For no good reason except that we both have more than our wont of leisure these days, My Dear Sister and I have taken to writing long letters to each other. Granted, they're e-mails, but still somehow it feels terribly Edwardian to be communicating in something other than statuses or Tweets...
I had a nice long stroll around Our Nation's Capital yesterday, and I grabbed the opportunity to drop into the National Portrait Gallery and pay my respects to some old familiar faces.
As part of my ongoing efforts to share with you lucky Gentle Readers the treasures of Egyptian pop culture, herewith we find the ensemble once billed as the Supremes of the Nile. I don't know that I'd go that far, but they certainly had their moment. And their hairdos.
While perhaps I could do without the twee tots and their proto-Lincoln Logs, I have to say that the product they're shilling certainly would have come in handy around our house last night.
If you're looking for a little diversion for a Sunday (or any other, for that matter) evening, may I recommend the above? Here, in its glorious entirety, is the video record of the Divine Miss M.'s Depression Tour, which is best known as the basis for her epic double album (remember those?), Live at Last, but which was apparently (and unknown to me) also turned into a cable special called The Better Midler Show. I just love finding essential pop ephemera that I should have known about during the Carter administration...
...but at least this year Joan Fontaine isn't one of them. Many happy returns on her 99th to the one and only Miss Olivia de Havilland. I hope that she's up for a little celebration; Paris, after all, is lovely this time of year. As, I'm sure, is she.