This has always sounded intriguing, and a few weeks ago in an untamed moment (oh, how we cut up in the pool, we who range in age from 65 to 87!), I suggested she invite the rest of us to a potluck lunch at her place.
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| Margaret, Joy, and Anne readying the food |
She agreed, assured that she wouldn't have to cook one damned thing, because cooking is not something she likes to do. (Nor mine; I took a bakery cake.)
Reader, if you want to get a fantasy going about living in a sophisticated loft-like space, you need to visit Kate. Her condominium reflects her whims and taste and imagination in a way that's refreshing and seductive.
The huge main room is full of light, although my iPhone photos don't show it.
The main room, formerly a classroom, opens on to a terrace
Beautiful light
Looking the length of the room toward the kitchen, with a glimpse of one of two loft areas. Note the hanging woven shade on the left.
Behind shade: the bedroom
Looking the other direction, toward the fireplace, with a long scroll that shows off the height of the ceilings.The pendant lights are original (1927), and the former blackboards and bulletin boards are painted over and outlined in white.
The fireplace with its collection of blue-and-white pots
Art leaning up against the former blackboards
Mirror-lined stairway to the loft
Catwalk (?) in the loft
View down to the great room
Kate's lived here for 18 years, in a spot that feels so apart from urban life, and yet it's only a few blocks to the 580 freeway and Pill Hill.
Door to the terrace
It's all about pots and a huge oak tree overhead
The exterior of those windows
Anne, Margaret, Val, and Kate
Kate, Joy, and Betty
Rose in a snifter
I was so taken with this place that I suggested Kate rent it out for weekends--starting with each of us, of course.
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