good morning from the hamptons!


It is Lovely here.

Slept a long dreamless deep sleep lulled by the enveloping silence and salt kissed air.


Under stripey luscious beachy soft linens. 

And awoke to find ourselves in a wooded grove with the early morning sun starting to dance between the tall branches.


Time to find the coffee and wait for the house to wake up.


very happy to be here.

Thank you, dear ones for inviting us :)


Just realized why this all feels reminiscent of a movie (come in, you knew That was coming…..this is teamgloria, love).


Diane Keaton’s place. right?

This just in!

It could be Yours for august 2013: imagine……..

view from a train window



we are en route to the country to spend time with friends who have-a-house-in-the-hamptons-South(always a delicious prospect and eagerly anticipated)

We hesitated over details with the generous invitation…..

We can drive together from the City.


It’ll be no trouble.

Frowning (prettily):

the Train sounds good.



Oh. You’re going to do a whole teamgloria-trip aren’t you? That’s why you want to take the Train?


We love it when our friends Understand.

So we packed the elegantly battered brown leather weekend bag (as seen in those Rat Pack esque movies with Mr.Pitt and Mr.Clooney); camera, sunglasses, pashmina and noel coward blue-blue robe.


Gave a little pat to the Plant that Gym C brought over today as a gift (he’s in town from the Other Coast and we had a delicious coffee,  chat and a walk around the neighbo(u)rhood.)

And got a cab to Penn Station.

Initially we were a Tiny bit disappointed by the Other passengers.

But when we changed at Jamaica (long island), some other brown leather bags, a lot like ours, got on and we nestled into the slightly off season at the Pier green seats (on the top deck – quelle delicious – a Japanese style two deck Train!) and opened up our picnic snack, mineral water and improving magazines from Europe.

The owners of the other Mr.Pitt and Mr.Clooney weekend bags are similarly engaged in reading New York Magazine or mind expanding Indian spiritual literature (in translation) alternating with what looks like a Game on a backlit digital device, perhaps as a light relief to the Eastern Philosophy.

We Are looking forward to our arrival at the Other end where our hosts will meet our train; almost as if we are a Nancy Mitford type, recently returned to Norfolk with gossip from The Continent.

Quelle fabulous.

A night in the Country.

Photographs post breakfast.

And a puppy called Daisy.


good morning from new england.

we’re not in manhattan anymore, dorothy (although we will be back there after the strange and wondrous journey by commuter Train to Grand Central Station in a few short hours).

we are Refreshed….

and renewed…

and with a Spring in our step, darlings.

A question…..

Earlier this morning, we saw people rushing out of houses like this….newspaper still in its polybag, coffee cup-to-go (with branding from an IT or financial conference)….

….and, at the station, those cars that are built for dogs and children (not to drive themselves) and picnic baskets and wet ones/moist wipes in the glove compartment(and here in the country they probably Do Keep gloves therein) were purring by the gates as youngish men poured themselves out and through the barriers as a little girl screamed I Love You! and then the car was off, presumably to deposit the little one at school or ballet and the yummy mummy at pilates or to write her romance novel in the cafe by the river.

then the train pulled up.

we embarked and dozed and picked up email and sooner than expected were thrust back into the cacophony of grand central once more.

a MOST interesting glimpse at a parallel life.

Most curious.

train journeys; proper luggage and roses.

we are off for what know will be a delicious weekend in the country with j/w and j/w2!

it’s a mini vacation to prep us for the flight west (monday) to the Other Coast………

yes, we have roses as a gift.

and we brought our celestial blue brooks bros chap’s robe (lightweight summer version) and comfy socks for late night milky tea and gossip session in the kitchen later.

feeling terribly noel coward en route to see the Lunts!