The only good thing about my evening commute from the accursed day job is that I drive through the famed Georgetown business district in downtown DC. For those of you old enough to remember "St. Elmos' Fire", that's where the Brat Pack boozed. For those of you even older, I pass by the creepy stairs from "The Exorcist" each evening as well. Georgetown is a major shopping district jam-packed with all the coolest big-name and hippest stores, and I've become jaded after all this time. Until a few weeks ago.
Brooks Brothers (of all places) unveiled their holiday window. Thank GOD I was crawling along at 2 mph! I audibly GASPED when I saw this gigantic paint-by-numbers backdrop in the window. My photo doesn't do it justice, because it's GORGEOUS. It's understated. It's nostalgic. It's paint-by-numbers, by god!
THEN I remembered about the awesomest article in Country Living a few months ago. When I saw the spread, I kept thinking "I need to find a cheesy jumbo paint-by-numbers painting", but it never happened. I would gladly pay MORE for a jumbo painting than the table itself. Alas, all I've got is an unfinished deer painting, a horse painting, and even TWO Monkees paintings, but none are large enough for a project like this.
Even though I actually went to a BBQ at Mike Nesmith's fabulous Hollywood Hills home in 1987(?). I bet he doesn't even remember that I like my cheeseburger medium-rare.