Just in case your Easter isn't shaping up to be oleaginous enough, darlings, herewith a treasurable moment in vintage television.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Friday, March 25, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Monday, March 21, 2016
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
In brighter news than the below, today is Marjorie Merriweather Post's birthday;
here's the foyer of her modest little home, Hillwood, on my last visit. You know
it's kind of an iffy day when thinking about Marie Antoinette cheers you up...
This is a peculiar time in Our Nation's Capital, unsettled and tetchy. The weather, after a long stretch of late June last week, turned dank and lowsome, and the trains, as you might have read, have been misbehaving. And, as you may also have noted, the politics aren't helping.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Yup, she's dead. I've been wracking my brains trying to remember something I'd read about the woman that resonated, that really explained the truth about her particular kind of pinchbeck allure. I'm ashamed to admit that it took until this afternoon to remember that it was, predictably enough, from the writings of the marvelous Mr. Leo Lerman.
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Thursday, March 10, 2016
We're home. The dogs, relieved and more than a little vengeful, have been fetched from their pricey hostelry, I've been back to the office, and today I'm taking advantage of a post-flight sore throat to stay home and try to get rested and organized.*