits all the right logo notes, right? / MyLittleBird photo.
And be sure to take a good look at the designer pumpkins. There’s no logo on the blue pumpkin, but robin’s-egg blue and that nice white satin ribbon . . . how many more clues do we need? (Don’t miss the Burberry doggie coat.)
P Street in Washington DC. The blue pumpkin is obviously a Tiffany. / MyLittleBird photo.
P Street held some other treats, including the witch head-down in the ground and (presumably) trying to get out. Then there is the scaredy cat (but who’s scaring whom is hard to tell).
Witch way is up? P Street, Washington DC. / MyLittleBird photo.
Scaredy cat, P Street, Washington DC. / MyLittleBird photo.
Nicely understated P Street, Washington DC. / MyLittleBird photo.
Elsewhere in Washington, Nationals fans have gathered their favorite players, in skeletal form. Not sure if there’s a message there (below).
In some future time and place, the remains of players Harper, Murphy and teammates will obviously still be plotting a Series win. / MyLittleBird photo.
Finally, from Washington’s P Street NW and the leafy Shadyside neighborhood of Pittsburgh come tasteful displays. The checkerboard effect of the pumpkins scattered around the front lawn gives the festivities a grace they rarely get. And the window box isn’t so much Halloween as autumn. And that’s just fine by us.
In Pittsburgh’s Shadyside neighborhood, a tasteful tribute to the season. / MyLittleBird photo.
Not Halloween really, just pretty P Street, Washington DC. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Santa Rosa. A cobbled drive leads to this quiet, intimate small hotel where staff will greet you with cool towels and icy drinks while porters whisk your bags away to guest rooms hidden among the foliage. / Photo by Vero Danforth.
Hacienda Santa Rosa. Carved columns and roomy rocking chairs draw visitors to the cool shade of the hacienda’s long veranda. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Santa Rosa. Sisal hammocks are placed anywhere one might conceivably imagine taking a nap. Bedroom terraces lead out to one of the hacienda’s two pools, this one a long, shallow trough that once played a part in the sisal-making process. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Santa Rosa. The tall smokestack is a relic of the hacienda’s past as a major sisal producer. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Santa Rosa. Rooms may be ornate or spare. Our suite was on the spare side with a divinely comfortable massive iron bed and softly whirring ceiling fans. The raftered ceilings, by the way, are about 22 feet high. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Santa Rosa. Rooms also are furnished with the work of local artisans, whose crafts can be viewed (and purchased) in shops near the hacienda. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. Visiting dignitaries often have been entertained at Temozon, and there are photos of Bill Clinton and George W. Bush to prove it. The sprawling grounds are lush with greenery, singing birds and resident iguanas. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. Stroll the length of the veranda or just relax with a book and a piña colada. / Photo courtesy The Luxury Collection.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. The spa occupies one side of the pool house while the opposite side still houses massive machinery left over from the hacienda’s working days as a sisal producer. The tranquil pool often is unintentionally decorated with floating bougainvillea blossoms of deep magenta. / Photo by Vero Danforth.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. The haciendas comprise numerous buildings. The main house, usually the largest, was the haciendado’s living quarters. Then there was the machine house, quarters for the foreman, and other smaller buildings for storage and living quarters for workers. Each hacienda had a school, an infirmary, a store, a church, a cemetery, a hydraulics area, a jail and a stable. All those restored buildings now are guest rooms and suites. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. The lobby, in what would have been the haciendado’s home, stretches from the reception area to a quiet library. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. Cool tile floors are soothing after the strong tropical sun. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. Bed or hammock, take your pick. If the hammock is in the way, simply unhook one end and be surprised at how deftly it wraps up into a small bundle that takes up hardly any room at all. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. Bathrooms are enormous and amply stocked with fluffy, fragrant towels and pretty touches, such as the bougainvillea blossoms the staff leaves for you. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda Temozon Sur. Just ask and the staff will fill your private plunge pool . . . / MyLittleBird photo.
. . . located on your private terrace at Hacienda Temozon Sur. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda San Jose. A palm allée led from our room to Jon and Vero’s. The lush gardens of Hacienda San Jose were alive with chattering birds and shy iguanas. / Photo by Vero Danforth.
Hacienda San Jose. Ceibas are the sacred trees of the Maya. They are never cut down. Not even to make way for a bathroom. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda San Jose. If you find yourself with a Ceiba in your bathroom, my advice is to learn to live in harmony with things that crawl. I became acquainted with an extremely long centipede who politely kept his distance. / MyLittleBird photo.
Hacienda San Jose. Cooing doves will swoop in to share the pool and shade and sip from the refreshing water. / Photo by Vero Danforth.
Hacienda San Jose. Meals take place in the cool shade of the wide veranda. The menu is a mix of familiar dishes and lesser-known (to me) Mayan specialties. Photo by Vero Danforth.
Hacienda San Jose. The ochre walls of the chapel absorb the morning sun. / Photo by Vero Danforth.
MEXICO, VERO SUGGESTED. Specifically, Cancún and Yucatán. Hmm, not really places I’d given much thought, owing to a lifelong avoidance of sun and beaches, but Vero and husband Jon have traveled the world, and their travel-wise knowledge is worth exploiting. They already were making plans and proposed that Joe and I come along. Vero was doing the research, choosing dates, booking rooms. All we had to do was pack bathing suits and get on a plane.
Bathing suits.
Words that send chills down my spine. But I’ll get to that.
What Vero proposed was two weeks of luxury. Week 1 at a Cancún resort followed by a second week staying two nights each at three restored haciendas in Yucatán. Should Vero decide someday to come out of retirement, she definitely should consider a second career as a travel agent. The woman is a genius.
Cancún is a blast. Especially staying at a beautiful resort like the Westin Lagunamar. I know I sound like an advertisement, but I can’t help it. Hotel rooms are important to me. Thread count, well, counts. I want towels abundant and fluffy, showers spacious, and sitting rooms (or, at least, sitting spaces) included. A view never hurts, and in Cancún our high balcony overlooked one of the resort’s sparkling pools and the turquoise waves of the Caribbean.
Across the street are restaurants, an aquarium and all the high-end shopping you could want—Prada, Gucci, Vuitton, Chanel. I went native, however, after veering into shops that sold locally made clothing and crafts. The light, gauzy cotton tops and pants were so cool and comfortable in the tropical heat. Added bonus, they cost almost nothing!
Then, there was the issue of the bathing suit.
It had been at least 30 years and a few pounds since I last had one on my body, and until Day 2 of this vacation had no intention of interrupting that record. Plus, almost two years of daily prednisone accounts for an extra 20 pounds I would prefer not to share with the world.
Vero just scoffed. Her words (spoken with her French accent) basically boiled down to, “Don’t be stupid. You’re here in this beautiful place. The water is cool. The sun is warm. There is a wonderful breeze. Don’t you want to feel the air on your skin? Why would you deny yourself that pleasure? Life is too short. Stop worrying. You’re the only one who cares how you look. Just enjoy.”
So I bought a suit, squeezed into it, walked the beach, lolled by the pool. Of course Vero was right. The sun, the water, the air all felt marvelous. And no one gave me a second glance. I wouldn’t say I wore the suit with abandon, but for the rest of the vacation it served me well while I enjoyed piña coladas by and/or in the hotel pools.
Cancún can keep you busy (given its beaches, Museo Maya and proximity to the ruins of Tulum, the Isla Mujeres and the fun of Playa del Carmen’s pedestrian center). Most people have at least heard of Cancún, but far fewer have knowledge of the beautifully restored haciendas a few hours away by car in Yucatán state. We visited three and I would return to all three in a heartbeat.
A bit of history: Haciendas in Mexico are similar to our Southern plantations. Like plantations, we were told, haciendas enforced a social system of castes, based on race, with the haciendados, or landowners, as masters and the indigenous Maya as workers. Cattle, corn and sisal were among the cash crops. The glory days of the haciendas were from the early to mid-1900s, when sisal production was at its peak. The introduction of synthetic fibers (and the Mexican Revolution) put an end to the era of “green gold.” With the collapse of the sisal market most haciendas also collapsed and were abandoned. Landowners simply walked away. The buildings were looted and left to decay in the jungle.
They lay in ruins until the 1990s when hotel owners began to show interest. The Starwood Hotel group bought five haciendas across Yucatán and Campeche states, restored and converted them into luxurious boutique hotels and include them in their aptly dubbed Luxury Collection. We stayed at Hacienda Santa Rosa, Hacienda Temozón Sur and Hacienda San José (thehaciendas.com). The three are similar in furnishings and amenities, yet each has its own distinct personality with a surprise or two thrown in.
What was no surprise was the warmth of the welcome at each hacienda. From the moment we arrived in Mexico we were struck by the kindness and generosity of the locals. The Maya are lovely, lovely people, hard-working, friendly and approachable, proud and eager to share their time, culture and history. This was even more true of the hacienda staffs who were so sweet and attentive and extremely efficient.
Hacienda Santa Rosa is a four-hour drive from Cancún, but it would be wrong not to stop along the way to experience the wonder of Chichén Itzá, the most well-known of the Mayan ruins. Having done so means you will arrive at the hacienda as we did, hot, wilted and dusty. You’ll bump along a cobblestone drive, but the cobbled drive is the only discomfort you’ll experience here. The staff, smiling and looking cool and fresh in impeccably white garb, walk out on the long veranda to greet you with fragrant, cold wash cloths and refreshing chilled drinks flavored with hibiscus and lime.
Our rooms were side-by-side, spacious and spare, with enormous iron beds and bathrooms the size of most suburban living rooms (which turned out to be the case with each hacienda). We had deep verandas outfitted with sisal hammocks and, just beyond, our own (well, almost our own since we were four of only six guests there) swimming pool. That evening we had dinner on the veranda lit only by candlelight and a small bonfire burning below.
Hacienda Santa Rosa is said to be the feminine hacienda. The reason? Before restoration, the hacienda had been thoroughly looted with only one original item left behind, we were told, the portrait of a woman. Her identity is a mystery, but her visage holds a place of honor in the lobby. It seems fitting she should keep watch over this intimate hotel of only 11 guest rooms.
Hacienda Temozón Sur is another matter. Its 28 guest rooms mean you probably won’t have the pool all to yourself. However, at your request the staff will gladly fill your own private plunge pool and surround it with candles. The plunge pool is just outside the bathroom door that opens onto your personal terrace, a terrace surrounded by lush vegetation and singing birds.
Temozón also has its own private cenote, and Tobacco the donkey will take you to it. Cenotes are sinkholes that form when the limestone bedrock that makes up most of the Yucatán collapses and exposes the groundwater below. They are common throughout the area. Vero took Tobacco up on his offer and appreciated that he waited patiently while she swam in water so clear it was almost invisible.
Hacienda San José, as well as Temozón, is not far from Uxmal, the ancient Mayan city that, in my opinion, is even more impressive than the better-known Chichén Itzá. Larger than Santa Rosa, smaller than Temozón, Hacienda San José is a beautiful juxtaposition of aged imperfections and modern amenities. The grounds are a luxuriant tropical jungle and the rooms impeccable. Though I feel I must warn you.
If you think you might not want to share your room with a tree, you should let the staff know. I love trees but was surprised to find I did not love having one in my bathroom. It was a large tree, extremely large, there long before the hacienda was restored. And it was a Ceiba, the sacred tree of the Mayas. Ceibas are not to be cut down. Hence, the bathroom was built around this one. I felt it would be disrespectful to voice my discomfort and kept quiet my concern about things that might crawl out of the ground around the base of a tree. The bathroom floor, what there was of it, was basically a wooden boardwalk that also provided myriad entries for things that crawl or slither.
Admittedly the Ceiba is an impressive tree that can grow to 200 feet or more. It has a spreading canopy and buttress-like roots that can be taller than a person. The ancient Maya believed the Ceiba connected the underworld, the earth and the sky. I’m good with that. I just didn’t want it in my bathroom.
Here are things all three haciendas have in common: beauty, history, excellent food, comfort, luxurious rooms, spas, dazzling pools, lush grounds and attentive staff. I will always fondly remember the sweet waiter who served our dinner that last night at San José. Though he didn’t work a night shift, at 4 the next morning he was at our door with coffee and tea to see us off as we left to catch our flight home. He led us by flashlight over the graveled paths to our car and held both my hands as we said goodbye. I think I fell a little bit in love with him.
Vero had hit a home run. Her planning, her choices, her suggestions were perfection. Thanks to her, I experienced a part of the world I might otherwise have ignored.
And I might never have put on a bathing suit.
And I might never put one on again. Old habits die hard. I sent the suit home with Vero.
—Kathy Legg
Prices for the Westin Lagunamar and the haciendas will vary according to season and type of room. For our trip, which came at the end of the dry season, when rates were a bit lower, the Westin averaged $350 a night. The haciendas were around $250 per night. We flew in and out of Cancún, but you may want to fly into Mérida if you prefer to be closer to the haciendas.
LittleBird Kathy is art director of MyLittleBird and, when we can persuade her, a terrific storyteller. (And she probably looks just fine in that bathing suit.)
The sun rises on Biltmore, George Vanderbilt III’s unrivaled masterpiece. The four-story stone house is modeled on the richly ornamented style of the French Renaissance. Three 16th-century French chateaux in the Loire Valley–Blois, Chenonceau and Chambord–were the inspiration for many of the manor’s architectural features. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
George Vanderbilt III / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
The stair tower of the 16th-century French castle, Chateau de Blois, was the model for the stair tower at Biltmore House. / MyLittleBird photo.
The 90-foot-long Tapestry Gallery served mainly as a sitting area. It also was designed to display three of seven Flemish tapestries woven in Brussels around 1530. A stenciled ceiling and the painted limestone fireplace hood provide even more color to the vast room. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
The Winter Garden is in keeping with the Victorian style of having a glass-roofed garden room. Situated just off the entrance hall, it is a green oasis of exotic plants and palms where guests could gather to be entertained in the indoor jungle. Boy Stealing Geese, a marble-and-bronze fountain sculpture, is the centerpiece of the space. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
Cornelia Vanderbilt and John Cecil held their wedding breakfast by the fountain in the Winter Garden in 1924. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
On bright days the eastern sun floods the Winter Garden. / MyLittleBird photo.
The steep gulp-inducing incline of the pitched roofs meant slate shingles had to be installed from the inside out. Two holes were drilled in each shingle, a copper wire was threaded through and the slates were attached to a skeleton reached from the inside. Insulation was added to each shingle. / MyLittleBird photo.
A view of the house from the south looks back over paths meant for meandering. / MyLittleBird photo.
Edith and George Vanderbilt were married in April 1898. When they returned from their European honeymoon in October Mrs. Vanderbilt saw her bedroom just as it appears today. Silk wall coverings, cut-velvet on the draperies and bed, ornate mirrors and Savonnerie carpets complete this luxurious room done in the Louis XV style. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
A fleur-de-lis detail from an exterior column. George Vanderbilt was more interested in the world of learning and travel than in his family’s business. He took his first trip to Europe at age 10. So much of Biltmore bears evidence of his appreciation for France in particular. / MyLittleBird photo.
The Behind-the-Scenes Guided Upstairs / Downstairs tour takes visitors down the back stairs to see the servants’ domain. The main kitchen is outfitted with a 7-foot-long stove and all the copper any cook could possible want. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
Guests needed to be entertained. The indoor swimming pool could be enjoyed during any season. 70,000 gallons of heated water would be pumped in, but since there was no filtration system the pool would be emptied after a few days and left empty until the next guests arrived. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
Female servants had their rooms on the fourth floor. Guides at Biltmore will tell you the Vanderbilts treated their staff very well, paying them “New York wages” rather than the rural area’s going rate. / MyLittleBird photo.
The gargoyles are for looks only. This handsome fellow gazes forever into the glass roof of the Winter Garden. / MyLittleBird photo.
The Rooftop Tour offers the perfect vantage point for panoramic views of the estate. Even better, however, is the up-close look at architect Richard Morris Hunt’s genius design and engineering. / MyLittleBird photo.
Guides will tell you that of all the rooms in Biltmore House the library most reflects George Vanderbilt’s intellect and personality. From childhood he was an avid reader and collector of books. His library holds 10,000 of his 23,000 volumes. Among the many striking features of the two-story room is the ceiling painting, The Chariot of Aurora, which originally was located in the ballroom of the Pisani Palace in Venice. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
The west side of the house overlooks the beauty of landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted’s ageless design for the parkland surrounding the house. The tranquil lagoon, created by Olmsted, was used by guests for fishing and boating. Today one of several tours offered at Biltmore is the Legacy of the Land tour, a motor coach tour of the estate that visits many areas not usually open to guests. Guides talk about the history of the land, its structures and the farming practices that from the very beginning have kept the estate self-sufficient. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
THE MANICURED SLOPES beneath the balcony on which I stand stretch languidly toward the Blue Ridge far off in the dreamy distance. Behind me loom the limestone walls of George Vanderbilt III’s massive masterpiece burned honey gold by the setting sun. I am at Biltmore, the pride of Asheville, N.C., and I am at home here. It feels right. Proper. And as I gaze in thoughtful reverie at the still waters of the estate’s lagoon I contemplate my next words carefully. Finally, I speak.
The Inn at Biltmore. / Photo courtesy The Biltmore Company.
“Okay, you people! Stop with the stupid selfies. What’s with the grungy T-shirts? You couldn’t put on something decent? And can’t you do SOMETHING about those screaming children?”
All right, I didn’t really say that. That would have been rude, and there is something about Biltmore that just doesn’t tolerate rudeness. People were meant to behave properly here. Manners were observed. Civility was practiced. Most of my fellow tourists got the idea, but then there always is that measured few who flout propriety. I expect Mr. Vanderbilt would not have invited them for a second visit.
As for me, he would quickly have tired of my presence for I would move in permanently if allowed, the guest who never left. Chatelaine or scullery maid, it wouldn’t matter. Just as long as I could freely move from room to room, upstairs and down, taking in every detail of Biltmore’s stunning architecture, art, antiques and furnishings.
By all accounts that was Vanderbilt’s intention. Biltmore was his crowning achievement, a palace built in the French Renaissance style for the pleasure and relaxation of his family and friends. His immediate family numbered only three, himself, his wife, Edith, and their daughter, Cornelia. But his guests were legion, and showing them Biltmore was his pleasure. Yet there was much more to the estate than simply showing it off. There was substance.
A LITTLE HISTORY
George Washington Vanderbilt was the grandson of Cornelius Vanderbilt, who made his first fortune with steamships and a second one with railroads. George Vanderbilt first visited North Carolina in 1888 on trips there with his mother, who was seeking the health benefits of the mild climate and mineral springs. He was enchanted by the mountainous beauty of the area and thought it perfect for a new home. In the book “Biltmore, An American Masterpiece,” George Vanderbilt’s great-grandson, Bill Cecil Jr., writes of his great-grandfather’s vision for Biltmore as “one of a self-sufficient estate, where a home equipped with cutting-edge technology would stand at the center of a carefully designed working farm, beautiful park and woods.”
Vanderbilt enlisted architect Richard Morris Hunt and landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted to help him achieve his dream. He then began buying parcels of land and amassed 125,000 acres. Construction of Biltmore House began in 1889, and over the next six years an army of craftsmen and laborers constructed the 250-room chateau that to this day remains the largest private residence in the country.
A FEW FACTS AND FIGURES
The floor space of the house is the equivalent of four acres.
Among the 250 rooms are 34 family and guest bedrooms, 43 bathrooms, 65 fireplaces, three kitchens, a bowling alley and a heated 70,000-gallon indoor swimming pool.
Biltmore House was the “smart house” of its era, boasting the latest technology of the 19th century. It had central heating, electricity, central plumbing, mechanical refrigeration, fire alarms and an elevator. The original elevator, with its original motor, is still in service and continues to be maintained by its maker, the Otis Elevator Company.
The library contains 10,000 volumes, which is slightly less than half of Vanderbilt’s 23,000-volume collection.
George Vanderbilt died in 1914 at the age of 51. He had barely 20 years of living at Biltmore. Edith Vanderbilt, overwhelmed by the responsibility of managing such a large estate, sold approximately 87,000 acres to the United States Forest Service for less than $5 an acre. That parcel became the nucleus of Pisgah National Forest.
In 1930 Biltmore House, then under the supervision of George and Edith’s daughter, Cornelia, and her husband, John Cecil, opened to the public as a way to help finance the estate and bring tourism dollars to Depression-poor Asheville. Admission was $2.
Today the estate, still owned by the family, includes 8,000 acres and remains the successful, self-sufficient working farm George Vanderbilt envisioned more than 100 years ago.
IN GOOD ORDER
There is much to take in and enjoy at Biltmore. Biltmore House, naturally, is the crown jewel, but there also are the restaurants, the winery, shops, extensive gardens and trails, the ponds, carriage rides and much, much more. The Inn on Biltmore Estate offers lovely and comfortable accommodations with a friendly, attentive staff that takes its hospitality assignment seriously, just as Mr. Vanderbilt would have expected.
Everything at Biltmore is about making guests comfortable and welcomed. This is just as it was when the house hosted its first guests all those years ago. Visitors would arrive by train in Asheville where they were met by carriage to begin the miles-long meandering ride through carefully cultivated parkland to the house. The ride gave them a chance to relax and de-stress while taking in the genius of Olmsted’s handiwork. Their trunks and servants would take a shorter route so that by the time the honored guest got her first jaw-dropping glimpse of Vanderbilt’s soaring chateau everything in her rooms would be unpacked and seamlessly in order.
Personally, I crave order. Many may find it boring and unimaginative, but for me order is exactly what allows me the freedom to imagine. When everything is in its proper place and protocol is being observed then the mind can wander unfettered to new ideas.
I would have relished drifting from room to room with Vanderbilt’s distinguished guests listening to their conversations, marveling at their dress, absorbing their opinions on the topics of the day. I would have followed them from the library, to the winter garden, to the billiards room, the smoking room, the tapestry gallery, the oak sitting room or either of the living halls just to hear the likes of Edith Wharton and her set dish about the Gilded Age. At bedtime I would have retired to an elegant bedroom to reflect upon the highlights of the day just passed and wonder at what the following day might hold.
Yes, I know. I’m a fuddy-duddy. But say what you will, I did notice this: All those unruly visitors who began the tour with me, one by one began to settle down and assume a bit of decorum as we progressed from room to room. Their better selves began to emerge. See, order will do that to you.
Now, if I can just get my hands on a trunk.
–Kathy Legg Kathy Legg is Art Director of My LittleBird. More on Kathy Legg.
Where to stay: The Inn at Biltmore boasts four-star luxury accommodations. The Village Hotel on Biltmore Estate is newly opened and a bit more casual than the Inn. The two-bedroom, two-bathroom English-style Cottage on Biltmore Estate promises luxurious privacy. The city of Asheville also offers numerous hotel accommodations.
Biltmore’s admission price of $50 includes entry to Biltmore House and access to the gardens, the shops and restaurants of Antler Hill Village and a guided tour and complimentary tasting at the winery. The 90-minute audio guided tour of Biltmore House is $10.98 per person. The guide-led tour of Biltmore House, the guided rooftop tour and the behind-the-scenes upstairs/downstairs tour all require advance reservations and cost $17 per person. The Legacy of the Land tour, advance reservations recommended, costs $19 per person. The premium Biltmore House tour is a two-hour private tour with your own guide. The cost is $150 per adult.
MOST OF US want just a little bit more from our homes, especially from the kitchens and baths. In this story from Houzz.com, Becky Harris shares 19 bathroom re-dos that will either inspire you or make you want to give up and just move to a hotel. We recommend the former.
Artist Frank O. Salisbury painted this portrait of Marjorie Merriweather Post Hutton in 1934. For the portrait she wore a silk satin ivory dress with a red silk velvet drape trimmed in white fox. / Courtesy Hillwood Estate, Museum and Gardens.
Among the dresses displayed throughout the mansion is this afternoon dress of organza and lace created around 1903 by a French designer. Visitors will find it in the French Drawing Room which, on the day of our visit, was in a slight state of disarray while crews readied the new exhibit. / MyLittleBird photo.
Definitely not from the Eileen Fisher school of design, Post’s dresses often were lush, complicated, heavily ornamented concoctions. The studded metal beading on the gown above is a perfect example. / MyLittleBird photo.
An evening at home meant retiring to the library wearing a lounging gown of beaded blue velvet. The deft, and very clean, hands of Howard Vincent Kurtz, Hillwood’s associate curator of textiles and curator of the exhibition, and docent and collections volunteer Celia Steingold adjust the gown so it hangs perfectly on its mannequin. / Left, MyLittleBird photo, right photo courtesy Hillwood Estate, Museum and Gardens
Post wore this afternoon dress of taffeta, organza, lace and chiffon the night she became engaged to Edward Bennett Close. / MyLittleBird photo.
A custom traveling dress by designer Ellen Widoff of New York from around 1910 made of purple linen-backed velvet also features ivory lace, jet beading, boning and bright pink silk satin. / Courtesy Hillwood Estate, Museum and Gardens.
Post , a fervent advocate for the women’s vote, wore this Suffragette suit as a member of the New York State Woman Suffrage Party during a visit with President Woodrow Wilson in 1917. / Courtesy Hillwood Estate, Museum and Gardens.
For this 1921 portrait Post wore a gown similar to the evening dress at left. She often ordered multiple sets of the same style. This evening dress features a divided skirt inspired by harem pants. The most visible difference between these two dresses is the color of the netting at the sleeves and waist. / Courtesy Hillwood Estate, Museum and Gardens.
This tubular, waistless dress typifies many of the radical changes in women’s fashions of the 1920s. The dress is slightly flared at the bottom, a feature that made it particularly well-suited to dancing. Its accessories include a matching slip, cape, purse and fan in the same striking combination of cream and cobalt blue silk velvet, embroidered with rhinestones. / Courtesy Hillwood Estate, Museum and Gardens.
These twin evening gowns represent one of Post’s favorite styles. She had the gowns, made of satin, tulle and silk crepe, in both copper and ivory. The gowns were basically the same but featured slight differences. / MyLittleBird photo.
A gray dinner dress by Christian Dior is made of silk taffeta and decorated with cut steel and glass beads. The dress is worn with a petticoat, but not the original one. To save wear and tear on the delicate originals, Kurtz buys new petticoats and hems them to the proper length when dresses go on display. / Left photo courtesy Hillwood Estate, Museum and Gardens, right photo MyLittleBird.
On display in Post’s closet is this black silk taffeta evening dress. The rounded shoulders and V-neckline illustrate the change to a fuller silhouette that took place at the end of the 1940s. / MyLittleBird photo.
Oldric Royce was one of Post’s favorite designers from the late 1940s through the 1960s. Intricate smocking and clear rhinestones set off this Royce evening dress from 1955. The dress was made of green silk organza and is on display in the dining room. Post also commissioned the same dress in gray. / MyLittleBird photo.
In 1968 Designer Oldric Royce created this gown of raw silk, cotton lace and beading, which Post wore to the American Red Cross Ball in Palm Beach that year. / Courtesy Hillwood Estate, Museum and Gardens.
Michele Hopkins, a curatorial intern with the Smithsonian’s decorative arts program, and Elizabeth Lay, a curator with the Montgomery County Historical Society, have been tasked with readying the dresses to be displayed in the Adirondack building. Here, a dress that has been on display throughout the summer is returned to its “coffin” for storage. The delicate clothing is handled with extreme care. / MyLittleBird photo.
Mannequins in the Adirondack building wait to be dressed in the clothing chosen for colder months that make up the second part of “Ingenue to Icon.” / MyLittleBird photo.
IT’S A SILLY FANTASY, but one that recurs from time to time. I become nostalgic thinking about favorite outfits I once wore. The nostalgia most likely has more to do with yearning for my younger, slimmer days, but the fun of the fantasy would be in seeing all the clothes I’ve ever worn laid out in an amusing timeline of how my tastes and style (if one could call it that) have evolved. I expect the reaction would be a mix of laughter, pleasure and horror at being reminded of the clothes I once put on my body.
This is but one of the hundred ways in which I am not like heiress, businesswoman and socialite Marjorie Merriweather Post, the doyenne of Hillwood Estate, whose exquisite gowns and dresses very much deserve to be on display. Luckily, some of them are.
The exhibit “Ingenue to Icon: 70 Years of Fashion From the Collection of Marjorie Merriweather Post” opened in June. Until last week visitors could view selections from Post’s warm-weather wardrobe. Now those dresses have been gently returned to storage, where they’ll remain for at least four years before being seen again, to make way for a winter grouping of her amazing gowns. Twelve dresses are on display in the mansion, positioned in rooms (or closets) thought most fitting as a backdrop. Another 20 gowns and dresses fill the gallery-like Adirondack building. Hats, shoes, gloves and other accessories, as well as archival images, accompany many of the ensembles. The exhibit runs through December.
Post was an important woman who lived during a period in which women’s fashion underwent seismic changes. Fortunately for us, she had the foresight to save the most important examples of the apparel and accessories she acquired over the years. Born in 1887 and heir to the Postum Cereal Company, which eventually became General Foods Corporation, her range of style reaches from the Victorian Age to the Space Age. She died in 1973.
“Throughout her life, Marjorie treated her clothing in much the same manner as her art collection,” explained Hillwood’s associate curator of textiles and curator of the exhibition, Howard Vincent Kurtz. “She knew that her clothing represented not just her own style, but a record of women’s fashion.”
Kurtz is keenly respectful of the garments entrusted to his care. During a behind-the-scenes visit as the previous exhibit was being taken down and the current exhibit was being put in place, he shared some of the tricks he uses to make certain the gowns not only look their best but are oh-so-carefully protected as well. Included in his bag of props are pieces of foam that can be inserted into a sleeve to ensure that it falls perfectly rather than hangs limply; “pita pockets,” actually half moons of airy batting, that can smooth out a bust line or plump up a pleat; and a ready supply of newly purchased petticoats (the originals are too fragile to use) that he can hem at will.
It takes two pairs of hands to dress a mannequin, Kurtz says, in order to minimize the amount of stress placed on the garment. Yet no one wears gloves. “That’s right,” he says. “Gloves can leave lint. We just make sure we have very, very clean hands.” Those handling the clothes aren’t allowed to wear makeup or perfume either, lest a smell or a smudge get transferred to the delicate materials. It can easily take up to two and a half hours, sometimes more, to dress one mannequin.
“Marjorie always had the best,” Kurtz says of the woman whose clothes he so often handles and whose legacy he admires. “During her life she went from a size 2 to a size 10. She had broad shoulders, a tiny waist and not much of a derriere. Her shoe size was 6½. She kept very fit—walking, golfing, she was always on the go.” Kurtz has the privilege of seeing up close the impeccable tailoring and exquisite fabrics that make up Post’s wardrobe. Her exacting eye as a collector of decorative objects also extended to her appreciation for rich fabrics and elegant design.
The collection will delight not only those who take great pleasure in fashion, but those who also enjoy stepping back in history. Post experienced great change throughout her lifetime and her wardrobe is a beautifully illustrative reflection of the historical eras through which she lived. How sad that the highlight of my lifetime’s fashion history was the mini skirt.
–Kathy Legg
Hillwood Estate, Museum & Gardens, 4155 Linnean Avenue NW, Washington, D.C. Open Tuesday through Sunday 10am to 5pm, through December 31, 2015. Suggested entrance donation $18; $15 for seniors, $10 students.
THE FOLKS WHO populate the Houzz.com site have outdone themselves. Here are 77 front doors to inspire you, intimidate you, make you laugh, make you glad you don’t know the people who live behind them. (Who are those people who live in tchotchke-free abodes and allow the world to peer in through the glass!?) All in all, a refreshing gallop through the possibilities of paint and alternative materials.
MANY OF US have rich, or just lucky, friends who have enough bedrooms that they can devote one to the guest room. One prosperous, hard-working couple I know have an honest-to-goodness guest house. Lovely.
But I’m wagering that most of you are like me and have to make that second or third or even fourth bedroom serve as a guest room and an office and possibly a TV room. I’m loath to set up that room as a “real” bedroom, with fluffy bed and nightstands and reading lamps and boxes of tissues and a nice upholstered arm chair–and then have the bed go unused most of the time while my desk and file cabinets cower in the back corner. So in my case the room is mainly an office, and on the odd occasions when someone comes to stay, the challenge becomes how to clean up my pig sty so my guest can rest serenely at night.
The contributors to Houzz.com, most of them designers who think about these things full-time, or at least a lot of the time, have some suggestions for the likes of me, of us, the multitudes who wish to be hospitable but also have to be practical. Let’s see eight solutions they’ve come up with. None of them speaks to me precisely, but that’s not the point: The idea is to adapt rather than necessarily adopt, merely to capture the spark of an idea, a thought that might otherwise not have occurred. Here goes . . .
A custom-built masonry pizza oven. / Houzz.com photo.
WHAT’S MORE AMERICAN than . . . pizza? Combine our national affinity for this Neapolitan staple with our penchant for cooking outdoors, and the obvious result is a backyard pizza oven. True, you can order a whole lot of Domino’s for the cost of one of these babies, but that’s not the point, is it?
Also true: Stoking a fire this hot and even is kinda like driving a Lamborghini to the corner store–a whole lot of power spent for a minor event. Not that we’re calling pizza minor! It’s just that in the old, old days, householders in Italian villages would traipse over to the village oven to bake their pies, crostatas and casseroles, meaning that all that energy output was shared.
Steven Randel, a California residential architect, doesn’t have to go back in history to appreciate the Call of the Pizza. Pizza ovens have been popping up in residential backyard kitchens for at least a decade now, and he outlines some important things to consider in this article for Houzz.com. Houzz also shows a good array of portable ovens ready for purchase, should the urge overwhelm you. Need proof of the pizza oven’s popularity? Costco.com sells them!
IS MID-AUGUST too late to think about Washington’s great outdoors? Not at all! Given the steamy clime we’ve been living in lately, no one will want to stay out there until, probably, October. Till then, we have a dozen ideas for your very own back 40. They come from writer Becky Harris, a contributor at Houzz.com. You’ll hear more from new partners as we ease into the fall.
Harrison Design and Artisan Builders combined talents to create a handsomely modern take on an old-style Virginia farmhouse. Unlike many of the nearby pseudo chalets and starter castles, this rambling residence is a perfect fit for the rolling Virginia countryside and a wise choice for the 2015 DC Design House. Stolid stone and brick on the outside and strong exposed beams on the inside provide a confident foundation for airy rooms and open spaces. Reclaimed wood, stone salvaged from an old Virginia farmhouse and quarter-sawn oak blend with the latest appliances and fixtures while covered porches provide the perfect spot for relaxation after a hard day in the field, no matter what your field may be. / Photo MyLittleBird
Should you arrive on horseback, your steed will appreciate the antique trough and cast-iron pump conveniently located by the front porch. No doubt you’ll appreciate their rustic beauty as well. The installation comes from the collection of antique garden ornaments collected on trips through France by landscape designer Charles Owen of Fine Landscapes. The trough is roughly 400 years old, according to Owen. The pump, relatively new by comparison, was cast in the mid 1800s. Country Casual designers Nicolette Powell and John Lemieux took color cues from the pump’s blue hues to outfit teak porch furniture in cushions of complementary colors. / Photo MyLittleBird
It’s all about nature for Jeff Akseizer and Jamie Brown of Akseizer Design Group in Alexandria. The dining room and adjoining hall space they’ve created is casually formal, in keeping with the farmhouse feel, and organic in choice of materials. Look up at the ceiling, constructed of 350 5-foot birch poles. Look down at the cowhide covering the chairs. Both, they are quick to reassure, are reclaimed leftovers. A custom light fixture looks almost like falling poles, reflecting those in the ceiling. Custom cabinetry, a Lucite sideboard and a giant-sized volume of Annie Leibovitz photography round out details in this tone-on-tone room. / Photo MyLittleBird
Upon closer inspection: a detail of the cowhide on dining room chairs from Jeff Akseizer and Jamie Brown. / Photo MyLittleBird
Pamela Harvey’s upper stair hall may not be in peacock colors, but there is a peacock. He’s no doubt proud he’s the center of attention in this pretty space. Harvey paid her respects to the farmhouse vernacular by choosing gray to match the stone used throughout the house. Then she perked it up with an orchid pink, most noticeable on the wing chairs slipcovered in a soft, brushed flannel. The zinc-topped console with its gold frame is pure rustic glamour. / Photo MyLittleBird
This rug may look like a freshly cut tree trunk, but that’s not the case. Long leather strips have been fashioned into what resembles the rich grain of wood. It’s one of the many considered details throughout the house. You’ll find the tree, er, rug, in the first floor’s back stair hall where David Benton of RA Spaces & Rill Architects in Bethesda has put together a working space both functional and alluring. It’s a pass through space leading from the main part of the house to the garage, but it accommodates a built-in desk and shelves, the aforementioned tree rug and a fetching tufted bench. / Photo MyLittleBird
Could this be what dreams are made of? It’s easy to imagine in the luxurious master bedroom created by Christopher Patrick. Elements, both masculine and feminine; colors, both strong and muted, and a mix of modern and traditional blend to form an atmosphere conducive to a good night’s rest. Or, you might just want to stay awake to enjoy all the well-thought-out details in this room. Patrick’s solution for dealing with a wall with one too many windows was to drape it with a soft fabric that allows light to filter through while obscuring an over-abundance of moldings. The room begs to be seen at night, and for the first time in the event’s history it can be. This year the Design House will be open Thursday evenings from 5 to 8 p.m. / Photo by Erik Kvalsvik
This is not your father’s fire pit. The light and airy loggia, designed by Nancy Colbert of Design Partners, LLC in McLean, centers around a custom-built fire table of stainless steel, granite and glass. However, don’t overlook the little (and not so little) details scattered among the natural tones. The contrasting stitching, for example, on the cushioned sofa and the punches of color in the throw pillows and bar accessories. It’s a sophisticated outdoor space that would be equally at home indoors. / Photo MyLittleBird
The little sign says “Touch Me” and you should. What looks like a tufted leather bench on the loggia is faux concrete. It’s a fun and sturdy addition to Nancy Colbert’s credit. Another of those clever details designers are known for. / Photo MyLittleBird
Designer Iantha Carley of Silver Spring has gone to the well, Dragonwell, to be exact, to set the mood in a family room made bold yet relaxing thanks in large part to the intensely deep mossy green of this Benjamin Moore paint. It’s not a color for the faint of heart, but Carley has tamed it with the gleam of gilt metal bookcases and the varied colors in the Lee Jofa fabrics. While the feel may be country chic, the home automation system she’s included is nothing short of millennial modern. With the touch of a remote, it operates the blinds, lights, alarm, heating, cooling and just about anything else that can be controlled by a radio frequency. / Photo MyLittleBird
There are those of us who pine for a kitchen that is open and spacious. A kitchen that has top-of-the- line appliances cleverly installed so they look like part of the cabinetry. A kitchen where the microwave is not the first thing you see. A kitchen with drawers and pull-outs that provide easy access to all those things you’ve forgotten were there because you can’t see them. A kitchen that will make us a better cook. Except for that last part, the kitchen designed by Lobkovich Kitchen Designs of Tysons Corner meets all the criteria. Plus they’ve pumped up the presentation with a custom-designed range hood of blackened and stainless steel evocative of the “pattern and texture of standing seam farmhouse roofs.” They focused attention on the design of the cabinet doors and relieved the sterility of an all white kitchen by mixing in accent areas of American black walnut wood. / Photo courtesy Lobkovich Kitchen Designs
How apt the Design House is open during cherry blossom season, although the hand-painted, embroidered silk wall covering branching out across the living room’s fireplace wall and ceiling will evoke spring all year long. Streamlined and serene in tone and furnishings, the room, created by Annette Hannon of Annette Hannon Interior Design in Burke, Va., picks up on colors—cocoa, latte and cool blue—found in the stone and wood throughout the house. Again the details come into play on small side tables with printed hide tops. Look closely. It’s quite subtle. / Photo MyLittleBird
It’s just a sliver of space, but Margery Wedderburn of Margery Wedderburn Interiors in Vienna, Va., has packed a bundle of energy into the butler’s pantry. She has paired hip accents with traditional country style, creating a cozy, colorful pass through into the kitchen and breakfast room next door. Peacock colors make the space pop and what looks like repurposed pine on the ceiling is in fact a hand-painted wallpaper. / Photo MyLittleBird
Carson the butler might not approve of Margery Wedderburn’s peacock hues, but MyLittleBird certainly does. We like feathers. / Photo MyLittleBird
DETAILS. DETAILS. DETAILS. Designers are famous for their focus on the small stuff, and for those who appreciate the work of the detail-oriented, there is no better place to soak it all in than the 2015 DC Design House, which opens Sunday, April 12.
An elegantly rambling old-style American farmhouse is this year’s pick for the event. The handsome home of stone and brick is the product of Harrison Design and Artisan Builders and is located in McLean on land once owned, around 1800, by one Henry Mackall. Christened Mackall Farms in 2013, it’s a choice spot in this sought-after Virginia enclave.
Twenty-four design firms have put their collective mark on the home’s 8,869 square feet and created a comfortably coherent whole. Ultra-modern touches play nicely with the home’s refined rustic demeanor while splashes of color don’t in the least detract from the serenity of more subtle hues. From floor to ceiling these designers have considered every detail and produced rooms not only lovely but also livable.
Proceeds from the Design House go to Children’s National Health System; more than $1 million has been raised since the event’s inception in 2008.
The house, open to the public through Sunday, May 10, is at 956 Mackall Farms Lane, McLean, Va. It is closed on Mondays. Tickets are $30. For driving directions and more information, go to DC Design House.
Drill sergeants Delana Nelsen and Marcia Mitchell / Photo Travel-Solo-Bootcamp
“WHY WOULD YOU want to travel all by yourself?” asked the guy at reception. That ‘‘all by yourself” hit me as his blonde wife looked up from the desk with a grimace. I’d just seen the spot where I would put up my tent, then was told there was no wi-fi connection. So I was wondering the same thing. Why would I drive for hours just to sleep here?
In France?
In a tent?
Good questions. But then, that’s the sort of brave thing my friend, Marcia Mitchell, would do—go gallivanting around France “all by herself” and sleep in a tent.
It wasn’t the first time she had done something like that. A few years before, between husbands, she surprised me when she revealed plans to go camping that Fourth of July weekend near the spa in Berkeley Springs (West Virginia).
All alone.
For several nights.
Again with the tent.
“But isn’t that dangerous? Won’t it be weird to be by yourself? Aren’t you afraid?” I sputtered.
“Oh, Kathy,” she said by way of exasperated reassurance. “I’ll never be more than 50 yards from a manicure.” Not only is Marcia brave, she knows how to prioritize.
Among her priorities was the desire to live in France. And so she did. In her 50s she discarded life in the U.S. and resettled in Provence. She embraced all things French and la belle France reciprocated. Even in a campground without wi-fi.
What she had learned from previous trips was that France took care of a woman on her own. Women “of a certain age” aren’t ignored or made to feel invisible. So what better place for a woman to travel solo?
Now Marcia’s ready to teach what she’s learned as a woman traveling solo. She and fellow instructor, Minnesota ex-pat Delana Nelsen, are set to whip into shape all of us smart, independent, competent women, who, in spite of our accomplishments, are still too timid to take off on our own. It’s time to man up ladies, pack the suitcase, grab the passport and enlist in Travel Solo Boot Camp. Thankfully no tents are involved.
Boot camp in Provence: an idea that suggests 4-inch heels and form-fitting fatigues accessorized with an Hermes scarf. But the camp’s base in Aix en Provence really does serve a practical purpose. Things move a bit more slowly in Aix than, say, Paris, and for a woman on her own for the first time that can be a comfort.
As Marcia and Delana discovered for themselves, “No other country loves women more than France. Femininity rules here. It’s in the cuisine, the wine, fashion and, of course, romance. France will lead you to her best baguettes, her friendliest cafes, her most captivating museums, and she will show you how to take your time, how to sit for hours in a cafe with an espresso watching beautiful people speaking luscious words.”
Okay. Great. How exactly does one become comfortable doing that? All on one’s own? Marcia and Delana aim to arm recruits with advice and attitude gained through a series of exercises. Such as these described on their website:
Begin each day with “C-rations (coffee, croissants and conversation)” to talk about solo traveling and the day’s assignment.
Gather in the afternoon to cover things as basic as how to eat lunch alone. And enjoy it! Or to introduce insights and tactics in areas such as shopping—how sizes differ, local shopping etiquette, with whom you can and can’t bargain. Then a shopping assignment; perhaps you’ll be ordered to buy some French lingerie, a slightly shorter or slimmer skirt than you’re accustomed to, or perhaps a new scarf (no Frenchwoman is without one).
On another day recruits might concentrate on the ins and outs of using public transportation, finishing with a homework assignment involving taking public transport to an outlying village to explore.
Recruits will meet evenings throughout the week for a “working apero,” which might involve sipping wine and sampling local olives while receiving a French lesson from a local. Or a soirée with a French woman who can deconstruct that special something French women seem to have. There will be dinner with a local guest who will explain French manners and what is expected at a dinner party or perhaps even on a date. Date? Not a required maneuver, though if so inclined—you’ll be prepared.
Recruits will bunk in separate apartments. Marcia and Delana have lined up a group of chic and comfortable apartments in the center of Aix, close to cafes and shops. But no bunking with roommates allowed. They stress this is your time to have your own experience.
There is one fall session scheduled, October 18-25, 2014, and two spring/summer sessions, May 9-16 and June 6-13, 2015. Sessions are limited to eight people.
Tuition per boot camp $2,000.
TUITION INCLUDES:
• Pre-boot camp preparation
• Marseille airport to Aix transportation
• Local cell phone
• Group breakfast and training class each day
• Daily training maneuvers
• 1 daylong class with a local artisan (painting, cooking, mosaic, etc)
• 2 group evening meals
DOES NOT INCLUDE:
• Airfare to Marseille
• Apartment rental
• Solo lunches
• Solo dinners
• Local transportation
• Insurance
The belief of these two well-traveled veterans is that a well-prepared woman traveling alone is really never alone. And their motto, “We won’t hold your hand, but we’ve got your back.”
A view of the Trellis Lobby with Dorothy Draper’s signature touches. / Photo courtesy the Greenbrier.
Dorothy Draper’s mixing of vibrant color and pattern is on display throughout the hotel, here in a seating area just off the main dining room. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
One of the most delicious breakfast buffets you will ever encounter is offered each morning in the main dining room. Unlike at dinner, coats and ties for the gentlemen are not required at breakfast. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
A Carleton Varney-designed carpet leads past the historic French Zuber panoramic wallpaper in the Greenbrier resort’s registration lobby upstairs to the main lobby. / Photo courtesy the Greenbrier.
Carleton Varney designed the carpet that leads from the registration lobby to the Casino Club. He chose Brazilliance wall covering for its drama and color. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
Dorothy Draper’s Victorian Writing Room at the Greenbrier has remained unchanged over the years. I want a writing room of my own! / Photo courtesy the Greenbrier.
Mrs. Draper never met a chintz she didn’t like. This print appears in abundance in the Writing Room. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
Pattern upon pattern, color upon color flows freely through the public areas. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
My rosier-than-rosy bedroom. One of Mrs. Draper’s less-flamboyant rooms. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
Dorothy Draper had the walls of the President’s Parlor painted mint green. Her successor, Carleton Varney, while respecting Draper’s love of color, refreshed the room by turning the walls canteloupe melon. Varney commissioned the portrait of Princess Grace of Monaco. The Princess and her husband, Prince Rainier, had been guests at the hotel. There are only two of these portraits in existence. The second portrait is at the Royal Palace in Monaco. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
A detail of the upholstery, rug and needlepoint pillows in the President’s Parlor. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
The curving stairway in the Presidential Suite. Rather than dealing with the stairs, however, President Eisenhower chose to occupy a ground-floor bedroom while staying in the suite. Draper’s choice of orchid flocked wallpaper and curtains is used throughout the suite. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
The bedroom occupied by the Duchess of Windsor when she and the Duke visited the Greenbrier. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
If the eye-popping complexity of Draper’s interiors becomes too much there’s always the restful simplicity of the terrace. / Photo by Kathy Legg.
I FULLY BELIEVE Dorothy Draper, the grande dame of décor, would turn in her undoubtedly well-appointed grave to hear me refer to one of her greatest decorating achievements as gaudy. But that’s exactly what the Greenbrier is: gloriously gaudy, riotously colorful, explosively floral and decadently, deliciously enjoyable.
It’s why I love this resort so much. The overdone opulence feels of another time. Its ageless comfort is a bit like a favorite aunt who was just a teensy bit plump, lived in a cloud of Caleche and honed her wry sense of humor over a late-afternoon cocktail. She was always beautifully dressed and perfectly coiffed and indulged her love of fine things. She indulged you, too, with witty lessons in decorum, the do’s and don’ts of acting a lady and, if no one was looking, with a sip of her Manhattan. Perfect schooling to prepare you for the Greenbrier.
I don’t know if Dorothy Draper was fond of Manhattans, but clearly she was fond of other forms of indulgence when in 1946 she was contracted by the Chesapeake & Ohio Railway to redecorate the venerable hotel. She took a building that had most recently served as a military hospital and brought it back to colorful life with 30 miles of carpeting, 40,000 gallons of paint, 45,000 yards of fabric and 15,000 rolls of wallpaper all blooming with rhododendrons, roses and all the colors of the garden. She overlooked nothing and in a mere 18 months Draper and her staff redesigned 600 guest rooms, all the public lobbies, sports facilities, offices, even the employees’ uniforms, according to Greenbrier historian Robert S. Conte.
Personally, I would never decorate the way Draper did. My surroundings are far more subdued. What surprises me most about her style is how all these fabrics, wallpapers and paints that couldn’t possibly go together somehow do. And I’m surprised even more that I so enjoy staying in her cacophony of color. It’s a girly pleasure to spend a night in a Draper-designed bedroom where roses climb the walls and cover the duvet. Ruffles and tassels are everywhere. And it’s not uncommon to find a few stripes thrown in as well. In the midst of such femininity my husband goes to sleep in fear he will wake to find he’s grown bosoms.
I wake with two things in mind—shopping and the spa. The Greenbrier’s history begins in the late 1700s when people first began visiting the mineral springs there. Guests today can still take the waters but in a far more luxurious setting. Reaching the spa requires a stroll past the bowling alley, the aerobics studio and the romantically canopied indoor pool. The tropical heat of the pool area gives way to the fragrant, cool quiet of the spa. Even before disrobing I begin to relax. The full-body deep-tissue Swedish massage is heaven. And the hour-long pedicure leaves my feet soft and lovely.
It’s a shame to walk on such pampered feet, but the diversity of shops at the Greenbrier provides inviting possibilities—designer apparel, home furnishings, art, jewelry. On this most recent visit I bought a jacket, two necklaces and gifts for three friends. Draper-inspired wallpaper is available for purchase as well.
The variety of activities offered at the resort goes on and on—skeet shooting, tennis, golf, hiking, falconry, biking, riding, croquet, swimming, bowling, dancing, the casino; the list seems endless. The countryside is beautiful, the grounds and gardens superb. Yet, even though the rocking chairs on the terraces may have beckoned, I didn’t even bother going outside for two days, choosing instead to stay indoors and take advantage of the interior tour, the Bunker tour (secretly commissioned to house Congress in case of a nuclear holocaust but never used for any emergency), afternoon tea, the shops, the spa, restaurants and aimless wandering through the halls and lobbies taking in Mrs. Draper’s handiwork.
I never tire of the Greenbrier, this elegant resort that holds court in West Virginia’s rustic mountains. I’ll go back again and again. The Greenbrier makes it easy. While a visit there can be an expensive proposition—rates can range from a few hundred a night to thousands—the resort offers a variety of packages and special rates. Go to the Greenbrier’s website and register to receive notifications of special offers. My most recent visit was a spur-of-the-moment decision to take advantage of an unheard rate of $64 per night, an offer that played off the winning score of the just-played Greenbrier Classic golf tournament. In contrast, I’m going back in October and staying in a Windsor Club room where I’ll pay a cool $600 a night.
Draper had her way with the Virginia Wing as well. Located in this wing is the Windsor Club, so named after the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, who visited the Greenbrier together and separately. Ask nicely and the staff will show you through the wing, which requires a special guest key. I admit to feeling a bit of a tingle when I was admitted into the bedroom the duchess would occupy on their visits. I’ve always admired her jewelry, you know. The rooms used by the pair are part of the presidential suite, which consists of seven bedrooms, sitting rooms, dining room and kitchen all outfitted a la Draper.
Dorothy Draper died in 1969 leaving her legacy at the Greenbrier in the capably colorful hands of her protégé and successor, interior designer Carleton Varney, president/owner of Dorothy Draper & Co. Inc. It is Varney who continued in the Draper tradition when he refreshed the hotel some years ago and decorated the new casino addition, which opened in 2010. You can gamble the night away or stroll with a drink in hand while paying homage to Draper’s optimistic spirit and Varney’s opulent continuation of her work.
I can’t wait to go back.
–Kathy Legg
The Greenbrier, 300 West Main Street, White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia; 855-453-4858; www.greenbrier.com
