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  1. 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.

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  2. 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

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  3. 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!

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  4. “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!

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    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

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  5. 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?!

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  6. 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.

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  7. 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.

     

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  8. Fiddy

    February 24, 2015 by admin

    If I had to quote my most used phrase it would definitely have to be, “when life gives you limes, make margaritas!”.

    I’ve actually never said that, ever, in my life.  But I like it, I really do because I really like margaritas and even more so when it’s my FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY!  Which doesn’t explain the 4 glasses of delicious cava I had in between all the margaritas but DOES explain why I felt so bad the next morning.  The 2 hours of dancing to SOS Band, Evelyn “champagne” King, Chaka Khan, Madonna, ABC couldn’t even burn it off.  It was a beautiful room (patio too) filled with all my favorite LA people, one dating back to the 2nd grade (footnote 1).  We laughed, ate, drank, danced, enjoyed 3 amazing cakes, drank more and enjoyed a sunny day in the 80’s for godssakes.  It was all and everything I could have ever dreamed of.  And Ken bought me some of the cutest pairs of shoes ever.  What else is there.

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    Footnote 1: Alison couldn’t make the party, for good reason, but she was so dearly missed.  We had a toast to her in her absence.  


  9. My New York Moment

    January 22, 2015 by admin

    I was told (by my yoga teacher) this latest full moon was a “new moon…in Aquarius”.  It means new beginnings and like the song said, “when the mooooon is in the 7th house, and jupiter aligns with mars, then peace will guide the planet and love will steer the stars, this is the dawning of the age of Aquarius”.  Anyway, I’m an Aquarian and I always think that song is about me (I know, I’m so vain, from another 70’s hit).

    It’s a new year, a new beginning, a new moon, a new pair of boots (slate gray suede, with a chunky heal) and a new decade as I enter my 50’s.  Yes I said it, FIFTY.  And I’m going to celebrate this new decade with grace, beauty, largesse and positivity (sprinkled here and there with a few days of peri-menpausal crankiness).  Oh, and intense exercise because let’s face it the body is going south and not in a good way like south to a beach in Mexico, I mean like south to Antartica.

    I still got it though, just yesterday I was walking over to Saks Fifth Avenue to look at things I can’t buy (and get looked down upon by snooty sales girls who also can’t buy anything) and who gave me a side-eye on the sidewalk for like 3.5 seconds?  Elliot Spitzer, I swear to god.   People I know it’s creepy but this soon-to-be-50yr-old will take a once-over where she can get it, in a NY minute.

    And in another New York minute…

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  10. Buon Anno

    January 8, 2015 by admin


    Happy New Year and a big welcome to 2015!

    With all that’s been going on in the US, in the world and to all the animals it can be hard to find the positive energy to celebrate New Year’s, you know?  I guess Ken and I didn’t have that problem because we flew off to Rome with the “young adults”, Mae, Perry and Adri.   We rang in the new year filled with Prosecco, bucatini, carciofo, perfect pizza, mozzarella, proscuitto, a martini at Harry’s (several), Ferrara’s in Trastevere, branzino, the best wine ever and the most art, history and architecture crammed into one small city ever.   Touring the halls of the Vatican museums, Sistine Chapel, Roman Forum, the Baths of Caracalla, the Pantheon…oh, the Pantheon, it does make one look back, reflect on those times and how they relate to today.  It’s a heady place in spite of all the tourists and men trying to sell you fake purses and roses.

    I really did appreciate the time spent in my favorite city in the world.  I needed time away from the noise of the news, the dolphins being slaughtered in Taiji, the elephants and Rhinos being poached towards extinction, Ferguson, ISIS, Ebola, domestic violence, AHHHHHHHHHH!   I need another slice of that sausage and arugula pizza STAT!  And you know what else??  It was sunny every day but very dry and cold and with that I had 5 straight days of good hair.  That’s what I call a great vacation.

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