'A room without accessories reminds me of a woman who got dressed and forgot to put on her jewelry.' - Heather Clawson aka Habitually Chic
Someone recently described Heather Clawson as 'a gorgeous young thing'. Well, we suppose one out of three ain't bad. With pithy (recycled and lifted) quotes like the one above, she certainly is something, isn't she? Know what bothers us about self-described home fashionistas like La Clawson? She just recycles old (and not very original) quotes like this, trying to pass them off as witty, tossed off personal observations and she just ends up sounding so, so, so very tired and dull. Additionally, Ms. Clawson also has no problem featuring and promoting work stolen from Dallas area artists on her blogsite as the original work of another, well documented scam company, Design legacy, and its con artist owner, Kelly 'O'Steal' O'Neal. Know how the 'polished' Clawson responded when messaged about her (accidental? shill? intentionally misleading?) posts? Heather 'Wait'll I Get My Claws On YOU' Clawson hit the roof and fired off several profanity-laden emails that'd make genteel readers blush right down to their toes.
'Methinks the lady doth protest too much.' - Shakespeare
Then this self-appointed arbiter of great taste files a false police report against someone unrelated to the original questioning emails, putting her in line to be served with a civil action and - dare we say it? - probably a criminal charge, too (won't THAT look terrific framed on one of her Ralph Lauren-painted walls?). And do you, Gentle Reader, know who misled Clawson and whose information she relied on to file that false police report? You guessed it! Design Legacy and O'Steal, the same swindlers who a simple google search of 'kelly o'neal + swindlers' or 'design legacy + thieves' pulls up HUNDREDS of documented complaints about, dating back over four years...along with info on the upcoming class action lawsuit against this pack of sticky-fingered vulgarians. So, a question: Is this the kind or error-riddled 'journalism' you want to rely on for advice on where to buy the latest, greatest tchotkes? Do you trust a seemingly medication-deprived, hysterical, profanity spewing scribbler who touts any ill-researched (or deceptively paid for) product with her personal endorsement? You decide for yourself.
As for us: We'll never consult Clawson or her yellow journalism broadsheet ever again. There are just too many honest reporters out there to fall for this kind of faux chic swill. Cheers!