NoLa was a blast. More than the famous Cafe’ du Monde beignets, the cemetery tour of St. Louis No. 1, the trolley ride past the Robert E. Lee monument taken over by Confederate-clad KA boys and lushy sorority girls, I most* enjoyed the company of my girlfriends and our morning chats with continental breakfast in Bienville House‘s courtyard.
On one stroll back to our hotel, Gadora popped into a hippish his/her shop with an apparently deaf-to-his-own-noise DJ just long enough to lift two cupcakes for my girls. Music booming, I quickly headed towards the door. Upon my exit I spied this chair…
Since seeing the recycled belt rug at Branch, Gadora has been thinking of other ways to recreate it. Have an inkling this tie idea would make a headboard.
Gadora couldn’t stick around long enough to peer underneath. But I know I can get my hands on some seat-less chairs. And adore the idea!
*Tied was the unforgettable mouthful of hand-made potato gnocchi tossed with blue crab and Perigold truffle at August, happily celebrating Penny’s 30th year of life.