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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Minding Your Manners at Thanksgiving
A Few Gentle Reminders
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1. Sit up straight at the dinner table. Try not to slouch or lean back in your chair. Remember, you've been invited to Thanksgiving dinner, not a poker game.
2. Make sure, once you're seated, that you introduce yourself to the person on your right and left if you don't know them.
3. Wait for the host to unfold his napkin before unfolding yours. And remember, napkins belong in your lap, and not tucked into your shirt like a bib (children excepted).
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1. Sit up straight at the dinner table. Try not to slouch or lean back in your chair. Remember, you've been invited to Thanksgiving dinner, not a poker game.
2. Make sure, once you're seated, that you introduce yourself to the person on your right and left if you don't know them.
3. Wait for the host to unfold his napkin before unfolding yours. And remember, napkins belong in your lap, and not tucked into your shirt like a bib (children excepted).
For the Love of Horses
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One neigh or two, please
Princess Anne has two loves: children and horses. Her " hippomania" has won her many distinctions. Anne once said, "When I appear in public, people expect me to neigh, grind my teeth, paw the ground and swish my tail." At dinner she once talked about horses to a man on her left the entire night, ignoring the gent on her right completely. During coffee she asked the hapless fellow, "May I have the sugar, please?" The young man put two lumps on his palm, offering them to the Royal hippomane.
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Splashdown: The late Princess Anne lands in the drink in 1982
Friday, November 6, 2009
Cakewalk: A book
Margaret Braun
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Cake detail: tiny citrus fruits & champagne grape clusters
Under the Royal Palms: Plastic Blue Flamingos
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
VINTAGE 1960'S HITCHCOCK/HALLOWEEN FILM: THE BIRDS
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The flock gathers prior to its legendary attack on the school children.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Fashion on the Catwalk: Spot On
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Craig Shoemaker
How to Eat Soup
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We skim our spoon delicately across its surface as if we were sending a ship out to sea, then bring it to our lips and silently sip.
Marjabelle Young Stewart
Monday, October 26, 2009
A NEW TAKE ON SOME OLD FAIRY TALES: "All three were beautiful of face but vile and black of heart."
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'You wish to go to the festival?' the Stepmother asked mockingly.
'Look at your nails!' chuckled Lucinda, one of Cinderella's stepsisters.
'Look at your dress!' giggled Florinda, the other.
'You wish to go to the festival and dance before the Prince?!' they all exclaimed, and fell down laughing out of control.
A Look Back at: Les Midinettes
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rich clients do in their originals."
Spinster Midinettes (25 and older), "clinging to custom", would frequently sew a lock of their hair into the hems of the wedding gowns in the hope of snaring a husband in the future.
Anecdote: Mistress Quickly once met a clothing designer who said she could have employed her as a fit-model in New York City. Bummer I didn't know that sooner.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
A Memorable Evening at the Theater
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I was very excited about the trip and the theater ticket and when I mentioned to my mother that I was going by myself I could tell ... well, that she really wanted to go. Instead of getting all cobbled up over what my friend might think, I simply called her and asked if I could bring my mom with me. She generously said yes, so the next day I called the theater box-office back to change my ticket. I spoke to a big hearted lady who got a kick when I told her my mother hadn't seen or been to New York in 40 years, and I asked her if I could I exchange my prime seat somewhere up front for two. By the end of our conversation, she assured me it was all taken care of and that I still had good seats.
Several weeks later in September my mom and I boarded a plane together and flew to New York. The night of the performance, as I watched her ease back in her red velvet theater seat, my mind pleasantly drifted back to the conversation with the woman at the box-office; And, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, two musicians looked up and waved to us from the orchestra pit. As we sat in the jam packed theater, taking it all in, I squeezed my mom's hand and peered in the dark again at the talented young man we'd been privileged to be seated next to. It was none other than the young Lead Keyboardist/Conductor himself, and at the end of the performance that included a bonus rendition of Happy Birthday to lead actress, Carolee Carmello, my mom leaned over my lap, shook his hand and told him what a fine performance he'd given.
The Poodle: A Noble Creature Incapable of Deceit
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In elementary school I went through a phase of intensely disliking three not insignificant things: my middle and last names and my dog's name, Pierre.
Poor Pierre. Our mother had such high hopes when she put a down payment on, what appeared by all accounts, a purebred french poodle from the pound. But, after running away from our house (for the umpteenth time) and peeing on our butane dining room candlesticks, Pierre was regretfully returned to the pound for good.
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In elementary school I went through a phase of intensely disliking three not insignificant things: my middle and last names and my dog's name, Pierre.
Poor Pierre. Our mother had such high hopes when she put a down payment on, what appeared by all accounts, a purebred french poodle from the pound. But, after running away from our house (for the umpteenth time) and peeing on our butane dining room candlesticks, Pierre was regretfully returned to the pound for good.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Romance at short notice was her speciality
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Masterpieces of Surprise, Anthology - excerpt
"Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?" pursued the self-possessed young lady.
"Only her name and address," admitted the caller. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation.
"Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child; "that would be since your sister's time."
"Her tragedy?" asked Framton; somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place."
"You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon," said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn.
"It is quite warm for the time of the year," said Framton; "but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy?"
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Expert Advice On: How To Be A Popular Hostess
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I don't believe anything can do as much for a room as a glowing fire in an attractive fireplace. Men and dogs love an open fire - they show good sense. It is the heart of any room and should be kindled on the slightest provocation.
Dorothy Draper
Flower Power
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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