It's no secret, upon entering my current abode, that I'm a fan of peacocks. I adore peacock imagery in all forms, even when their likeness is deconstructed and barely evident. On a trip to Disney World last May we stayed at the Hilton, which was connected to the neighboring hotel The Waldorf Astoria. This Waldorf Astoria happens to be the only other Waldorf aside from the original in NYC. Why they selected Orlando for a second venue, I'll never know. We made our way over to the Waldorf for breakfast one morning, traipsing through the bar on our way to our poolside table. What appeared before me on the floor of the bar, thrilled me to no end. A peacock carpet as far as the eye can see. Have you ever? And thus begins the sharing of my obsession with peacocks and the oftentime odd places I've managed to discover their likeness.






