This is the kind of disarmingly pleasant thing one hears constantly about Tory Burch: She's fun. She's funny. She's a great athlete. She loves children, even yours. She's irreverent, informal... and so on. But when you roll up to the front door of Westerly, the enormous 1929 Georgian house in Southampton she bought nine years ago and has been decorating with Daniel Romualdez ever since, none of that seems possible. This is not by any outward appearance the house of someone who giggles—this is the house of the father-in-law you never wanted to meet, and who never wanted to meet you. Or the intimidating banker in a black-and-white movie you'd rather die than borrow money from. Think The Philadelphia Story and how that house reduces the hard-boiled journalists played by Jimmy Stewart and Ruth Hussey to blubbering bumpkins.
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