Right after college, I moved to New York and ended up with a job in fragrance development for Calvin Klein Cosmetics working in none other than the Trump Tower. That is about as close to talking about the debates as I'll get on here and really has nothing to do with anything other than setting a scene.
SO I'm living in New York City, young and too blonde, and I'm walking down the street wearing bright red pants and a white button down with my hair in a ponytail. As I'm walking confidently in my red pants (most likely from H&M), I look up and happen to make direct eye contact with Nicky Hilton who is walking toward me wearing bright red pants, a white button down and her hair in a ponytail. It was a super random, awkward moment that I had forgotten about until today when her adorable baby girl nursery popped up on my Instagram.
This was the Honey Bear's nursery that I posted
last year three year's ago. Notice anything similar? (definitely not the ill-fitting ottoman slip cover that I hate to even draw attention to accept it's the only thing I see right now).
We both have the kneeling boy print. Mine hung in the nurseries of both my husband and my father-in-law. I actually have the matching kneeling girl print that I found and bought "just in case" I one day had a girl.
All of this is just a super long and round-about way for me to convince myself that some classic D. Porthault Coeurs pink linens are absolutely necessary in Baby Girl's nursery.
It's a sign. Straight from God and Nicky Hilton. Thanks y'all!
And thanks Mario Buatta for this inspiration.
And thanks, Cathy Kincaid for using pink and blue so beautifully.
And thank you again, Nicky Hilton.
Go visit my friend over at The Glam Pad if you want a fabulous rundown of The History of D. Porthault - It's a great read and I saved every image from the post in my
digital hoarding Pretty Things file.
Update: As I was finishing this post, my 3-year-old was screaming "mommy, mommy, mommy"over and over again with an emergency iPad request that I wasn't taking seriously enough. Because my brain was slowly shriveling un on itself, I completely forgot to thank Rod Stewart.
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