darlings
we need to pause for a while………….
The Scar will continue to heal.
We will continue to wait for the green card.
But need to “step back” as they say, from blogging, for a bit.
We felt warned the other day. And cannot risk anything.
Perhaps we’ll still take pictures – who knows – maybe we’ll go Underground and start with a New Voice.
Until then
a bientot –
_tg xx
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monday started Awfully Well: there were left-over strawberries for breakfast (from our delightful tea-at-home with mP on sunday at 4pm) and a new tea cup to admire from yesterday’s post-swim-shopping at tea & sympathy in greenwich village… a lovely note … Continue reading
Firstly, and most importantly, someone very beautiful and precious in our extended family-of-choice is undergoing a double mastectomy on wednesday. Please spare a thought. We lit a candle and sat in contemplation just now.
To be honest, it’s hard to know what else to say that doesn’t sound like frippery. So forgive us, just pictures today. To illustrate the beauty of light through sun, chandeliers, friendship, sharing strawberries and tea and conversation, lamplight, novel-reading-lightness by a fountain and soon, stars.
We have no words left.
Wishing you the safety of angels, both corporeal and ethereal, dear one.
we are a Tiny Bit disappointed with this evening’s entertainment……………..it turns out that the Gentlemen Prefer Blondes night opposite the Ziegfeld was more of a “concert performance” (no glorious sets flown in and some actors still “on book” carrying the score) and despite being set in 1924 or thereabouts, the costumes were more of the mid-50s (they flatter no one, darlings) with a bit-of-spangle-ness.
BUT! (we cannot be sad for long) – Top Marks to the Delicious Megan Hilty for an Awfully pretty and fruity rendition of Lorelei Lee. And the Very Toned dancers in the Olympiads-dancing-scene with Dorothy (don’t you just Adore an Olympian? We met one the other day – swim team – strapping lass – gorgeous tattoos) were Awfully butch and glorious.
Of course we’ve always had a passion for Anita Loos who was one Smart Cookie and a sassy brunette with a kiss curl of a bob and a million-dollar-brain.
Confession: we got the idea of an alter-ego with a cute voice and a kick-up-the-kitten-heels-and-giggle from Anita.
Oh.
And the little girl at the hotel, of course
Kay Thompson was a force to be reckoned with – “not an act, more of an experience” said a critic from Variety at the time.
That sounds like a good thing to be, darlings ;)
The alter-ego is not something to hide behind, it’s something to either use while “one” is finding out whom one is becoming next. Or a “device” (as they say in the movie Studios) to let Quite the Nicest bits of oneself Develop. While one is – perhaps – waiting for the Scar to heal, the Synthroid to get stable, the cake-desire to wane (oy vey) and the green card to arrive.
If You Know What We Mean.
we nearly blew it the other day.
All tired and scratchy and grumpy, we nearly let slip in a most inappropriate way – less of a Reveal than a petulant “This is who we Are”.
Luckily there’s a delete button on the interweb.
Not so in RL.
As you know.
Sorry?
The letter from England? That was a Very funny one from William
Oh – the Typewriter?
We saw it at the Perry St street fair today!
It looks like something Anita Loos or Kay Thompson might have used – non? Very excited.
The pearl bracelets?
Oh!
Those are new-to-teamgloria.
We bought them in honor/honour/celebration of Anita Loos to wear to see Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Aren’t they delicious? And the ballet slipper pashmina (very soft and pretty) was to go with the pearls.
Darlings we were a Little shocked that some people were in Cargo Shorts (and they weren’t members of the Armed Forces) at the Theatre this evening.
Kay Thompson would have raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.
Anita would have tossed her tiny liitle bobbed hair and very small satin pumps and made a little sigh.
But there again, she was More Worldly than one would think – towards the end of her life she was interviewed and asked if Gentlemen Still Preferred Blondes and she laughed and said something along the lines of “don’t Gentlemen Prefer Gentlemen these days?”
giggle.
Lorelei wouldn’t have got that one.
Or maybe she would.
The alter-ego is not necessarily as bubble-licious as one might expect ;)
We must wend our way downtown again – we have breakfast at a 5 star Hotel with someone Very glam and fashionable and from Abroad.
Isn’t life divine?
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so we joined moleskine “world” – or “myMoleskine” as they call it (if you want to have a look for yourself, dear moleskine-lover – it’s at – you guessed it – moleskine.com) but we seem to be the only entity … Continue reading
darlings – something lovely has happened – one of our photographic-moments-in-Paris was spotted by Greg Domres, an artist in NYC, and an homage was created in chenile stem – quelle deliciousness.
Isn’t that glorious?
Here are the two images below.
More here from thestemist………………
And here’s the original post from Paris, darlings
Our work has inspired another.
Isn’t that the loveliest thing to do?
We are a muse.
At last.
Have a beautiful Friday wherever you are In The World today.
Perhaps you are in Paris.
If only fleetingly in your Imagination.
We often visit thus, too ;)
Tests.
And more tests.
Prodding.
On
The
Scar.
………….and elsewhere #sigh
Still.
The doctors office (not the surgeon’s in the hospital annex, another One) has an Awfully Nice Terrace.
We sat here between various bits of the appointment.
Then the Surreal bit.
Going back over everything that’s happened.
And how we feel Now.
Odd.
To tell the truth.
Best bit?
A breakfast downtown with someone Glam and Foreign and somewhat connected to the Day Job. Followed by a walk around to kill time before the doctor appointment.
Funny curious oddness surreality abounds.
Shocking, even ;)
Now here: resting.
The tests have wiped us out entirely.
We must return home to lie down for a while in a pool of warm sunshine; like a cat.
Send kind thoughts of novels and tea and quiet soothing-ness, darlings.
The medical establishment is caring.
But the whole re-counting and re-calling and prodding and Tests are rather nerve-jarring……
smiling weakly.
we are Awfully sensitive ;)
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so it’s raining again. to someone who grew up in england there’s a resignation about the rain. to someone who grew up with a sense of adventure, the sight of a pink umbrella is like spotting a Kindred Spirit across … Continue reading
as we just happened to mention the Other Morning we are Rather smitten with a new (to us) author – Simon Van Booy (his bio does not reveal what must be Dutch origins from that surname but most tantalizingly slip in that although born in London he grew up in Rural Wales – a most incredibly dark and fertile place for the soul, spirit and Imagination to grow and bloom and twist into genius – see Richard Burton and Anthony Hopkins for proof, darlings).
we are now half-way through his book of short stories – The Secret Lives of People in Love – and relishing every line – it’s the sort of dense undertones and light whipped devonshire cream smoothed on the top of the words that gives a richness and yet a power that, when hungrily devouring each line, one has to stop to catch one’s breath and at one point we even leaned in and nearly spilled the morning dark-embrace-of-caffeine as we tried to put our hand over our mouth to stifle the gasp………….
Isn’t that just the Best sort of reading experience?
the small apartment Sabone found after his mother’s death overlooked a fountain. Water bubbled through the mouth of a child. Sabone’s evenings were quiet, but for the crackle of a fire in winter and the sound of his fingers turning the pages of books. However, not long after his mother died, a wild and ungovernable desire grew inside him.
Oh yes.
we are Filled to the brim of our Scar-enriched throat with Those ;)
As were all the Young and Disaffected lovelies we saw last night………… (cue: scene change: fly in new backdrop of housing works bookshop – for Visuals Click Here
The room was pulsing with a palpable anguish of disappointment at the collapse of the american dream, such as it was (although we hear Suze Orman is proposing a new one and if there’s a vote for a new world leader, we’d like someone as confident and clad in brash-jewel-tones as Suze to step forward, wouldn’t you?).
And yet – and Yet………the speaker chris Guillebeau (what a glorious moniker) was Full of verve and world travels and deep curiosity about Other lands and Peoples and startingyourownbusiness and forgingyourowndream.
Darlings. It was almost late 1890s in california type “let’s build Los Angeles!” fervor and delicious excitement.
Which was in strong contrast to another person we saw speak recently – a most troubling and sad moment of press-my-stomach-and-speak-biz-speak-until-someone-asks-a-question-and-pause-and-start-again.
What has happened?
And is there anyway back for some people?
a wild and ungovernable desire is our only hope……
the Scar says hello.
the slicing open of-our-throat has released some Pretty Crazy desires.
What fun.
Took a stroll at lunchtime with cF and suddenly stopped to avoid walking over a poem…….
Isn’t that delicious?
Apparently it’s a Movement!
Oh!
We Love This.
and not just Poems.
But deeply meaningful yet short and concise haiku Too.
The world is truly opening up.
Long slow exhalation of sheer Pleasure.
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