where do you go to escape, darlings?

hello darlings

are you having the most delicious FRIDAY?!

do. tell.

we had the loveliest cup of (non-caffeinated) tea today with a new friend and we got into the discussion about Escaping.


as you know – we adore to escape.

into being a virtual character with her own book deal

into movies…. 

and music that sears into the soul and is Particularly evocative on a full moon, listened to in the dark with the shutters open (just a suggestion)….

we escape by slipping into bubble baths, sipping tea, listening to Radio 4 podcasts, going to live events–hangingOutOnTheInterweb–and BBC program(mes), pouring over glossy Novels of Life-in-Beverly-Hills (when everyone wore Giorgio and burned exotic candles like slightly caramelized gardenia-on-sunburned-skin) and most particularly flying off at a moment’s notice into Foreign Travel Adventures 

what do you do?

do. tell.

we love to hear from you.


we almost forgot (getting a Tiny bit serious and cerebral for a quick second).

another way to escape the trials and tribulations of every-day-reality (strange and curious word), for us, is to meditate.

like we did this morning.


isn’t that delicious?

OM. darlings. OM.

4 thoughts on “where do you go to escape, darlings?

  1. I am delighted to see 1904’s reference to Judith Krantz – and I have no “scruples” about saying as much. (*grin*)

    I haven’t thought of her in ages, but I’ve always liked the fact that she was a Wellesley Woman, took off to Paris following her college years, and didn’t publish her first novel until age 50 best I recall.

    What’s not to love about that?

    My own escape – no surprise – Paris.

    Not only for the sense of freedom and realization that anything just may be possible, but the exquisite, gritty, palpable taste of humanity with a bit less mask than we find in this country. That aside, the language is delicious, and some of the most wondrous modern art I’ve ever seen is on display in that remarkable place. Not only at Beaubourg but at one gallery in particular, where the owner is kind enough to leave me to explore the sanctuary of his reserves in quiet. There, I can sit on the floor and go through portfolios – an extraordinary experience – face to face with magnificent mid-century French art.

    In lieu of that, I’m grateful for strong coffee, good art books, and a movie channel with the occasional independent French film.

    Pas trop mal, tout ça… I think Judith Krantz might approve.

  2. Nothing like a little Judith Krantz. Or Armistead Maupin, if you want a taste of that northern California town. Scruples isn’t Tales of the City, but they both offer glimpses of worlds where fairy tale lives unfolded in rather delicious ways.
    Om darling.

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