Just lie. Tell them your interior designer's on her way, she's matching plaids in Edinburgh, she's plucking damask roses. You'll just take a little look-see without her. And do try not to drool on the neoclassical sofa or claw the heraldic emblems stitched so gracefully into faded green cloth. Nod knowingly at the silvery-bronze velvet coquette chairs, tilt the price tag on the walnut Chippendale chair ever so slightly and try not to blanch. Remember, this isn't simply furniture. It's an art... More »
