Hello darlings and greeting from Miami - well Coral Gables to be precise. Yes we are finally ensonced in our new spanish mission styled abode - but as you know it has not been without drama. I have been in a permanent state of flux, truly and only now do I feel like I have come through the miasma.
I commissioned the new "it" designers Carlos and Juan from Floridecor. Darlings those latin queens were difficult to deal with. One is from Meheeco, the other from Puerto Reeco and they arrived in a whirlwind of floral shirts and its all hola this and hola that. I no comprende sweeties. Furthermore its all about a hoochie coochie look - so much colour - they seemed perplexed at my suggestion of beige with seafoam green accents. We got there in the end.
So now we call Miami home and our New York loft the weekender. I mean I could never not maintain a residence in NY.
My darling Richard and I have just celebrated our 1st wedding annivesary. The mother in law has slowly warmed to me despite my not "choosing" to become one of the "chosen" people. I might add these days so many hot jewish guys are marrying hot shiksa girls......like me.
Sonia darling - I must commend you on your on going fund raising efforts for this invideous Clowns Desease that seems to be on the increase - its quite shocking and Miami seems to be especially beset by sufferers - I see them all the time when roller blading down South Beach - sad sad site that it is. In fact I think my new maid Esmerelda whom I am convinced floated into Miami Harbour on an inflatable ring from Costa Rica could be in the early stages of it - too much makeup too much. I simply do not know what to do other than I will be sure to come to the next soiree in Canada to give give give.
But onto matters of a more festive nature. My house warming party. Darlings invitations will be going out shortly - but here is the heads up - its going to be a huge pool party at our mansion - the theme is hippy chic and I already have an ensemble - I picked up a vintage Thea Porter kaftan from my fave store in NYC and I will wear this with a cocktail ring of vulgar proportion.
Before finishing - I had a call from Mahtilda who was in an exciteable state, not artificially created either. She has secured a part in a new Sci Fi comedy called "Spacecapades" she play the role of an alien beauty pageant contestent "Miss Moon Floss" and she gets say two words "intergalactic Peace". Yes I know - I had to stop myself from snickering.
Laters lovelies.
xx
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
It has been tooooo long
Dearest Brydie,
It has been to long. No fault of my own of course, as I have been sooooooooooooooooooo busssssssssssssssy !!!!. I know you do not even need to ask with what. I am the most tireless and selfless charity worker that you know. Yes…All of the charities are still beating at my door with a glimmer of hope that I will lend THE name of Lady Sonia Still (Lassy to you and my other dearest friends) to their cause. All the big ones are after me, “Pirates Anonymous” and “Affirmative Action Against Lycra ”, just to name a few, but as you already know my, first passion is that little known yet incredibly debilitating disease, Clowns Disease. It walks amongst us everywhere. Sometimes even the sufferers do not know they have contracted the disease until one day they chosen a big bow to accessorize with. Then they start wearing a little to much face powder and draw on the outside of their lips with their favorite red lipstick. Before they realize it they are tottering off down Old Kent Road to have their hair permed and dyed red. It just escalates from there.
So I am not long back from Dubai where I was hostess for the latest fundraising event for Clowns Disease at the new Atlantis of Palm Jumeirah . Really darling, I am not sure what all the fuss is about. You know the “nouveau riche”. It is all about how big this is and what rainforest was ravaged for that. It is all glamorous up front; however the rooms leave something to be desired. Once shown into my deluxe suite, I immediately called for the boy to find me another, more suitable room. There was a hideous hacienda style bar in each of the deluxe rooms…something about a job lot from Darwin of all places. Naturally they re-located me to the Bridge suite for the same price as the deluxe.
The event went off without a hitch and I have Jaremy to thank for that. He handled the whole thing as only Jaremy can. You remember that Jaremy was desecrated when that Colin Cowie, “renowned event producer”, or so they say …got in just before him and snapped up Kylie for the opening, so he was left with Britney…which worked out fabulous in the end because she performed her new “Circus” album which was very fitting. Jaremy arranged for the guests to be transported from the red carpet through the main hall via wigglesesq big red cars, personally chauffeured by your favorite wiggle and the whole thing was held in the Aqua hall, completely surrounded by a tank of clown fish that was filled especially for the occasion.
But listen to me go on when I really should mention how wonderful my dear husband has been throughout the entire event. Sir Algernon, Syngen Still, (Sassy to you and me), has also lent his name to my latest project. I am not entirely sure about his motivation however. He seemed awfully eager to snap up one of the guests free goodie bags containing amongst other things the Calvin Klein thong, the Coco de Mer naughty spank paddle and blindfold, the Agent Provocateur Lip'n'nipple plumperplus pop-up shop and a 18-carat gold vibrator……Then there was the chance to rub shoulders with Britney and Bette…Midler that is, who Sassy adores. She sang a very stirring rendition of “Send in the clowns”. I don’t think I am letting any clowns out of the closet when I tell you Bette has been struggling with the disease herself for many a year. The eighties have a lot to answer for.
I wore the Dior, on loan to me from Rochelle. Of course I had to have it temporarily taken up…..and in. I am not sure how I survived all that beading. It was uncomfortably heavy and it restricted one from twirling on the dance floor. I am sure with……, let us say, her less genteel frame, she manages it quite well, but I won’t do that again. My eyes were bigger than those padded shoulders it seems and I just had to have it when I saw it
And you will never guess who made an appearance…Matildah. She popped in on her way through to her latest project. She is starring in the Off, Off West End production, “The girl from Ipanema”. Not quite ‘The boy from Oz’, but she was heard to say to some of the guests that she thinks of herself as the female version of Hugh Jackman. She can shake those maracas.
The only flaw was yours and Rochelle’s absence and I simply will not let you miss the next event. I believe it is to be held in Quebec….that’s in Canada. Something about the home of Cirque du Soleil.
I must say it will be so lovely to have you on the continent. Only a Chunnel away and then some for a coffee clutch over your new Brunopasso
I must away for I am off to tea with Annie Laurence.
Love and kisses to Frankfurter.
Toodle Pip
It has been to long. No fault of my own of course, as I have been sooooooooooooooooooo busssssssssssssssy !!!!. I know you do not even need to ask with what. I am the most tireless and selfless charity worker that you know. Yes…All of the charities are still beating at my door with a glimmer of hope that I will lend THE name of Lady Sonia Still (Lassy to you and my other dearest friends) to their cause. All the big ones are after me, “Pirates Anonymous” and “Affirmative Action Against Lycra ”, just to name a few, but as you already know my, first passion is that little known yet incredibly debilitating disease, Clowns Disease. It walks amongst us everywhere. Sometimes even the sufferers do not know they have contracted the disease until one day they chosen a big bow to accessorize with. Then they start wearing a little to much face powder and draw on the outside of their lips with their favorite red lipstick. Before they realize it they are tottering off down Old Kent Road to have their hair permed and dyed red. It just escalates from there.
So I am not long back from Dubai where I was hostess for the latest fundraising event for Clowns Disease at the new Atlantis of Palm Jumeirah . Really darling, I am not sure what all the fuss is about. You know the “nouveau riche”. It is all about how big this is and what rainforest was ravaged for that. It is all glamorous up front; however the rooms leave something to be desired. Once shown into my deluxe suite, I immediately called for the boy to find me another, more suitable room. There was a hideous hacienda style bar in each of the deluxe rooms…something about a job lot from Darwin of all places. Naturally they re-located me to the Bridge suite for the same price as the deluxe.
The event went off without a hitch and I have Jaremy to thank for that. He handled the whole thing as only Jaremy can. You remember that Jaremy was desecrated when that Colin Cowie, “renowned event producer”, or so they say …got in just before him and snapped up Kylie for the opening, so he was left with Britney…which worked out fabulous in the end because she performed her new “Circus” album which was very fitting. Jaremy arranged for the guests to be transported from the red carpet through the main hall via wigglesesq big red cars, personally chauffeured by your favorite wiggle and the whole thing was held in the Aqua hall, completely surrounded by a tank of clown fish that was filled especially for the occasion.
But listen to me go on when I really should mention how wonderful my dear husband has been throughout the entire event. Sir Algernon, Syngen Still, (Sassy to you and me), has also lent his name to my latest project. I am not entirely sure about his motivation however. He seemed awfully eager to snap up one of the guests free goodie bags containing amongst other things the Calvin Klein thong, the Coco de Mer naughty spank paddle and blindfold, the Agent Provocateur Lip'n'nipple plumperplus pop-up shop and a 18-carat gold vibrator……Then there was the chance to rub shoulders with Britney and Bette…Midler that is, who Sassy adores. She sang a very stirring rendition of “Send in the clowns”. I don’t think I am letting any clowns out of the closet when I tell you Bette has been struggling with the disease herself for many a year. The eighties have a lot to answer for.
I wore the Dior, on loan to me from Rochelle. Of course I had to have it temporarily taken up…..and in. I am not sure how I survived all that beading. It was uncomfortably heavy and it restricted one from twirling on the dance floor. I am sure with……, let us say, her less genteel frame, she manages it quite well, but I won’t do that again. My eyes were bigger than those padded shoulders it seems and I just had to have it when I saw it
And you will never guess who made an appearance…Matildah. She popped in on her way through to her latest project. She is starring in the Off, Off West End production, “The girl from Ipanema”. Not quite ‘The boy from Oz’, but she was heard to say to some of the guests that she thinks of herself as the female version of Hugh Jackman. She can shake those maracas.
The only flaw was yours and Rochelle’s absence and I simply will not let you miss the next event. I believe it is to be held in Quebec….that’s in Canada. Something about the home of Cirque du Soleil.
I must say it will be so lovely to have you on the continent. Only a Chunnel away and then some for a coffee clutch over your new Brunopasso
I must away for I am off to tea with Annie Laurence.
Love and kisses to Frankfurter.
Toodle Pip
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