studio lots, lavender and 1920s murals.


there are a Lot of photographs in this Post….

wait – hold on.


sixteen, actually.

and we are really Not Sure how to tie them all together neatly, in one post.


do you have some tea?

we’re just going to make some.

of course.

see you in a moment……



here we go.

*might* well be a tiny bit rambling……a lot happened today (in a good way – we are Very much in an Action Mode you see) – shan’t be talking Specifics (always best to wait until things reveal themselves in due course – must not rush – anything – all in good time as they used to say – when was that?)


so we were in the Valley (still Los Angeles, not Wales) this morning – bright n early – and this street always makes us wonder if the writer of Moonlighting lived here in the 1980sOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAone never must be too busy to stop and admire dew on a flower.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAor how blue, blue, blue the sky is. 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwhile the clouds float gently atop of the trees like cotton wool in a Movie Starlet’s glass jar in the tiny bathroom (with pale lemon tile exactly like That at Chateau Marmont) in the apartment on North Sweetzer that she shares with the typist from Paramount.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwe did a double-take too. 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAah. even in the Valley they like to quote Miss Woolf. 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwanna be actors were Everywhere today – or are people in Los Angeles just pre-naturally good looking?

is that a chicken and egg sort of a conundrum thingy?

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAonce forgotten ads for citrus get re-painted and make one smile when pulling into outdoor parking lots.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAmoments between meetings are always splendidly filled by popping into an emporium of stuff-donated-by-other-people

what’s that?



we can’t sew.

the one term (semester, for American friends) that they told us to do needle-work everyone made a nice pie-frill blouse (Lady Di days) and we ran up (badly) a pair of peachy-rose baby doll PJs with shorts (elasticated, small pearl button as we recall) and wore them to sleepovers at people’s houses much to the Amusement of Friends’ parents (who bought their pre-teen daughters nicer camomile lawn strewn Laura Ashley full length nightgowns – it was Clear that we didn’t grow up on that side of the purchasing tracks).

thereafter we did Latin.

which means we can read newspapers in Italy.

yes, we think that’s glorious too.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAthe lavender is in bloom (incongruously in the driveways to rental car lots). 


talking of Lots.

here is The Lot.

(now they’ve become all dotcom-lower-case to      t h e   l o t)

why were we There (at the lot)?

good question. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAto which we cannot divulge the answer. 


because we were told Not to.



we took the pictures and *squealed* at the United Artists stonework too. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAdo you know the History of the lot or The Lot as it once was?


Around 1918, Jesse D. Hampton built a simple film studio at the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and Formosa Avenue. Little did he know that his small studio would be passed to some of the greatest influences in film, including Charlie Chaplin, Mary Pickford, Douglas Fairbanks, and Sam Goldwyn.

In 1947, looked what they filmed here! (if you can’t see this Transmission in your Territory, ask mr. google’s cousin there to give you “Bishop’s Wife, trailer” – you’re most welcome).

now we SAW The Bishop’s Wife with Miss Vickie Lester and the Mister (was it Christmas Eve? we think it might have been or just before that) and – in another Hollywood twist-ette – the staff at the Egyptian told us to Look Up as the original ceiling that Miss Mary Pickford and Mr. Charles Chaplin would have seen is still there. and they would most probably have been sitting near each other – or to one side of Mr. D. Fairbanks – as they all ran – yes – you guessed it – United Artists together – which was – keep up children – at the Studio Lot that is now called “the lot”.


do you know another place where Miss Pickford probably enjoyed a libation or two?

it’s right opposite what was her Studio and is called Formosa Cafe*

*rather more of a Bar because when we asked for coffee they paused for effect and went off to brew some, it’s not like many people ask for it, even at 4PM in the afternoon, darlings.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAdo you know what Formosa means?

it’s a Portuguese word that means “beautiful island” and was what the Portuguese called Taiwan. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand the Formosa Cafe has a gloriously inspiring Mural.

we can’t recall if Taiwan had a mural.

we have been.

but not recently.

as you see there were Lots of things that all twisted (prettily) Together in this Post and one could (loosely) assume it was about Hollywood (with the lot and all) or Not.

perhaps it was just about a day where lots was achieved.

on the lot.



roses, books, @2paperflowers and a train not taken.


firstly a mention for your aural/visual and imagination’s delight – may we present two very talented singer-songwriter-ballad-delivery-muses


and then a gift (exchange) from Miss Vickie Lester given at Tea yesterday.


signed copy – SIGNED COPY! of #TwiceOverLightly that we wrote so Extensively about (and from) during our last few months before Leaving Manhattan (not to be confused with that film by Mr. Nicolas Cage about *sad_look* Vegas – a very different sort of taking one’s leave from a city Indeed)

and then – today – we *almost* caught a Train.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAbecause we saw one – on the way. 

then got Rather distracted by a rose garden (sort of) nearby (if one took a detour through the Park en route to meet someone – if one wasn’t actually in the Wrong Bloody Place – and had to rush back to pick up the car – again – NOT taking a Train So Tempted as we were – and then drive another few miles south to the Correct Location). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

but the roses were lovely.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand Trains are Awfully Tempting.

especially because they remind one of Mr. Brian Patten’s Poems from the (early) 1960s. 

And later he caught a bus and she a train
And all there was between them then
was rain.

or perhaps they remind You of stanzas by Mr. Betjeman and his contemporaries?

“The train at Pershore station was waiting that Sunday night
Gas light on the platform, in my carriage electric light,
Gas light on frosty evergreens, electric on Empire wood……..

ah yes.

trains and poems and roses and songwriters……

perfect for a Tuesday.

or any day, really.



a sunday spring clean with monsieur proust.


some spring cleaning was in Order.

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(and some Tweaking on the “parent navigation bar” shade-wise, a removal of some no-longer-needed-objects therein as well).


re-folding and applying lavender scented drops on the drawer liners in the linen closet (or “airing cupboard” for our British friends).

a moment of pause to take in a little Proust:

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
― Marcel Proust


taking photographs of the new decorated mini match-boxes (not by us, they’re available at many small shops and special grocery stores in the vicinity of sunset boulevard or just off bundy in brentwood if you’re in Town) before placing them (carefully) around the house nearby (but not too near) the Scented candles.

a drive to the Beach to see some friends very early this morning. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAthinking once again of Monsieur Proust:

“Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.”
― Marcel ProustSwann’s Way


flowers and a Reverie make You think of Proust, aussi?

“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
― Marcel Proust


“We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.”
― Marcel Proust

and now, to end, perhaps a little Brahms – for Clarinet?

we have remembered why we came here (very nearly three years ago).

it was to celebrate glorious people, places and things.


and to That – well – we shall return.

starting with today.

the last word, quite naturally and Properly, belongs to Proust:

“Every reader finds himself. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.”
― Marcel ProustTime Regained



see you as Monday approaches, or fades, depending on the plans of who-we-are-in-RL………

returning to the hubbub (at some point)


we’ve told who-we-are-in-RL that it’s time she got back out there. she knows how to stay sane in a crazy world (couldn’t resist just name-checking it once again) but does she remember how to go a little bit crazy and have fun when needed? we’re not so sure….it’s all a bit p e a c e f u l around here in a way that some might call, well, Monastic (but Luxe)


A RETURN is needed – to the hubbub, the general whirly-girly-gig of life.

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we can handle things from the chaise with a cashmere throw and a satin eye mask.

she’s been a little Anxious, you see.

it takes a while for Editors to return calls because they are very Busy and the glamorous people who would like a Digital Check Up are often in Transition which means they like to be checked up at the weekend or after their day job and all the other things that she does (and there are a LOT, it surprised us when we helped her type up her “resume” as the Americans call it) are all rather Virtual.

and there you have it.

it’s all Terribly Very Virtual.

nearly (actually mostly all) of the Work done this year has been via what one calls Remotely.


this is merely a fancy way of saying that she sits at the one end of the french farmhouse table and the princess phone waits to be picked up and dialed1941096_765521490125966_728369704_nand on the other end there are people that need (and have asked for quite specifically) help with something digital (because she’s Rather good at all that) or (many) emails come in with commissions and so she dutifully gets in the perfectly Prius and drives to Interview people (or gets on a plane to New York to watch a preview and secretly doesn’t tell anyone until it gets published that she met the Star and the OSCAR winning director) and sometimes those Interviews don’t come off (like our one with cannottellyouwho which we Studied really hard for but there you go – it never happened) or perhaps the Word Count is a lot smaller than one would like because the sales people did not get as many pages as they needed to give space to editorial (it happens, and to all the best people too).

but the only team around here is, well, teamgloria.

and we did perfectly well handling (and writing a book and several screenplays) while she held down a very fancy day job.

so we took her aside today and went for a very long (3 hours, better believe it) walk and talked at length by the Ocean and pointed out that the book is now launched and people around the world are really enjoying it. And that lovely consulting gig that we have not been able to talk about for nigh on a year will be coming to an end in June. 1043c2a0a92911e3a6d8122fe8cbfe34_8we cleared the decks today.

with a soft HB pencil, we helped correct her “resume” as the Americans call it (CV for you Brits)

by the time we’d finished going through (with a toothcomb – again, a virtual one, of course), there was such a lot of interesting things that happened this past year that we have not been in the habit of Talking about here.

what’s that?



for instance.

this is the Summary that we made (using a very fashionable Font as you can see):

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“what about the bullet points?” she said. “I appeared on stage at Nasdaq – I need bullet points, non?”


we thought she was showing off a little until we looked at the picture and got amused at the British Government official taking 40 winks on the left.

“oh, good idea” (not that we’re That keen on bullet points but we hear they’re widely admired) “what about these?”

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we missed that one.


Susan Seidelman?? as in Desperately Seeking The Madonna?

nobody told us about That….*winkstocamera4*

“why don’t we look now at what you did in that fancy job in manhattan?”

“ok,” she said, biting her lip, thinking back and trying to arrange some useful bullet points.

“tell them about when you went to KOREA” we suggested.


then we went into the kitchen(ette) at that point and made (yet) another pot of coffee because she was really flagging and we don’t mean hailing a cab. Screen Shot 2014-03-18 at 9.13.22 PM

“how do you feel now?” we asked, with great affection but half-wondering how much longer this was going to take because a thumbdrive of british Telly had arrived in the afternoon post and we were Desperate to find out the new adventures of Mr. Selfridge…..

she did a great sigh.

and said:

“better – and ready – sort of.”

“to get back Out There?” we asked, with secret glee that the Selfridge moment was almost upon us.

“y-es” she said, sweetly and went off to wash the dishes/do the washing up because it was her turn (as clearly marked on the roster by the fridge.)

then – with her hands deep in the (american equivalent of the Fairy Liquid known as “Joy”) suds – she said, “but what happens if nobody wants me on their team?”

as the Selfridge moment was So Near (and yet, if we got into This conversation, so bloody far away) we crisply turned on the laptop (because she refuses to buy an actual television) and waved airily towards the Hollywood Hills.

“dear gods – you’ve got work booked until June! you’ve got writing assignments and consulting and a TRIP TO EUROPE (including Lunch with Several lovely Editors In Chief including the fine lady that edits this magazine in the picture below – big fan, as they say in the nicest bits of Hollywood – and we should probably remember that they Don’t say that in Croydon, not that we’re going to Croydon but you get our drift…)6c831524a97011e39d0f12e18945e0a4_8the trip to EUROPE is going to be amazing because it also includes a workshop on a Spanish Island and another one – um – is that right? or is Ibiza its own Nation State? or just a State of Mind?)

AND we get to stay with WILLIAM (and see the original TG person for a cup of tea and perch on her desk to be helpful and hopefully witty).

(there is also a Family Reunion – a large one – which will be Very Interesting as who-we-are-in-RL has not seen some of those attending for *coughs* 16 years……and some of them she’s never actually met – because they weren’t Born then)

back to the current programme, Viewers:

then we got into our stride and (sort of snapped, actually)

“and if you really had as much self-confidence as that Actress who played the Nanny and the Nun that you sound awfully like, you wouldn’t be asking such things!”

then we saw her face.

it was awful.

a bit, well, crumpled (she’s so very sensitive) dc17efd2ac8a11e383ab0a35a316edf3_8



“we know you’re just heart-broken because you sent out All those letters to agents-who-represent-writers-who-write-movies and – none of them replied”

(and that was after she bought some quite lovely ribbon to hand over one package to someone Very Important and then chickened out which is very rare for her so we knew something had gone awry)

and with that we turned back to the laptop and nodded gently when asked if we’d like a cup of tea.

we’ve changed lives before (many – MANY times actually – and this is the notebook where we started to write down ideas for this one back in 2003)

it’s all going to be fine.093ad24eab1011e3a77a125fa4dd0e8a_8

until some bastard points out that she wrote that entire article for Red that got re-printed by our cousins Down Under about “walking away” and they shot her lovely picture on the beach at Malibu and all those lovely people wrote in to the magazines and said how Inspired they were.

and when whomever that person is (don’t let it be you or we’ll be Cross), we will just point out that she Did walk away and start something new and write a book and become a foreign correspondent and do lots of things that require Bullet points on resumes and, well, when it came down to it, working virtually is (whisper it) kinda lonely.

25f095f4a6dd11e3a2d612cc71f31207_8do you know what we say when (some very misguided) people say, “you’re rather direct and honest on that blog aren’t you?”

firstly – this is not a blog.

it’s a Movement.

and secondly – when you’ve had your throat slit open – honesty suddenly becomes rather paramount in importance because you don’t want to see what might be next in the illness department because it took SUCH a Long Time to Get Well.


and anyway, we gave away all our winter coats to move West so we don’t want to go back.

which is why (now she’s all better and quite a lot slimmer but we’re not supposed to mention That either – along with the ghost writing and the mysterious consultancy and we still can’t quite work out When she had time to advise anyone like as glorious as Susan Seidelman, it Seems) we can say whatever we like.

for now.

it all Rather depends on which team she joins next.

talking of teams.

there was one application that we already sent the new resume to and it was an Educational Establishment (career change radical in nature this one would be) and so when it came to the Gender Question (for Diversity purposes) there were THREE OPTIONS (we got ever so excited).





we got so very excited thinking we’d Made it as a Gender selection.

and then we thought again and thought – oh that’s so deeply cool.



you know we Were tempted.

just to let her application really stand out.

(and if the Educational Establishment is reading this now – “hello!” – she’d actually really like the job because she saw Allison Janney play one on television and it looked really impressive).

now that made you think, didn’t it?



we didn’t ask Mr. Obama if we could join his team.

although we are a great fan, of course.

not quite as a great a fan as we are of the blonde woman in the trouser suits.


even if we still feel like we’re 4 years old and found some Amusing glasses and started to read Aloud.

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today called for William Blake. and most evidently mr. roger mcgough too.


a strange day, after the EARTHQUAKE and all that.

people drove tentatively or crazily.

some mentioned it or not at all.

nervous laughter abounded.

it wasn’t the Big One.

which means that’s still around the corner – in a decade – or more.

or less.

in the meantime, poems (scroll down for those).


and some photographs we took because our (only) response to fear is to look more closely (within).


that was Rather Deep.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA well. darlings.

an earthquake will do that to you. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

even if it wasn’t a massive one.

before we digress (yup, a Distraction Ahoy!) here’s a Moment of William Blake’s Auguries of Innocence:

Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light……………

and the last few stanzas go to Mr. Roger McGough.

The Time I Like Best

The time I like best is 6am
when the snow is 6 inches deep
which I’m yet to discover
’cause I’m under the covers
fast, fast asleep.

Roger McGough


Goodbat Nightman

God bless all policemen
and fighters of crime,
May thieves go to jail
for a very long time.

They’ve had a hard day
helping clean up the town,
Now they hang from the mantelpiece
both upside down.

A glass of warm blood
and then straight up the stairs,
Batman and Robin
are saying their prayers.

* * *

They’ve locked all the doors
and they’ve put out the bat,
Put on their batjamas
(They like doing that)

They’ve filled their batwater-bottles
made their batbeds,
With two springy battresses
for sleepy batheads.

They’re closing red eyes
and they’re counting black sheep,
Batman and Robin
are falling asleep.

Roger McGough

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAspotted this on a notice board very near the post office boxes (yes, an earthquake does Not stop us sending out hand-written cards and dividing them neatly between different postal receptacles) in Topanga Canyon.

Canyons are always soothing after strangeness.

just so you know.

eiderdown heaven with edna ferber (in book form) and a burst of evening birdsong


we felt a little under-the-weatherness creeping or rather Descending upon us.

many have been ill (around here and, we hear, in Other parts of the world) so we Knew it might arrive at teamgloria towers – actually, it hasn’t quite Yet – but that’s because, after our Very Early appointment across town this morning, we have spent the Rest Of The Day In Bed. eiderdownheaven



we did write the book about returning to the boudoir to rest…….after. all.

so we took our own advice (not Always a good concept but today, an excellent one).


luckily we had Edna Ferber for company.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAonly in book form, although it might have been fun to let her have the other set of pillows as we both read into the afternoon, drowsing gently to BBC (*doffs_cap*) Radio 4 (rather good serial of Miss Austen’s earlier works around tea-time).

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMs. Ferber had Such a good Attitude to life:OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand there it IS that lovely phrase: “eiderdown heaven”OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAhow we long for a house with weekend guests and soaps that match the towels.

we used to have one (not a house but an apartment) – with four bedrooms if you can believe that – and a Terrace and dinner parties and – well – that’s for Another Time (or a novel, probably safest, darlings).  



now that the sun has gone down (and a vast FULL MOON arisen in the night sky), we feel a lot better.

especially because a (Bright, no doubt) Young Thing said she picked up the book and felt better (after some tears which are to be expected if one is also on medical leave, as young Harriet was).

harrietmost amusing to find out that who-we-are-in-RL knows her boss (the Editor in Chief and terribly smart Lady of a slightly Saucy magazine for young women) who hasn’t (until now) read the book herself.


but is going to do so now.

and has said so publicly. Screen Shot 2014-03-15 at 8.24.57 PMthat’s great.

wonder how many books have been bought by lovely people and Taken Home to be enjoyed in the quiet surroundings of their own boudoir?

sightingduomomilanoa copy was spotted at the Duomo in Milan courtesy of the Very Chic Elisabetta Ferrari (yes, the one that writes for Vogue Italia)

sightingfreebirdbureauthe book took a nap after arriving in Hamburg and met a kitten at Freebird Bureau


while catching a few california rays, closer to home (thanks to Kate for this one!)sightingKoreanAir

it needed all those cat naps because it had also taken a Very Long (14 hours?) flight from Washington to KOREA (the Southern part) with our good friend Seoul Flaneur sightinglanie

and here it is with Lanie Denslow’s own book (which is a highly recommended read if you are in International Business and we know that many of you Are these days).

yesterday was also a lovely day – and a very long one – and coincidentally – involved an actual In Person Breakfast with the aforementioned kind Ms. Denslow herself. 

we set off (by car, but wouldn’t it be lovely one day by Carriage?)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the sky was an incredibly uplifting sight.

we had breakfast at a Quirky HotelOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwe then decided to take a walk (always frowned upon by uniformed Officials in Los Angeles but we throw caution to the wind as you know)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAbecause it’s virtually impossible to take photographs of roses by the kerbside from a speeding (not that fast but sometimes tis true) car.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAor interesting Scaffolding and posters and nice vehicles unless one is walking and Looking (the looking bit is extremely vital) OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAso there you have it.

well, there was another bit that we can’t really talk about but it was a Chance encounter with someone of very advanced age who also, like us, grew up in another Land, and happened to be downtown yesterday and after we had waited (in the shade) for a little vegetarian rice bowl (jolly good) at the Thai food trucks by the Department of Water and Power (a nicer setting than one might expect) we sat and ate our lunch with him and Listened because sometimes that’s the nicest thing to do on a sunny afternoon in downtown los angeles.

do you know the other nicest thing to do on an early evening-time-in-southern-california during mid-March?

listen to birdsong.

and, due to the magic of digital devices and uploading and inter-titles and a bit of shaky camerawork – you Can Too.

oh you’re Most welcome!

recipe for a sunny day when one would prefer to languish in naughty navel gazing instead


we take our Role here very seriously (with a great deal of light-heartedness-and-whimsical-Joy) of showing Bright Things.

because (truth now) we Often don’t feel like it in the RL aspect.

but when we come here, to write, and share photographs, and wait for the laundry to finish its cycle in the dryer, and take a thirty minute walk to the postal receptacles and hope the email communications come in thick and fast later with commissions and people requiring our services, stopping to pat a dog (black lab mixed with something a tiny bit more ferocious that gave it such spirit – name? Kennedy – love that) or two (small terrier called Romeo) and nod to the others taking a morning constitutional behind dark glasses (all of us), hair unbrushed (or hastily pinned up and smoothed back – all 3.5 genders here, some with caps, again non-gender specific on the usage of a hat), and then the Editors respond with notes (so we can chew a pencil and Think on a Different Way of Saying That – always fun and rather Intellectual as a pursuit)……….

(gosh, that Was a long paragraph without a Culmination point….)


where were we?

ah yes.

when we come Here…..none of that (awful hideous panic inducing worry) matters…..because we pick some lovely Pictures from the day before and some completely Charming Wedding music (love the music, not that keen on the Institution, but the Ceremony is very pretty if both people at the front of the church or local village hall are somewhat Attractive themselves – if not, good to look around the church to find someone who Is, to then flirt withsuch occasions lend themselves to naughty Hugh Grant type diversions)…..then All That Worry evaporates like bubbles in a very deep hot yummy bath.

shall we do that again today (it might be a good idea, you see)?

Firstly, we shall need some music:

and then a Quote or two from a much beloved (fellow Pisces) author:

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.
– Vita Sackville West

and now for the piece de resistance – a Visual Feast (one hopes, said *modestly*)


I look back as through a telescope, and see, in the little bright circle of the glass, moving flocks and ruined cities.

CUE SOUND: ping of alarm on digital device


the dryer has finished its cycle.

we must continue about our day and bid you adieu – in, like, a totally Modern way of course.

with a few more delicious SIGHTINGS!


1st Sighting in SEATTLE!

this one is very special – it’s nestled on the Shelves of our Cousin Amanda at the Royal Central School of Speech & Dramasightingbrooklynlisa

this copy is enjoying a nap at our Literary Agent’s house (such a lovely phrase). VickieLesterStudioBungalow

this copy is helping with the tea ceremony mid-writing-session over at Miss Vickie Lester’s Bungalow on the Studio Lot

and of course we have our own copy with its special lilac ribbon here at our house….

ourhouseoh we DO feel so much better now.

thank you for listening.

you see Action is very much the key, really.

now we must empty the dryer and get back to writing more cards and generally being Rather Productive over here.

Keep Calm and Carry On (beautifully).

it’s how we stay sane in a crazy world (did you not see that coming? *chuckling*)

hello spring! words by e e cummings, music by mozart and flowers lovingly captured by teamgloria


it’s spring!

firstly some music!

and now some poetry – intermingled with flowers that we took yesterday on a walk with who-we-are-in-RL for her birthday.


Spring is like a perhaps hand 
(which comes carefully 
out of Nowhere)arranging 
a window,into which people look(while 
people stare
arranging and changing placing 
carefully there a strange 
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

e.e. cummings


O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched

,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded

beauty       .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

to the incomparable
couch of death thy

thou answerest

them only with


e. e. cummings

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAbirthdays are getting easier and easier.

they used to be (almost) unbearably painful days for reasons we cannot divulge but which had (occasionally) nothing to do with us. the passing of time can be (if one lets it) be pregnant with regret or awful deeds OR – and here’s where we return to the sunny channel once again – they can be a deep but quite lovely Sigh about Everything that’s happened and what-is-about-to-happen-next and gosh-did-that-really-happen and did we get back to LosAngelesAgain (yes!), is who-we-are-in-RL now An Author (hurrah!)

in the meantime, there’s always mr. Mozart to wave us into a springtime of deliciousness…..

isn’t Monday always filled to the brim with potential?

we. think. so.

do you?

happy birthday to who-we-are-in-RL!


you’ll never guess who just became “une femme d’un certain age”..




maybe you would because, well, you’re Here.



how did That happen?


thank goodness for Ponds Cold Cream and that nice soft pink tin of moisture morning cream from Boots The Chemist.

and a delicious wicked card from Mr. William Godwin featuring the cast of The Good Life from the BBC 1970s-era programme.

williambirthdaycardand some gorgeous blooms that we met yesterday while driving around in an urban farm flower grower’s van talking about Eastbourne (true story – we both went to school in the same town in England and here we are – the grower and who-we-are-in-RL – both in Los Angeles – isn’t the world completely magical?)

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAnow there are many Deeply interesting people born on March 9th.

we wrote about some of them Last Year

while in 2012 who-we-are-in-RL was in PARIS, on very important Business.

what about March 2011?

you know we’re not Entirely sure what we were doing then.

it was (just) before we started to write here, as teamgloria.

which is when it all began…….

to be correct, for who-we-are-in-RL, it all began in 1969.

and That was a fine year for many others who also now live here (very near) to the Hollywood Studios to pack their celestial accoutrements, chose a set of parents (or more than one set, that happens too), a place to Start (and not, for us, to stay), and set out on the journey to becoming who-They-are this time around (doesn’t everyone think like this? it’s Delicious).


we’ll say it again: GLORIAous.

so she’s getting ready as we’re taking her for Brunch and then there’ll be a small supper with friends later and perhaps a walk and generally a lot of lying around feeling glorious and Of A Certain Age.

because tomorrow in our role as a Foreign Correspondent we shall be Reporting at the Los Angeles Fashion Week so who-we-are-in-RL needs her beauty sleep for that.

and the dark glasses and probably the pearls too.