Executive editor Laura Kostelny is not the best photographer—something you are sure to notice right away. On her way to becoming the next Annie Leibovitz (complete with the financial woes!), she spends time browsing home decor shops, talking about deep (and not so deep) things on the patio of the Old Monk, and watching the worst reality programs you can name.

Friday Fun With Jim Williamson

It’s the first of August. How did that happen? It seems like it was just April. Now it is August, and I have yet to step near or in a pool. I find this almost as strange as The Leftovers. I guess my absence from the pool will make the surgeon general and my mother happy. A couple of weeks ago when we were getting some spa treatments, the lady said to me, “Your skin is so pale. Not like most people here who want color—you know, kind of orange. In my country, pale skin is a status symbol, and people even bleach their skin to make it pale.”

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Friday Fun With Jim Williamson

The other night, while watching Master Chef, my eyes got all misty when Gordon Ramsey said, “Your donuts are perfection.” I am not sure what this says about my current mental state. Maybe it was just past my bedtime. I may have also been hungry. I did go in search of something sweet, but there was nothing to be found—even the hidden stash of chocolate was gone. So I did what any normal person would do. I ate some sweet chili potato chips—the entire large bag. Even worse, I ate them in the dark. My thinking: If no one actually sees you eat the chips, no one can prove you ate them.

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10 Most Beautiful: 10 Nonesuch Rd.

Sometimes I forget that I am old—probably in itself some form of senility. But then something happens—maybe I find myself thinking something looks cute in a Chico’s commercial or perhaps I simply realize that this is my seventh year to be a part of the 10 Most Beautiful House. Whatever the case, I remember that I am not young. But I still love doing this thing because it’s the basest of contests—we really don’t care about anything other than how the house looks. We just run the roads and pick out homes we like without a care as to who lives there, what interior design travesties may or may not be going on inside, and /or who built it.

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Friday Fun With Jim Williamson

When I woke up this morning, I almost thought I was in another city. What a relief to have a cool breeze in mid-July! And speaking of a cool breeze,I was at dinner last night to catch up with my “cousin”—in town from San Francisco along with other assorted friends and family—and I felt like I was under the actual Polar Vortex because that AC must have been set on the Ice Age setting. Maybe they set it so low to keep the margaritas from melting? It didn’t work on mine. But whatever the reason, you have to eat fast before the cheese gets hard. There’s nothing worse than cold Tex-Mex.

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Friday Fun With Jim Williamson

It’s time to get real up in here and give you the lowdown on what has been going on since we last spoke. First, we had my birthday. Yay! Another year old and wiser, but hopefully, I’m still just as fun. I think the fun part might be doubtful but certainly hopeful. I kept it low key with dinner at Kitchen LTO with just Max since we had just finished hosting the annual 4th of July party. More on that in a minute.

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Friday Fun With Jim Williamson

The week started out okay. It was much like any other except that I had to go to Houston via a one-way ticket. My return trip was via U-Haul. But more on that later. We arrived at the airport at 12:15 p.m., ready to board our flight. But our flight wasn’t ready for us. It had been cancelled and rescheduled for 5:30 p.m. I had no intention of waiting for five hours in an airport just to get to Houston, so we tried for standby on the next available flight. The attendant said, “It doesn’t look promising, but hang loose.” We did, and we got on the next flight.

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Friday Fun With Jim Williamson

My roof deck is, for the most part, complete. It still needs to be re-stained, but at least I can walk on it. More importantly, I can nap on it. When it was done, I was so excited that I did a tap dance routine I learned when I was 6. It was originally choreographed to “In Your Easter Bonnet,” but it also adapts quite well to “Best Friend” by Foster the People. I am happy to teach this routine at any time, but instruction comes with a warning: Don’t ever do it in front of someone you think you may want to make out with at any point in time. You can’t un-see some things.

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Friday Fun With Jim Williamson

Hello, good people! I’m so happy it’s the weekend, aren’t you? I’m going to turn things over to Jim Williamson while I figure out something delicious I should eat for dinner. It’s Friday, and I have just finish walking the Oz for an hour in our much loved Fair Park. That’s right. I am not physically at work. I’m writing this in my kitchen while wearing sweaty jogging clothes. I was gong to mention the brand, but I don’t want to polarize anyone. That just gave it away, didn’t it? It sounds kind of gross but it feels great.

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Friday Fun With Jim Williamson

Hello. We have just finished a magazine. I am very tired. So I am going to turn things over to our friend Jim Williamson who will tell you about his European adventures. Part Due is late. I was desperately trying to get my happy on last Friday so I could share some happy with you, but it was not happening. This could be due in no small part to what a designer and I have now nicknamed “those damn sconces.” By Monday, they had pretty much become “f’ing sconces.” But I am happy to report that as of today, I think we have reached a happy place and proper wattage.

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