Thursday, February 27, 2014
Down Here on a Visit
Oh, those pitiful mannish women - with their neat tailleurs, dress-for-success bow blouses, and ostentatious corsages!
And speaking of sapphism, we are terribly busy here at the Apartment Muscato (ex-Villa) in preparation for an imminent visit by my dear sister and her SigOther. I suppose she rather is the clever sister, being so much older (he announced without a trace of cattiness, I assure you), but I keep up (although I do try eschew chokers, what with being a stout party and all).
Sister can in fact be rather formidable, as can Mrs. Sister, but it's still not really on a par with what for me is the standard-setter of such occasions - the fateful days when poor dear Georgie Pillson is descended upon by his own rambunctious pair of visitors, his sisters Hermie and Ursie. I doubt, for example, that our guests will come with either dogs or tennis rackets (or was it golf clubs? I think it was golf clubs). They are distinctly more respectful of bibelots than that dangerous pair, and in general at least a shade more restful.
So if it's quiet hereabouts, you'll now why - we'll be off playing tour guide, being fed (Sister has excellent taste in restaurants), and poring over a great album of family photographs into possession of which she has recently come. In the meantime, if you're looking for some high-quality reading, you can get your own copy of Mrs. Culkin Banning's immortal work here. Enjoy.