One of my fellow committee members here at the condo asked if she could bring her architect and interior designer to see our apartment, (for the third time), as there were features that she wanted to copy. Previous visits had been with an earlier designer with whom she was no longer working, and with her husband, to show him the built-in bookshelves for his, well books. It was surprising that seemed to be a novel idea, but indicative of the way this story goes. One of the previous times she was so late for the appointment that this time I texted her a couple of hours before the visit to remind her that I was expecting her at noon, and received confirmation that she would be here at the agreed time. And indeed she was, armed with a (guilty) box of chocolates from Maxim's.
The architect and designer are the same company that are doing the general renovation of the condominium, which I wrote about here, and which is still awaiting award of the contract to the company to carry out the work. A salutary reminder if one were ever needed that time means absolutely nothing in Thailand.
Anyway, I imparted my wisdom and design ideas and the assistant was busily taking photos of built-ins etc, but also of everything, including furniture, art etc, as though he was casing the joint. I was of course aware of it, and felt slightly put out by the liberties being taken, but then I suppose one should be flattered, and the property has after all been featured in Elle Decor previously. Would this blanket photography make you uncomfortable, or am I overreacting?
I have not had the dubious pleasure of seeing the apartment that is to be transformed, but having watched The First Wives Club again the other night, I was reminded of Goldie Hawn's terrific line as her character Elise to Bette Midler's Brenda when she visits Brenda's apartment: "Oh, I've never been to your apartment. It's so real...".
I expect my committee friend's flat, judging by the comments to the designer are also real.
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