In Which We Entertain

We decided to mark this Columbus Day weekend by Having People In for the first time in our new digs.  Actually, that's a complete lie.

...Your Portrait of the Queen...

A little blast from the past the feels all too much like a moment torn from our own personal headlines at the moment...

Quel trou à rats!

Ladies and gentlemen, for no good reason - Mlle. Rosa Moline!

So, Anyway...

Apologies, mes chers, that things have been a little quiet here of late.  We've been on the go.

And Now, a Word from our Sponsor

This is exactly how I imagine our United Van Lines consultant, although her name is Juanita, not Betty.  Maybe Juanita is the Betty of 2014?

Here We Go Again

I guess we're just gluttons for punishment.  Or maybe my sheer, unbridled jealously of Peenee and his real-estate adventures and Jon and his coming change of residence finally got of hand...

Having a Moment...

...Greta Gustaffson style.  I love this shot; I don't think I've ever seen her looking so peeved.

The Way We Live Now...

...in squalor.  You might as well slap a skirt on my head and call me Edie.

Here We Go Again...

Hey, kids!  Remember that fun time back - oh, it feels like forever ago, but it was really only a matter of weeks?

Doppelgänger

Welcome to my nightmare...

The Moving Diaries, Continued

So, the fun never stops at the Villa Apartment Muscato.  Just ask Midge.

Among My Souvenirs

Well, the good news is that, except for the books (no shelves yet) we've now opened all the boxes and unpacked almost all of them.

Unpack the Luggage La La La...

...Hi-ho the glamourous life!

It Begins...

OGodOGodOGodOGawd.... as the divine Miss Midler used to moan at the beginning of a particularly choice tirade.

Sunday Scenery and a Domestic Update

I thought it might be nice to have a quiet little moment looking at a new snap of dear Mr. Upen Patel, that longtime Café favorite and Bollywood semi-sensation. Isn't he pretty?

Shameless Saturday Camp Explosion: Color Me...

Camp taste nourishes itself on the love that has 
gone into certain objects and personal styles.

Susan Sontag, "Notes on Camp"

...exhausted.  Given the past week or so, this clip seemed appropriate.  Barbra, the Philadelphia Museum of Art, a regrettable cocktail frock, and an energetic but really pretty terrible pop tune - the camp is in the contrasts, in how it's all thrown together.  And, of course, in the eye makeup.

On the Road Again

Well, now that we're more or less sleeping the night and the dogs have, up to a point, forgiven us for their intercontinental nightmare, it's time to up stakes and get moving...

The God of Auspicious Beginnings

Lafayette, we are here!

Leaving, on a Jet Plane

So.  The bags are packed, and the house echoes emptily.  We're waiting for the car to come, the dog boxes at the front door.  We've just said goodbye, sadly, to Mrs. Galapatti-da Silva, and remarkably held off the waterworks on both sides, although it was, truth to tell, a near thing.

Move It, Move It

We survived.