Winifred Wright is KC’s current it-girl. I feel I have to deem her so because KC is yet to have it’s own version of page 6 that would inform us of the city’s new crown princess. So, there that is. The Chest of Drawers is currently KC’s version of page 6. Well, without the smutty gossip. Okay, maybe just a bit…
ANYWAY, I have no fears about deeming Winifred KC’s latest girl-to-know because she is. As I was getting this post together and talking to people about W.W.’s upcoming feature on this site, the same verbatim statement was said again and again, “That girl is AWESOME. I love Winifred.” Everyone from pretty, girly hair stylists to bro-dudes I chat it up with on the daily at work all possess the same sentiment towards this shaved-head vixen: she’s the bomb.
And she really is. From our very first visit, this girl had zero qualms with letting her freak flag fly. And by letting her freak flag fly, I mean greeting me sweetly sleepy-eyed at the door in nothing but the teeniest knickers and an old micro t-shirt like we were sisters who had seen each other at our most intimate moments our entire lives.
Not that prancing around your magical garden home (more on that in a bit) in your skivvies automatically makes you an it-girl, but it certainly helps. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge. Especially when the guiding force behind said prancing is one that has no idea how enigmatic, how powerful, and how lovely its effect is. Winifred is the bomb according to everyone else because she doesn’t even notice how ‘the bomb’ she is. Nor, does she really care.
Besides, she’s too busy flitting from one of her fourteen jobs to the next. And of course, they’re all super cool. She’s a jack-of-all trades at a happening design firm, a wine-slinger at Amigoni Vineyard and Winery, AND works at the place to be seen this summer, Port Fonda.
I know what you’re thinking. Man, if I was working that many jobs, I sure would like to have a nice place to come home to. Fear not theCoD readers! Winifred has it covered. This girl resides in the most amazing hidden cottage in all of KC. This secret garden paradise, which you’ll see throughout the post, is located on a KC street usually reserved for Mexican restaurants and old dilapidated factories. But there it exists. A little home covered head-to-toe in wild and domesticated vegetation. A little home whose interior is just as job-dropping as its exterior with strange odds and ends hung, strewn, and placed about in such a way that one could never possibly claim they’ve seen it all.
Which, if we’re looking for a way to wrap up this introductory paragraph, the previous statement serves well. Winifred herself is a series of juxtapositions much like her quirky home. Her exterior is a mixture of wild (that hair!) and groomed (that perfect liquid-lined cat eye) while her soul suggests a space that despite however well you think you know her, she will still possess inifinite secret nooks and veiled crannies she’s not quite ready to reveal.