We're Maximalists

 I was chatting with Bruce the other day about this whole minimalism trend wherein people go around their abodes and throw things away. I am no minimalist. If there's a flat, unoccupied surface I aim to put something there. So I told Bruce I was a maximalist when it came to interior design. Bruce suggested I might be a maximalist in life. 

OK, I'll own it. I enjoy:

• brocade
• as many kinds of tea as possible on hand at any given time
• gargoyle statuettes
• old birthday cards that are actually pretty funny
• a large assortment of tote bags
• CAPS LOCK

We were at brunch this morning with Derek, Wanda, Matt and Helen at this adorably maximalist place called Ladurée in Soho.

Maximalist = pastries stacked on top of each other

There is a white fur throw on the backs of the chairs these days.
Definitely maximal.

I mentioned to Derek that we were looking to pop into MacKenzie and Childs on the way home. Derek grimaced. He is not a maximalist. And this MacKenzie and Childs is about as maximalist and you can get. It's like the Mad Hatter's tea party in there:

Cannot go wrong with
a maximalist table setting

At MacKenzie and Childs, I contemplated getting a very lavish teapot with a jewel on the handle, but in the end opted against it. I can always go back, of course.