decodujour: Variété

The spice of life, mais non? This morning on the way in to work I listened to the musical stylings of: Neil Diamond, Barry Manilow, Usher, Flo Rida, Juan Magan (and with Pee Wee!), Reik and Pitbull (the best way to keep up with Spanish!), singing my heart out to each. Most days I would diligently listen to my Behind the Wheel French CDs in the neverending effort to master French, but this morning is so blue and bright and alive, I just had to dance - to the extent possible in traffic.

Tomorrow if I am feeling more mellow I may put on the delicious David Fray whose brilliant Bach we've not witnessed since Glen Gould. Or, Helen Jane Long, the most incredibly soulful modern composer in my eclectic little music collection. My youngest son, who is extremely attuned to emotion, declares her work "too sad" to hear, and David's "too French" for his taste, which is hilarious because although Mr. Fray is indeed French, his Bach is all German. Of course Nico knows none of this, he just knows what he feels.

My taste for all manners of music (save metal and most of the 60s - sorry Beatles fans - ) stems from my general preference to mix up life; furnishings included! 1930s French club chair with Kartell Bourgie Lamp? Check! 1920s Chinese Art Deco rugs with modern oversized, oxblood leather Chesterfield? Of course! Antique gilt frames found at auction, garage sales and the flea surrounding modern prints and photographs? Absolutely! Bikram yoga followed by a small homemade pastry? Well, ok, yes I did that today, and hurray for both. Hurray for variety, the spice of life.

My favorite chair ever.

Its bigger sister, along with a 1920s Chinese Art Deco rug found at Auction - I miss Bonham's SOMA Estate Sales; also with a Kartell Bourgie Lamp in Clear and Brocade side table with same Baroque base. (Wires since hidden : )

The Chinese Art Deco rugs have amazing colors; in person you can see that they actually glow. I have another Bonham's find similar to the above in my boys' room.