The Grief Project

The Grief Project Interior Design Show Therapy Who buys a sofa for $8000? That’s the type of question that never worried Gerry and I. We made our yearly trip to the Interior Design Show and mentally splurged on all the goodies, sometimes getting to sit on lovely luxe pieces or at least touch them. It was annoying when we would get gently chastised for eating our lunch on a luxury lounger, but never mind. So this year, without my own personal design/good taste guru would I enjoy the Interior Design Show? Would it be therapeutic to wander through design porn or a(nother) way to open up the sadness floodgates? Good grief. What if I cried? I took along my good friend Grace, temporarily appointed as my photographer and discovered to my delight that I was able to assume the mantle of poseur and resident snob. As Grace and I visited the exhibits, I gave it all my best, loftily declaring items to be au courant, or, too too tacky. Grace may have seen through my pompous pronouncements (she has been to my place) but she let me pontificate and was a willing and cheerful participant in my Grief Project. We happily threaded our way through the show: I took notes and she took pictures and I gave out my most profound opinions. Note: The Interior Design Show is an A-1 Showcase The Interior Design Show is special. There are pieces by budding designers of furniture and some very high end exhibitors as well as those that want to show off their latest, most trend setting wares. It’s perfect for a snob like me and we had a marvelous time. Grace did not offer to buy me an Italian Espresso maker as Gerry once did, but she wasn’t in a wheelchair either. Verdict? If you’re grief stricken, it’s good to try the things you’ve liked forever. Rather than focusing on what’s missing, appreciate the positive differences. I did not even think of crying.