sleepless in manhattan: european movies, a new moleskine and Veronique Vienne’s “The Art of Being a Woman” (never too late to learn, darlings)


the Best thing about sleeplessness (see – we Always attempt to look on the bright side, as You Know) is the joy of watching and reading and writing and listening to such glorious cultural artifacts as these:

here are the movies we watched:

our review: naughtiness north of hollywood boulevard, music industry ravages, late night wonderings/wanderings and awakenings at the chateau marmont (such a Delicious Courtyard – we spent one of our mid-thirties birthdays having tea on the Terrace and Visit Often)

our review: spaghetti and grace. finding family. love in the kitchen. the importance of a really great set of iron-bottom pans. the more deeply felt importance of knowing exactly what’s in a sauce, while blindfold. kissing. lots of kissing. and even more seductive discussion of the culinary arts.

team gloria take: paris, strikes, lost in a car, lost in a city, lost in the environs, no longer lost, the nearest to a silent movie made in the past fifty years, lingering longing. Paris. what more can we say?

we also decorated and decoupaged the cover of a (fresh) moleskine – #123 in case you’re curious.

and made a large pot of tea and brought it back into the boudoir (So Nice not to call it the “sick room” or convalescent room although, we guess, we are still, you know, convalescing – in between doing the Day Job and being creative) and read Veronique Vienne’s delicious book on the “The Art of Being a Woman”.

here is a our favorite/favourite/choicest page and Quote:

#veroniquevienne p.126/

step into a draped silk jersey dress as sensual as a shiver.

oh, darlings.

isn’t that divine?

it reminded us of Private Lives. the BBC production, contained in this box set which the delicious ABM gave us a few weeks ago. starring Penelope Keith (who is Up There with Judi Dench in our humble opinion as one of those indomitable english women of Note)

don’t you agree that Private Lives is his best?

some the most divine lines (and satin bias cut gowns to boot):

don’t quibble, Sybil.

Jagged with sophistication.

foreign travel is the thing.

talking of Foreign Travel (although much here is foreign to us, and not to our American friends), we just had a Very Important work meeting where the possibility of heading to the Other Coast – but further up – was raised.

oh we do hope so.

it’s been Ages since we embraced la vie jet set.

of course we Are off to the Other Coast for the festival of thanksgiving and then again to see the sunrise over the pale lilac mountains in Ojai for new year’s.

but, you know, just a tiny bit of travel would be Ever so Nice. we’ve been in Manhattan for MONTHS. due to you know what.

some days are better than others: today was Not that day

it has (sadly just) occurred to us, darlings, that this is the bit that sucks.

we were So Nervous about surgery (and cancer) and getting through it without nasty narcotic chemicals that we quite Forgot that the Worst bit might be Afterwards.

so much for back-to-original premise of blog (glorious people etc)

today we sobbed at regular intervals (thank god for general chic European appearance with trench coat and Huge dark Glasses) on park benches, on the sofa, in a lunchtime gathering place that we rarely get to but we had to call in Sick as our allergic reaction to Synthroid/Life/bloody mozzers lead to Most Unattractive Swelling of left hand up into arm (and beyond but luckily rest of body not on display due to inclement temperature).

bitchin’ ends here

the saving graces of today are as follows: labyrinth, Moonlighting, Veronique Vienne (book below) and tea.

Lots of Tea.







Don’t you just Adore the way VV talks about driving up to the Plaza in a 1953 Ford truck, swathed in satin and pearls? Divine.

The other saving grace of today was enjoying our new scented drawer liners from Crabtree & Evelyn. Summer Hill, in case you’re curious. Peach blossom, magnolia and vanilla.


Tomorrow is another day. Let’s hope the walking we did today is keeping us one step ahead of the worst mood-crashing effects of post-surgery recovery.

Feelings? Bah.