[narcissism, vanity, exhibitionism, ambition, vanity, vanity, vanity]
A Hotel Called The Library
Breakfast With Jane
I am one-third of the way through my first cup of coffee when Jane announces: "Cinderella isn't real."
"No. She's just a story."
"When I turn five, I want to visit Cinderella's castle."
When I hear "I want," I think: Run Default Child Deferral Module #244: "We'll see."
I don't think anymore. I just reflexively "parent." Jane calls this "mommying."
"But she's not real."
"Who's not real?" The coffee is slow to kick in this morning.
"Oh! Of course. I guess if she's not real, her castle isn't either."
"No." Jane twirls her hair. "That gives me an idea."
"It starts with Once upon a time..."
The Pitcher Inn, VT
Architect David Sellers, proprietor of The Pitcher Inn has taken old home restoration to a whole other level. The old structure is still mostly the same. But each guest room has been decorated to the teeth according to a various Vermont themes, from skiing to Chester Arthur. This place is definitely not the W, where the place is designed primarily to disappear while you're in it. Rather, the idea is, apparently, to inhabit someone else's extremely well-kitted out fantasy for a while.
Which has something to do with shopping. On the Pitcher Inn's web site, there's a blurb from some travel writer who remarked that staying at the Pitcher Inn was like "staying inside the J. Peterman catalogue."
On the other hand, if you feel like it, you can buy the furniture at the W, too.