Sister Parish
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"Sister Parish" was an American interior design/interior decorator and socialite. She was the first interior designer brought in to decorate the John F. Kennedy/Kennedy White House, a position soon usurped by French interior designer Stéphane Boudin. Despite Boudin's growing influence, Parish's influence can still be seen at the White House, particularly in the Family Dining Room and Yellow Oval Room.

A stately and occasionally Eccentricity (behavior)/eccentric white-haired lady, Parish was the design partner of Albert Hadley, a Tennessee-born decorator, with whom she co-founded Parish-Hadley Associates (1962–1999). Both were equally influential, Parish for her homey, cluttered traditionalism and passion for patchwork quilts, painted furniture, and red-lacquer secretaries and Hadley for his clean-cut take on modernism. Hadley described Parish's designs as "baroque" and "freewheeling". It was Parish's custom at the start of each project to roll a tea cart through the house, getting rid of anything she deemed unnecessary, often intimidating clients with her frank approach.

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My birth certificate read Dorothy May Kinnicutt, but, lest you think that the name "Sister" has any ecclesiastical significance, let me hasten to point out that it was immediately hung on me by my three-year-old brother, Frankie.

People who don't know me lower their eyes in embarrassment when the Lord's name is taken in vain in my presence.

The last occasions when the timetable of our lives would be interrupted for many years to come.

It has not been an easy name, yet it has brought me many a laugh.

It has not been an easy cross to bear. It has caused considerable confusion. My husband constantly complained about the awkwardness of being married to a woman whom he called Sister.

Our American forebears included Cotton Mather and Oliver Wolcott, who signed the Declaration of Independence, and we were told that a strong wire of character stretched from them through all generations of our family.

Even my aunt Joan, hopelessly sentimental about every member of our family, admitted that I was hideous.