The prospect of hosting a fancy dinner party at my house filled my heart with panic and my redecorating engine with jet fuel. I had been wanting to update my dining room. Suddenly, I had an incentive and a deadline.
“You start seeing everything they don’t even notice,” said my neighbor, trying to calm my nerves.
“I’m more worried they’ll see everything I don’t notice,” I said.
Aren’t we all a little house blind?
The dinner party wasn’t my idea. A few months ago, my friend, who is also a friend of the arts, hatched the plan to auction off