I used to be a travel writer. One day I visited the magical Homestead Inn in Greenwich, Connecticut. (Article below.) One day the owner saw my painting and now it is hanging at the Inn.
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Each of the Homestead Inn’s 18 rooms is charming in its own way. Some are painted in sunny yellows, others in brilliant asparagus greens, still others in Moroccan spiced orange tones. One room seems Provencal French, with large ceramic roosters on the tables in the sitting area; others fuse Alice-in-Wonderland merriment with Chanel-red chairs and carpet; another has a heavily filigreed hand-carved bed, the kind seen at Versailles; and still others defy description, such as room 124, with its deep green-yellow walls and its sitting area with Donghia gray chaise lounges and a topiary ball-trimmed tree.
Most charming of all is the coffee table, decoupaged with antique Asian rice paper with little prints of kimono-wearing rabbits flying kites, playing mahjongg and musical instruments, drinking sake and the like. Hand-painted leaves trail across the bedroom wall at eye level, leading into the enormous bathroom, complete with a luxurious assortment of Bulgari bath items and lavish, plush towels
Read the entire article about the Homestead Inn (originally published in Style magazine).
The creativity of designer Theresa Henkelmann and the magic that her husband, Thomas, produces for the palate, is truly unmatched by anything I’ve run across in America.