if i were a shape-shifter, i know whose life i'd try to slip into

I can't even begin to describe how completely bad-ass this littlesweetold woman is. And, no, I wouldn't really be able to take over her life because that would mean she wouldn't have it anymore and I want her to have it, and be out there being her 79 year old glorious self.

There's 13th-century Spanish madonnas peppering the place, along with an amazing thinly-cast bronze cat head that, frankly, makes me want to pull some sort of Dr. Frankenstein thing so it could be animated and roaming the earth forever.

Then there's the diningroom with walls covered in smoked Venetian mirror, with ancient frescoes mounted atop, jade and coral Chinese carvings, and basically the most lush and tempting color palette abounding. The room shown above is just a corner of some side room. Nothing 'special.' Blugh.

And I haven't even gotten into the actual person she is, her dear demeanor, and character. I LOVE COOL OLD LADIES.

ADORE.

Le sigh.