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  1. You’re funny, god.

    September 17, 2015 by admin

    Ken is allergic to mosquito bites.  We know this because if he should get even one bite it swells up into a blister, drives him mad with itching and in turn he will drive me to madness with his endless complaining.  “I couldn’t work all day”.  “The itching kept me up all night”.  “I think one got in through the front door”.  We live on the 51st floor of an apartment complex, lest you forget.

    Okay so this is how I know there’s a God and he has a wicked sense of humor, or Karma as some like to call it.  We’re back in the city on a really humid night and walking the dogs.  I have a short summer dress on.  We do our usual walk, 20 minutes, come home and I notice about 25 mosquito bites on one leg!  The other leg only had about 10.  They were all over, up and down my leg, in between my toes and up my thigh which got me thinking bad thoughts that kept ME up all night.  The itching!!  The swelling!!  I was embarrassed to wear shorts for days.  Jenny came into town the next day and all I did was obsess over it.  “They itch like crazy?”.  “People will think I have the measles!”.   I’m pretty sure she still loves me though.  Pretty sure.





  2. Jho

    September 16, 2015 by admin

    I dropped Jenny off at the airport this morning after 6 perfect days in the Hamptons and it was so sad to see her go.  Niu Niu might be the most droopy about it.  When she’s around the world is right and a million times funnier.    Ken and I took her out sailing on the windiest day we’ve ever sailed, we came back wet and haggard but she still had a smile on her face.  We walked the entirety of the Elizabeth Morton Reserve coast, swam in the clearest ocean water, dodged some wild turkeys, body surfed, played smash ball, drank French 75’s, stalked Isaac Mizrahi at Estia’s and somehow whenever she’s around I am able to throw out my favorite term, “bloody stump” in a sentence at least once!

    Now it’s back to NYC and the return of Fall.  My bathing suits will soon be put away, shorts no more and my shelves will be filled with sweaters in varying shades of oatmeal.  But the memories of summer are still so fresh, like a recently picked heirloom tomato or a surfer with a bloody stump.






  3. Sweaty Betty

    August 26, 2015 by admin

    It’s hard to believe it’s already the end of August, even though it’s hot and humid as only August can be.  The streets of NYC are in full stink, young girls are donning tight and completely inappropriate clothing, strangers are passed out on stoops and yet, you can already smell the impending fear of winter coming.   It’s around the corner, you know it and you’re scared to turn.  Just like guy who’s forever around the corner handing out gym memberships and yelling “COMING AT YOU, COMING AT YOU!!”.  Um, yes you are and it makes me want to punch you in the face.

    It’s been a great summer though.  I’ve had wonderful friends come (Alison, Natalie, Marie and Carlo, Erica and Bill) and more to come.  Ken and I took sailing lessons and they now let us take the boat out by ourselves!  We each learned what to do but have naturally fallen into our roles of Ken doing the tacking and I do the steering, makes sense right?   I gassed up the scooter for the first time and it cost me $3.49!  There’s still more time for paddle boarding, body surfing, bike riding, hiking (if you don’t get lost, right Natalie?) and turkey burgers on the grill but one must not be foolish and waste one minute.






    We’ve had a frog (pictured here if you can see him) lounging around for the last two weeks.  I’m considering building him a pool cabana with mini fridge if he stays much longer.


  4. Silver (haired) Seas

    July 15, 2015 by admin

    It’s kind of sad when you take your summer vacation trip and then in a blink of an eye (and 55 martinis later) it’s all over, you know?  But I don’t want to be sad, I just want to remember what an amazing time I had floating on the Silver Sea Whisper from port to shiny port.  Pulling out of the Stockholm archipelago started our journey (all 300 of us) into the Baltic for a week of bliss.  It was just all so great, nee the moment when our very interesting tour guide was in the middle of telling us the history of Tallinn, Estonia on the bus and the couple from NYC just had to tell, or better yell, to the Australian’s “oh yes, we have a place in the Hamptons but we live on 86th and Central Park West, have for years, we love it and our son lives in Tribeca”.   It was then that I jumped out of my seat, waved my arms at them and told them to BE QUIET!” (I had several guests thank me later).  They just wouldn’t shut up and of course had loud, nasally voices that only a crow could screech over.   And who cares where your son lives!?!   I wanted to tell her that my dog Bernie recently moved to a brownstone on the Upper West Side except everyone knows that’s not true.  He’d prefer a modern flat in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen; he does love his off-Broadway theater and a good choice of gay bars, what can I say.

    Back to cruising of another kind.  Here was the itin.

    Stockholm, Sweden – Beautiful green country (when it’s not covered in snow), lots of Volvos, blonds and smoked fish.  Nice people who believe in using only the smallest amount of words necessary.

    Talinn, Estonia – unbelievable and fairly recent escape from Russian occupation (singing got them through it, no joke).  Interesting old town with friendly people who all speak English.  Want to go back and explore their forests more.

    St. Petersburg, 3 days – you need at least that to get through the major palaces, my god.  Elizabeth loved her glitz and gold, Catherine not so much.  The palace and gardens at Peterhof were unbelievable only to be topped by the Hermitage museum at the Winter Palace where we were treated to a special musical performance.  Brilliant.  In St. Petersburg (and maybe all of Russia) it’s really lacking in any fashion sense and it appears a sense of humor but what do I know.  The city is truly beautiful but they say they only get at most 60 days of sunshine a year so that might account for the droopy faces and poor fashion choices.  Moving on.

    Helsinki, Finland – a lengthy bike tour through the old town, woods and residential areas showed me this is an amazingly beautiful place with hearty people who appreciate every second they’re not frozen right through.

    Copenhagen, Denmark – this is where the cruise ends but the fun keeps going.  The most bike friendly city I’ve ever seen, Ken and I rode to every last corner.  We ate amazing food, visited the Mermaid sculpture, saw Jamie Cullum at Tivoli gardens (we also rode a roller coaster there), drove through “hippie town” where I considered buying a joint and/or hash being sold and living in one of the wooden shacks for the rest of my life.  What a great city.  What a great trip.

    In no particular order



























  5. Who am I

    June 11, 2015 by admin

    Who am I?  I am a 50 year old woman with the brain of a 25 year old trapped in my skull.   I can’t even call myself “middle-aged” because let’s face it, I’m not living to 100 (or anywhere near it).    It’s no secret that in the last few years I’ve spent more time in the skin care section of Sephora than pretty much anywhere else.  After years of living in Los Angeles (44 that is) and spending time outdoors hiking, mountain biking, body surfing, swimming, walking dogs and laying out in the sun, I need all the help I can get.  Of course it’s true that being happy on the inside makes you beautiful on the outside so I do have Ken to credit for all that but finding the best skincare never hurts.  I’ve spent the time and money trying almost everything so that you don’t have to, here’s the deal.  Buy everything from the Sunday Riley line.  Well, you probably don’t need everything but Good Genes serum, Luna Oil, Start Over eye cream and the Ceramic Slip cleanser is what I’m doing.

    Why just the other day I was attending a fabulous party for a friend turning 50.  When I mentioned that I also just turned 50 I was expecting someone in the small group to say, “my god, you don’t look a day over 35!!”.   Um, that didn’t happen, I’m sure it was an oversight.  Because I’m happy AND my skin was glowing….dammit.

    Sights along the Hudson





  6. It’s on

    June 3, 2015 by admin

    Summer is on and you know how I know that?  Because it’s warm?  No.  Because the farm stand is open?  No.  Because I went paddle boarding in Noyac Bay?  No.

    I know it’s summer because I was driving along a beautiful and serene country road in the Hamptons, enjoying the farmland scenery when a Range Rover carrying an arsehole came speeding up behind me and then passed me on a curve and almost hit the car in front of me.

    THAT’s how you know it’s summer, my chickadees and welcome to it!










  7. “Bon Jour ‘amptons”

    May 6, 2015 by admin

    I just spent 4 wonderful days in the Hamptons with my dear friend Marie and her husband Carlo.  It’s such a delight to have “the Euros” around.  They have excellent taste in wines, barely eat breakfast so when lunch comes around you start with two orders of pommes frites and between Marie speaking French to Carlo and Carlo answering back in Italian I was able to brush up on both languages for my next trip!   They also never met a nature walk they didn’t like and that’s my kinda of people.  These two lucky chiens are starting off on a two month adventure through Europe as only a European can and we Americans just can’t handle it.

    I wish them a buone vacanze, bonnes vacances and a very fond adieu!








    I posted this pic because

    a. It’s Ann Margaret

    b. I love her boots

    c. Her panties are showing

    d. For some crazy reason it reminds me of my lovely French flower, Marie


  8. Chop, chop and all that

    April 12, 2015 by admin

    I’ve noticed since Ken has been working so much in London now (we get the London Financial Times delivered to our door daily mind you) he’s become increasingly obsessed with how cheap the Euro is.   Last month when we were in France he picked up a real estate sales magazine to check out prices,  “Look what you can get in Vence or Mougins, it’s incredible these prices”, he went on excitedly.  I go along for the ride but then I remember I’d have to pay the bills, find a house manager, furnish the place and I just lose all enthusiasm.  Plus, while we were touring around so many French people kept complimenting Ken on his perfect french accent and it was really annoying me.  We both took two years of French in school (ecole) and I’ve always prided myself on my French accent so this was too much for me.  Anyway, Mandarin is the only language that comes to my mind when I want to say something in another language.   A few years ago I needed to yell at someone at the Autogrill in Southern Italy and out came Mandarin!

    Anyway, back to Ken and his Euro fetish.  So the other day he was like, “the way the Euro is right now if you’re looking for that Prada bag it’s a good time to scoot over to Italy and get it”.  Um, ok, I’ll just scoot over there right now!?  I guess he doesn’t realize scooting costs money.  Anyway my guess is he wants to go to Italy to buy a bunch of suits for himself and wants to make it look like I need to go.  whatever dude, you know very well I’m a SHOE girl.  I’ve had the same Bogs waterproof winter boots on for the last 4 months, so maybe it’s time to think about those Spring shoes, right mate?!



  9. Cannes do

    March 17, 2015 by admin

    Or maybe I should have titled it, “Trying to be nice in Nice”.
    After two days in London we headed to Cannes for a huge real estate conference. It started off a little rocky when our luggage didn’t make it up to the room.  After 40 minutes and two phone calls later I decided to take matters into my own hands.  I went to the bell desk and saw our two suitcases just sitting there so after a brief yell at the two 16 year old bell hops, I dragged them off myself. When the hotel manager sent up a bottle of nice French (this should do the trick) champagne, all was forgotten, I mean literally forgotten because I almost drank the entire bottle myself.

    The conference has taken over the entire city, every restaurant, hotel and bar. The Croisette is crawling with men in dark suits, mostly euro dudes with good shoes and cool haircuts. The smell of men’s parfum is everywhere unlike a real estate conference in Las Vegas or any conference in Las Vegas for that matter.  The days are to myself to wander, shop, run along the beach and eat baguette sandwiches but at night it’s “business” dinners where we eat lavish French food paired with beautiful wines and champagnes and lively conversation.

    The last two days were spent exploring the historic villages and mountainside above Cannes.  We stayed in Mougin at a lovely villa called Manoir de L’tang which also houses rescue horses and a 5 star restaurant so I knew it was up my alley.  On one of our journeys up in the mountains we found a hiking trail and while hiking we came across a shepherd with his herd of goats, sheep, 3 dogs, a donkey and some beautiful red deer.  One of the younger dogs came over to say hello while the other two did their job in keeping the herd moving and in line.  It was beautiful to see.  All of the towns we visited were incredibly beautiful, Valbonne, St. Paul de Vence, Vence, Gourdon and of course, Mougin.






    South of France

    French Lady Roller Bladers

    French Lady Roller Bladers


    Chagall Mosaic in Vence

    Chagall Mosaic in Vence






  10. This ain’t no polar vortex

    March 3, 2015 by admin

    Or maybe it is.  I don’t know what they’re calling this crazy winter of ours but I DO know that when I get the bill for plowing our driveway, the company names each storm.  Juno.  Olympia.  I didn’t know this was a thing, naming snow storms.  There is one going on right now as I type this and I’m wondering what her name is.  Becky?  Priscilla?  I believe it would be better to name them things like Slushy or Nippy, maybe Bitchy because some of these storms are pretty angry.  When we’re in the city it’s a just a hot (cold) mess, impossible to be cute and where one jut tries to make it to the next coffee shop to warm up before heading to the next.

    But out in the country it’s beautiful everyday, magical really.