today was Truly lovely.
it started at home – with writing, scrapbooking, thinking, coffee-drinking, listening to BBC Radio on the blackberry (so Modern) and musing out of the window at the Most delicious green-ness of the view outside.
then to brunch – at the mercer (we had the Roast Chicken – it is a Sunday, after all and we were feeling a bit British for a change).
and then back to write for a bit and call William, in England (and get Very Excited in preparation for our trip to Cornwall….)
we also have an Inspirational Tool (as they call it in Writing Workshops at minor universities with good campuses Out Of Town for summer Retreats) and cut out pictures from magazines and then, once inserted into the moleskine (#132 if you’re keeping track – we know We Are), we quickly, without thinking, write a quick few lines or so – sometimes these become a short story or a bit of a Screenplay but mostly it’s just Fun. And that’s Very Important when one is Writing and imagining and thinking and dreaming and Plotting.
that was a Lovely hour – with lady-of-letters and her tiny sprite (in a Most adorable mini-cloche hat) – we headed to chelsea market (to buy thank you cards and a book of short stories which the clerk persuaded us to try – if it’s good, we’ll let you know. if it’s crap, we’ll let Him know ;-) – and then to the Hudson River to walk around the Piers and dream of when the Transatlantic Liners made the crossing, bringing people from Europe to the New World to fulfill their dreams and plots of their own……
we arrived as a member of the jet set, in business class (we got upgraded, we had No Money in those days ;-), on a plane called Ruby Tuesday (Virgin Atlantic).
but secretly we like to think we Made the Crossing in a state-room embellished with fat little cherubs and tea-on-a-tray and a rose-silk dressing gown and Ponds cold cream and read novels as the waves gently lapped the Spring-tides outside our window.
we can but dream.
maybe we’ll be going Back in that mode – one day ;-)
did you have a lovely weekend?
to our English chums (as Jean Paul Gaultier used to say on eurotrash which we Adored) – have a Simply Splendid Bank Holiday, darlings.
lashings of sandwich-spread-on-Slimcea and Tizer and sand in your knickers on Brighton Beach for some of you?
we must keep up certain traditions.