His name was Ludovic (a Russian prince?) and she loved his lanterns. She had to have one ....or perhaps two.....or perhaps more....A meeting was called for.
But eek, what if he was terribly snobby? What if he drank his tea with his pinkie in the air? What if he carried a small white fluffy dog with a small white fluffy name? What if his home was oh so Architectural Digest? In that case, he might not welcome the likes of her.....
With a friend, she set off to meet him anyway. Nothing risked, nothing gained, she told herself firmly.
A statuesque blond answered the door. She looked stern and spoke with a Spanish accent. Yes, Ludovic was expecting them...... They walked in and the blogging girl learned that she had been wrong -- wrong about Ludovic, wrong about everything.
Ludo wore faded jeans and a red hoodie. His hair was perfectly disheveled. He had a droll French humor. And his place could only be described as in a state of beautiful decay.... Ludo laughed that although he spent his days working on luxury projects, he had filled his own home with the rejects, with the riff-raff, with the flotsam and jetsam. How charming he was.
There were mismatched pillows on makeshift couches.
There was a schizophrenic chandelier rigged up in the plants. (Well, why not?)
There were surprising still life compositions.
And mysterious bags designed for shopping the souks of Marrakech or Manhattan.
Just before leaving, Ludovic's cat whispered in the blogging girl's ear that she had been forgiven for all that fluffy white dog nonsense. So, if she promised to be on her very best behavior, she might just be permitted to come back to spend another afternoon at Ludo's...
PS... and as for the lanterns......look for them at Peacock Pavilions......
PPS Liz and Ted, I am happy to help you with your wedding but your email is not working. Please do write me with another email address.