A house is not a home unless the people who inhabit it feel as comfortable inside it as their own skin. Phyllis always felt like she had a rash inside this moderne abode. But her beloved Phillipe loved it so, she held her tongue and walked around with hives and high blood pressure until she became bedridden. Phillipe could not bear to lose the house, but equally unhappy with the prospect of losing Phyllis, he moved all the Eames, Alto and Kartell into the garage and let her redecorate in early American. His only request was that she move her collection of spinning wheel lamps away from the picture window so that at least from the outside, the home looked like the modern showplace it was and not the largest collection of Ethan Allen under one roof west of Lake Erie.