By 2pm on Tuesday I was ready to make my escape from the 3rd floor conference room. Legal meetings for 5 hours straight do nothing but sap my creativity and elongate my “to do” list. After dragging on my vintage Garfinkles faux leopard coat, I braced myself for another 30º March afternoon in the District.
Though I hadn’t eaten lunch, I walked right past Osteria Sette and headed towards Secondi. Paying less than retail is a sure way to reclaim my equilibrium. And who knows, maybe the black knit and tulle Valentino cocktail dress was still where I left her, tucked behind the leather trench coat.
Secondi, perched 42 steps above the Starbucks on Conn and R Street, is one of DC’s premier resale boutiques frequented by women who have made peace with dropping $200+ upon crossing the threshold.
Today I was prepared to take advantage of the 15 day grace period offered by my mortgage company. Some lovely [insert bauble, stiletto, apparel] piece would likewise be late to the 4pm meeting.
The fifth contractor agreed with the previous four. It will be damned difficult to install the claw footed high back soaking tub three feet from the canopied bed.
Simone, true to form said little. Instead, she tilted her head, blinked her large bright eyes and met his gaze with a faint smile.
He countered by gesturing wildly, shaking his head emphatically and repeating his pronouncement with more ferver.
"There are no water pipes on this side of the room," he sputtered. And, "anyway, why would anyone want a bathtub twenty feet from the loo?"
Obviously, he has never visited the Mansion on Forsyth Park (Savannah) or seen series one episode four of MissPhryne Fisher's detective stories.
Doesn't he know all DOLLIES require an elixir on occassion.
Take away her 20 minute soak and her hearty Cotes du Rhone red and even our sweet little Simone just might meet them where they are....with a sword at the ready instead of a wand!