Monthly Archives: December 2012
If You Like to Drag Out Christmas…
…as I do, go have a pop at Harrington House. Terrific holiday vibe.
When I worked at Forbes Magazine one million year ago, my co-worker J would ask, “Ann Marie, wanna go have a pop?” She meant a stiff drink. (Is there any other kind?)
Another thing she’d say, every time a cop car whizzed by on 12th Street with its siren blaring, which was often:
“Ann Marie, your ride’s here.”
Holiday Pageantry on 5th Ave.
We love the operatic pageantry of the windows on NYC’s Fifth Avenue at holiday time. It’s over the top in a visually exquisite way. Like the Euronutters out there browsing with you, who are over the top in a sartorially remarkable way. Quite the show all around.
This year’s winner: the “The BG Follies” windows, based on the fantasy shows of the art deco period, at Berdorf Goodman.
It’s a Wonderful Life
I caught this movie one night in high school on Channel 11 (WPIX–“eleven alive”). At our lockers the next day, Pat Sue said, “I saw the best movie last night.” We felt party to a secret gem. There was even a gender-switched version with Marlo Thomas, and Cloris Leachman (Phyllis!) as the angel. Years later, the original was everywhere on TV, so it was easy to find even before VHS tapes were rentable.
I’ve seen it every year since, and bawl every time. Having lived in LA, I consider work in the Industry overblown as compared to, say, a career in teaching or medicine. But this baby did the world a great service because it makes everyone consider the inestimable value his or her own “small” life.
Sarah Will You Marry Me?
This may have been, for many, the best part of a Christmasy trip to NYC. It flashed up on the information board in Grand Central Terminal, the correct name for Grand Central Station.
Not a lot of people seemed to notice. I hope Sarah did. I hope she said Yes.
1st Decent December Snow in Woodstock, Vermont
I took a better photo, but I like this because the unexpected interloper’s movement is so Edward Gorey.
Holiday Overwhelm? Sup on This!
Solid gold. Apparently a take-off on the 12 Days of Christmas number by the Rockettes.
If you want to watch it smaller or larger, go here.
And a Free Migraine with Every Purchase
I used to love Yankee Candle until they ruined it by adding toys (the fighting! The crying!)
My SIL calls it Stinky Candle because it reeks. She leaves with a migraine every time. I’ve switched to beeswax candles — pricey but burn forever and there’s an apocalyptic shortage of bees, so okay.
Still, Yankee Candle has its charms. Like special tiny worlds, left.