Sunroom at Dawnridge via The Adventures of Tartanscot

When I read Scot Meacham Wood's blog post on the luncheon he attended at Dawnridge, once home to decorating legend Tony Duquette, I was malachite green with envy. The swish affair, hosted by Sferra linens and Hutton Wilkinson, Duquette's protegé  and business partner, included a guest list that was a who's who of who was in LA for the Design Blogger Conference. I've been rather mad for malachite for a couple of years now, and Dawnridge is mecca for malachite lovers. Duquette was a devotee of the material -- a carbonate mineral in the most exquisite shade of green. If you know me at all, you know I have a soft spot for all things green. Above is a shot of the sunroom at Dawnridge -- the carpet, round tablecloth, and design details along the ceiling all exhibiting the unmistakable green-black swirls of malachite. Just delicious.

Malachite is mined in the Democratic Republic of Congo -- hmm, that can't be good.

Here's our own burgeoning collection. These pieces once belonged to my favourite Toronto designer -- they are true treasures -- adore the egg!

This groovy little faux malachite painted box is also part of the collection chez nous. The top is the best part:

Spied this little pretty from Lamshop at the New York Gift Show in Feb. I could find a spot for this.


And bless Chicago designer Summer Thornton for her use of the wonderful Cole & Son malachite wallpaper. It's so sexy and just perfection with the overscaled wing chair and checkerboard floor -- oh the drama!

But the pièce de résistance is here. A nice tall, shapely papièr maché  faux malachite urn with lid. I found this stunner at a massive antiques warehouse in Arundel, Maine. Total score. As if I didn't love Maine enough already -- this find endeared her to me even more. My only regret? Well, not to be greedy, but this really is the kind of item one wishes one had a pair of....sigh.


maine ties

sea bags large maine toteI consider Maine an honourary Canadian province. I hope that doesn't offend anyone. Really, when you look at the map, it makes no sense that Maine is in the US. The New Hampshire border is a much more logical terminus to the States. Who should I talk to about righting this? You see, I feel a kinship with Maine. I was there recently and felt it, no doubt. I visited towns I'd never been to and felt at home. Familiar territory. I put it down to ancestry.

My family roots are on Prince Edward Island, Canada's smallest province. Maine and PEI are both considered part of Acadia. So much of what I experienced, the waterfront, town buildings, clapboard houses, the smell of the air, the food -- all of it reminded me of PEI. I felt it at every turn, but a couple of times it almost knocked me over. When I got breakfast at the cafe beside the Inn where I was staying, I saw the manager's card right by the cash. His name: Dave Rossiter. My mother's maiden name is Rossiter. I'm a Rossiter descendant. And later I picked up a copy of Down East, the Magazine of Maine and cracked it open to read the editor's letter first. His name? Paul Doiron. Have you heard the surname Doiron before? It's an Acadian name -- one of the names of the original French settlers who lived in Acadia from 1700-1755. I'm a Doiron. It was my last name until I met and married Mr. Austin. Sure Austin is easier to say and to spell, but I'll always be a Doiron. 

One of the highlights of my trip was seeing all of the beautiful coastal homes. This one was my hands-down favouite. It's in Kennebunkport, Me

So. beautiful. 

To see more beautiful Maine homes from my trip, check out my other blog.