One of my friends asked us to help her design her living room, a light and bright space filled with blues and creams. This is how the room is supposed to look: dog-free.
But, this is how it looks the minute she turns her back: A lounge for her dogs. Daisy, her standard poodle with perpetually muddy paws, makes herself at home on the sofa when no one is looking. And Tess sneaks in whenever she can to bask in the sun.
I wish I had high-performance fabrics years ago, when I hosted my boisterous family for Christmas Day. After Dan cooked a wonderful feast, we moved to the living room to open gifts. That’s when my 90-something-year-old mom accidentally spilled her red wine all over my white sofa. If I had had Sunbrella or Krypton or Revolution fabric, the wine would have wiped right up.
This column was adapted from Mary Carol Garrity's blog at www.nellhills.com