Event: A Watch Party Worthy of Whistledown
Some projects are pure delight from the moment they begin. This one was exactly that—a Bridgerton watch party for a sorority of women who wanted to celebrate sisterhood, elegance, and a good bit of Regency-inspired romance. The request? A space to match their gowns and gossip, steeped in soft beauty with just enough modern touch to keep things fresh.
The first thing to bloom in the room was color. I installed ornate wall panels and tall bookshelves with delicate carved detailing, and then bathed everything in a gentle wisteria purple. It’s the sort of hue that doesn’t just tint a room—it transforms it. The moment you step inside, the real world quiets, and the scene begins.
Beneath their feet, warm wooden herringbone floors gave the space structure and grace, topped with a Victorian-style pastel rug woven through with swirling florals and vines. It felt like walking across a faded heirloom quilt—soft, inviting, full of story.
The seating was where past met present. Chesterfield-style couches with soft wooden bases and off-white leather struck the perfect balance of modern elegance, echoing the formality of the show but offering the comfort of today. A glam marble coffee table with spindly gold legs gave them a stage for serving sweets, scones, or perhaps a few cheeky glasses of champagne.
The bookshelves were dressed for the occasion, filled with nods to their sorority—symbolic pieces, classic books, and carefully chosen vases and florals. White hydrangeas bloomed from the shelves like little whispers of spring.
Above it all, a golden chandelier dangled gracefully, each slim arm adorned with delicate pearls—reminiscent of jewelry passed from mother to daughter, or the quiet twinkle of ballroom candlelight. It gave the room its crown, and rightly so.
To bring the Bridgerton energy home, I hung two antique-style paintings behind the seating area—one of a queen bee, one of a worker bee. A quiet nod to lore, a wink to Lady Whistledown herself, and a beautiful metaphor for the strength and sweetness of the women who gathered here.
The curtains were full-length and solid off-white, with structured tops for a polished finish. They framed the light gently, giving the room that elegant, quiet hush—like a library, or a ballroom before the music begins.
By the end, the space was ready for everything: tea and conversation, dancing and laughter, secrets and sisterhood. The kind of space you’d want to return to long after the season ends.
