If I am posting too much about the garden show I saw last week, then perhaps it’s just as well that I overlooked a big chunk of it, even though it is one of my favorite parts: the designer rooms. You’d think this scene right at the entrance would have served as a trigger.
That thing lying between the two chairs was so ugly that I didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the room. I was trying to figure out what might have made that shiny salmon pig-looking creature show-worthy. Regurgitated dog came to mind. With all the cute stuffed animals out there, why in the world would they have picked one that looked like it was stuffed into a hotdog casing?
The books the designers selected for inspiration made me even sorrier that I missed the rooms. Unusual choices! Velva Jean Learns to Drive (a kitchen)… Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (den)… and Judy Blume’s Freckles (dining room) were among them.
The Time Traveler’s Wife was inspiration for a master bedroom. Would only one side of the bed be mussed? A guest room was designed as one for The Great Gatsby’s overnight friends–perhaps this guest:
(I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby’s house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited – they went there. -The Great Gatsby, Chapter 3)
The guide description of the last room, even though it doesn’t specify what room it inspired, really perplexed me. The inspiration book was The Story of the Trapp Family Singers. Kind of a shocker, huh? Here’s the description in the guide:
Rhythm can be seen and heard filling friendly faces and quite (sic) spaces. This room is designed for those times that people share together.
Huh? Try and wrap your brain around what that one might have been.
Click on these next pictures and enlarge them to see the exquisite details. Don’t forget to turn up the scent sensor.
The Orchid Pavilion
Nero was bested by this entry:
A woman in our neighborhood teaches Ikebana. She’s notorious for slinking around the neighborhood, stealing branches and blooms for her classes. Beware the Ikebana neighbor. Let’s assume that the exhibition plants were not pilfered.
I loved this book when I read it, so I was glad to see it used: