It really is a bright and sunny afternoon in January, and then we’re standing up in the gymnasium-size living room from the three-story, 17,315-square-foot mansion that 53-year-old owns together multi-millionaire oilman husband, Lamar, that is 68. The mansion adjoins the eighth fairway of a golf course during the special Carlton Woods region in the heart of The Woodlands, the master-planned area thirty kilometers north of Houston. For the past 30 minutes, she’s come giving myself a trip. We’ve strolled through the dining room, the wine-tasting space, a few kitchens, a theater, a gym, and nine visitor rooms. I stared at a Chagall paint, a dozen roughly giant amethyst geodes (each worth 25 % of a million dollars), a statue of a Chinese foo dog, a chandelier so big I’d to crane my head back to take in the whole lot, and a swimming pool big enough to drift a yacht.
And now Theresa brings me inside master bedroom. She actually is, as one of the woman family phone calls the lady, a€?the most statuesque of blondes,a€?