as you know we’ve been Awfully Busy (in a very good, productive, Being Useful and earning-money sort of a way) – travel(l)ing to Portland, Carlsbad, Brooklyn and Manhattan, returning to Los Angeles in between to indulge in some jetlag (a State with which we used to be Rather Familiar).
despite taking Good care to keep up with the vitamin regime and healthy repasts we find we May have the beginnings-of-a-cold (not a common cold, we don’t do those).
and so we Took to our Boudoir with the teamgloria recipe for Relaxation:
warm skim milk in a cup from Mr. Conran with cardamon and cinnamon spices to warm the spirit.
the wafting of incense to purify the air. and a chic candle from a French couture house.
while lying back against the vast soft pillows and enjoying some contraband British television which arrived courtesy of someone splendidly well-connected Abroad (thank you!)
the Trials of the Titled are ever so diverting when one *might* be coming down with a cold.
it’s 5AM in downtown manhattan and suddenly the bedside lamp, the one that had trying to valiantly provide light but failed as soon as the blackout hit on monday at 20:00 hours in the evening just sprung proudly into service again.
we have never been so happy to see its shining face.
darlings – our friends from what apparently was dubbed SoPo (South of Power) – do you have light too?
street lamps and everything?
a Huge Exhale.
the life this past week has been strange – heading uptown 60 blocks to find showers at the gym (memories of boarding school watching Tough Prefect-style behavio(u)r in the Orderly Queue monitoring towel usage rations), heading into the Dark Zone with a hand flashlight, seeing cops directing traffic in the pitch black with red flares as the sun went down, watching movies while the power cells diminished into red, by candlelight, with canned soup and evaporated milk with coffee (no fresh milk to be had downtown since the fridges broke – we popped our head inside the fridge just now to say hello – and there it was – an almost empty tin of coffee and some crackers from a Nordic country – smiling back, quite friendless, we shall re-stock with fresh items when the Shops Re-open) and a flashlight to read by in bed in the Extreme cold under Mountains of quilts.
it got darkest before the dawn indeed.
and an hour or so ago we heard shouts outside – the first street-light-had-come-on – we felt how cold it was in the apartment by pulling our head unwillingly off the pillow – and went back to sleep again.
and then – just now – the lamp burst into proud Light.
let there be light, darlings.
sitting by the sunny view, on a Sunday, waiting for the telephone to ring. Our caller from England is perhaps otherwise detained in a lovely Sunday lunch on some golf course or the Ritz, perchance.
So, time to tell you all about yesterday.
Therapy, brunch with someone V glam, home to rest with magazines and lots of milky warm beverages, swimming pool lengths and vigorous exercise (phew!) and then to see The Vow (soppy, sentimental and rather endearing – best seen in an audience of early twenty something girls sighing at the appropriate junctures – adorable ;) Then to the westside diner where nMp and teamgloria enjoyed a long conversation about Life and more delicious people watching.
nMp makes excellent cards for Every Occasion and teamgloria was the Delighted recipient of Valentine’s 2012 :)
Still doing the photo of the day challenge on instagram.
Today is #insideyourcloset (no sniggering from the Other Coast, love).
It is Very Neat.
Still sitting here.
Off to get ready for a day in manhattan.
As they said in all those delicious 1930s movies with black lacquer floors and white satin gowns.
It is very cold in NYC tonight.
We took this en route from the back of a cab as the traffic stalled outside the Plaza. Can you see the fountains? Divine.
Reminded us of Paris.
As did the toile on the walls of the ladies’ powder room at the Yale Club (Very intellectual Lunch, darlings)
So when we got home (post acupuncture to relieve the Synthroid effect after surgery), we watched Paris, the movie.
Have you seen it?
Juliette Binoche is high strung and richly sensuously female. Romain is agonizingly triste as the man who finds his life is sadly coupe/curtailed. And there’s an Enormous amount of unrequited love and talk About Love and lots of straggly yet unkempt and lusciously appealing long hair being tossed as scarves are unwound upon entree au cafe. Delicious.
We shall be in Paris in March.
Juliette Binoche celebrates her birthday on march 9th. The same day as someone Very close to teamgloria (ah, non, we cannot say who).
nothing serious (apart from still-recovering-from-surgery) just a NYC cold :(
can’t remember the last time we crawled home post-therapy (we Wish we could tell you what we’re uncovering There……but it would be a Very different sort of blog…..Blimey)
so we are staying Chez Nous.
and keeping warm.
of course there are pictures ;)
some Slow Scrapbooking while listening to radio 4
being a Tiny bit arty with the marbles we bought yesterday at the Chelsea artists fair.
who are they for?
insider tip: we have a bag in the closet/cupboard with things-to-give-people.
we read that tip in Martha’s magazine once.
doesn’t Martha inspire You?
answers on a postcard, darlings.
Or (below) ;)