Taking To One’s Bed

May 23, 2011 § Leave a comment

Having recently covered Harrogatha, I could see why you’d fear that this may be a repetitive post. I prefer to think of it as more of a prescription for times when you have had a pretty harrogatha day, or are extremely done with the zillion things that are going on in your life. In situations like these — especially when you may be a little short on sleep anyway — Taking To One’s Bed is really the best possible course of action. I took to my bed at around 4pm today. I did have some Thai takeout in between then and now, but as soon as I finish writing this, I am TTOB until morning.

Some tips and suggestions for making the most out of TTOB:

1. Make sure you make your bed every day so that when you take to it, it is all nice and tidy. Nothing is worse than getting into an unmade bed. (OK, many things are worse than that, but you know what I mean.)

2. Sferra sheets. Nothing super fancy, just super good.

3. Proper entertainment in case you can’t fall asleep right away. This should be in arms reach and should be utterly frivolous and indulgent.

4. HIDE THE BLACKBERRY. I didn’t do that today and I regret it.

5. Wash the day off your face (and moisturize).

6. Put on something un-scruffy, but comfortable.  Super soft cotton or lightweight cashmere helps.

7. Beverage of your choice, within arm’s reach.

8. Drop the guilt. TTOB is good for you in small doses.

Now you are ready to TTOB. Rest up and enjoy because you probably have a lot to do tomorrow.


(Photo of a window at Le Petit Trianon: Some Cozy Night, who is pretty certain that Marie Antoinette knew how to TTOB.)

Ladurée is coming to NYC, but…

May 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

I can’t imagine that it will feel the same as eating their sweets in Paris. Really, it is the most beautiful city.

Where even the window coverings have an extra little something. This window  — which happens to be at the hotel where “My Soap” was discover and abounded — seems almost pregnant with the possibilities on the other side.

Every place has its colors and these seem uniquely Parisian to me. It’s the slate and parchment with that teeny pop of raspberry. Or should I say “framboise”?

Then there is the constant prettiness of even the most quotidian apartment buildings. (Yeah…”quotidian” is probably a 15-cent word. But it fits here.)

I do love the little gardens that seem to pop up in between buildings. As you pass them by, you begin to see that they aren’t such casual affairs at all. Paris takes its beauty very seriously. Further evidenced by these off-the-cuff photos…

By the Invalides. I don’t yet know how to crop photos so that the “keep of the grass” sign could be eliminated. Someday.

And let’s not forget the long stretches of perfectly planted loveliness, without that “this is all too perfect” feeling.

Oh, yes! The bridges. This isn’t even an especially good shot from one of them, but I always get happy when I am crossing a bridge in Paris. Droit or Gauche…each side has its own brand of “I have died and gone to heaven”.

And while the Parisians themselves have a bit of a reputation, it must be said that most were beyond pleasant to me, and…

…they remembered my birthday!



(Photos: Some Cozy Night in her favorite city. Sorry, NY, it just is.)


May 11, 2011 § Leave a comment

Who cares if it is a made-up word? I have loved “Harrogatha” since I first read it in the September ’07 issue of Vogue. Plum Sykes was interviewing hairstylist Ashley Javier, and he used it to describe what I can only imagine from context was a pretty horrid apartment. (A horrid New York apartment, which to me means something out of “Looking for Mr. Goodbar” or “Taxi Driver”.) Some time later I read that the term is used when “something is so horrible, so horrendous, so bad that it’s practically infectious”.*

Yes, I believe I’ve had a string of days that can be accurately described as harrogatha. OK, maybe not that harrogatha, but harrogatha enough. And they’d left me feeling red, limbless and frowning.

Thankfully, a few very special people made it their business to see that the cycle was broken and I guess this is a little valentine to them.  (You know who you are.)

Life is complicated and sometimes hard. Things can get harrogatha. And it’s easy to forget that being sure to show the ones you love how much you care is one of the best things Humans on Earth can do. (Sorry if I am being sappy, but there it is.) The people who took time this week to show me how much they cared are darn perfect examples of that important fact. I hope I can always do the same in kind — without it becoming uncomfortably weird, of course.

Thanks, guys.


* Full discussion, which I find to be rather snarky, but whatever, can be found here: http://www.glossedover.com/glossed_over/2007/11/sykes-mystery-f.html)

(Photo: Some Cozy Night)

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