Schulenberg’s Page: A New Year begins

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New Year’s Eve at Eric Preminger’s apartment, December 31, 1975.

1976. New Year’s Eve I went to a small gathering at Erik Preminger’s apartment. I usually don’t go anywhere on New Year’s Eve, but this  year was different. It was very quiet evening with just a few people.

Erik’s mother was Gypsy Rose Lee and when he was a teenager he learned that his real father was Otto Preminger. Ironically when his mother finally told him — on personal request — who his real father was, he responded with, “Who is Otto Preminger?!”


The guest list.

On New Year’s Day there was a small gathering at Frances “Francesca” Hershkowitz’s apartment.


Frances “Francesca” (with cigarette holder) and Sara Holland.

And after the holiday I met up with jewelry designer, Katrina “Muffin” Wood.



We went shopping and met a saleswoman specializing in antique and modern ribbons. She noticed Muffin’s English accent and being English herself, started a conversation.

She was so like a character in an English movie that I couldn’t resist and discreetly drew her. She never knew.



A few days later Muffin introduced me to Eleanor Barron, another friend who was involved in design.



We went to lunch at Wild Mushrooms.




I was spending a lot of time with Muffin. She was so thorough about what selling was about and she also had a fascinating large collection of antique beads. And they weren’t ordinary beads either. She’d grown up in Kenya and there were many handmade African beads! Some of them had amazing stories.

Steve Jerro was a writer and had come with me to meet Muffin and hear some of the stories about Africa!



On Saturday I went downtown to Orchard Street to check out the fabric stores. I saw some gorgeous English woolens but not anything I could use for my “fabric jewelry” (In case you missed it, click here for the whole backstory).



The following Wednesday I met with Muffin and Eleanor again and we went to Les Pits.



Eleanor had brought a friend, Wayne Davies.



The next day I went to a company that sold all sizes of cotton cords. When I thought back about the various means of filling the fabric tubes it was a little embarrassing to think that we hadn’t known that cords existed even though I’d seen cording used in upholstery and pillows — but I hadn’t made the connection.



I felt so foolish as I realized that I could have just gone to an ordinary fabric store and asked for cotton cording. I was beginning to learn what the questions were and hoped that eventually I might have some answers!


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