More MGM Costumes Designed by Bill Campbell

Top Hat

 
I found these old photos from my dancing days at the MGM Grand Hotel, in Reno, Nevada.  The costumes really were spectacular.  The wardrobe ladies took impeccable care of them.  What happy times those were.

Dancing in the Dark

This was my first big show.  I was nineteen years old.  It was called "Hello Hollywood, Hello!"  Donn Arden was the director and choreographer.  It was quite a spectacular.  We danced on the largest stage in the world.  Carol Channing was the star.  We had other headliners come into the show.  Suzanne Somers, Charo, and the Mc Guire Sisters all brought their acts.  It was so exciting to work with them.  I was thrilled.

Bill Campbell designed these costumes.  I just love the detail.  I am still friends with the dancers that I met at this theater.  We get together for reunions.  They are part of my show business family.

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If He Walked Into My Life - Leslie Uggams

Do You Know How Much You Spent Last Year?

I have been tallying up what I spent in all of my categories for 2019.  It's been very interesting.  I felt like I had been very frugal at home, and then splurged on travel, taking a big cruise to Europe, and driving to Las Vegas a few times to visit  friends.  Still, I wasn't quite sure exactly what I had spent.  I decided to examine my statements and start computing the totals.

I worked out a bare bones budget for what it could have cost me to live at the  cottage last year, without any luxuries.  (By this I mean things like fancy trips and restaurant meals.)  It looks like it would have cost me just under $20,000.  I'm pretty excited about that amount.  I own my home, so I don't have to pay rent or a mortgage.    I am very careful with my gas and electricity usage.  The cottage is small, so it's easy to heat and cool.  I turn off the lights when I'm not in the room, and layer clothing and blankets to save on heat.  All of those things really make a difference.

peeking into an impressive  courtyard on a bicycle tour of Mallorca

Suze Orman mentioned on her podcast today that she wishes women would downsize when they are younger.  If you live in a smaller home, drive one car that isn't leased or overpriced, and have inexpensive hobbies, life can be much less stressful and expensive.  My car is twenty years old, and I combine my errands and try not to drive more than a few days a week.  I have lots of soft hand knits that I have made over the years, and I wear them constantly.  They are warm, and made of excellent quality wool, and they will last for decades.  I take care of my shoes, and wear slippers and hand knit socks at home.

I ride my bike every day, and enjoy hiking in the warmer weather.  My hobbies are cheap.  Knitting from my fabulous stash, writing, blogging, reading library books, and cooking and baking keep me busy.  I also buy groceries in bulk and grow different kinds of fruit.  It all makes a difference.

Cannes, France on a rainy day from the tour bus window

I make my own soap, and give that and various baked goods as gifts.  The ingredients for the cookies, quick breads, and cakes that I give my neighbors are from my stockpile.  I use cards from my mom's extensive stash, and I buy Christmas cards on sale.  One box usually lasts me a couple of years.

Later I will add up the expenses that were luxuries.  Travel was a biggie, but I paid cash for my trips, and did that carefully, in advance.  I get a friends and family discount on NCL through my friend, and research the deals for several days.  I still don't have television, and I don't miss it.  Reading blogs is enjoyable, and I enjoy keeping in touch with everyone.  Do you know what you spent last year?  Did you stay within your budget?  I hope you did. 

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Post Holiday Blues

the Beach Cafe was hopping

 
Yesterday I found out that Jerry Herman died on December 26th.  It made me very, very sad.  Grief stricken, actually.  I absolutely adore his music.  He was such an inspiration to me.  Each time we lose another one of the geniuses from that era I feel a deep sense of loss.  He was 88, the same age my dad was when he died a few months ago.  I just loved the style of musical comedy that he did.  His music made you feel so happy.  I will post some of his theater videos here for you to see.  He was in a class of his own.

clear skies and blue water

I decided to take a drive to Santa Monica, get out in the sunshine, and ride a Breeze bike along the beach.  I figured there wouldn't be anyone out on the ocean path at this time of year.  Boy, was I wrong!  Anyone and everyone was there.  It was packed, but we all cooperated very well.   I felt like cruising through Europe  last month  with over 4,000 people  gave me some good training in dealing with crowds.  At this section it was much lighter.  Venice Beach was intense.

It did me a world of good to get outside and enjoy the ocean breeze.  Lula was happy to experience the change of scenery, and she took a nap in the car.  She seems to enjoy laying out in the sunshine in the backyard, too.  I don't think I would do well in a part of the country that has long, dark winters.  I find it kind of depressing.

strolling down Second Street in Santa Monica

How are you feeling?   Do you experience a post holiday let down?  My mom always did.  She went to so much work  every Christmas.  I just can't believe it now.  She especially dreaded putting away all of her decorations.  She made that house look like Saks Fifth Avenue.  It took her days!  The effect was really exquisite, though.

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Check the Weather

the weather can change very quickly in the mountains

When I took the Wrightwood hiking safety course a few months ago, the teacher recommended that we check the weather report before leaving.  This is such good advice!  I have saved myself  a few unsafe situations by looking up the  forecast online before piling everything in my car and heading up to the mountains.

We had a storm over Christmas that brought us a lot of much needed rain and snow.  Unfortunately, many people were stranded in their cars, on the side of the freeway, unprepared.  Californians aren't used to having this kind of weather on a regular basis.  We are usually spoiled with sunshine year round.

If you research and plan, you can make your trip when the roads are clear.  (at least where I live.)  It's wise to have chains, warm clothing, a flashlight, umbrella, and plenty of food and water, too.  I keep my snow boots with me, as well. 


It was a huge shock for me over Thanksgiving when I realized that the first big snow had left wet, white powder that reached all the way up to my hip bones!  It came down very quickly, overnight.  Fortunately, I had plenty of food in my stockpile, firewood, and a sturdy shovel.  I have a very long driveway, so it took several  hours to clear a path from the doorway to my car.  It was all uphill.  Now I know what to expect.

How is the weather where you are!  Do you have plenty of supplies if you get snowed in or have an emergency?

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The Andy Williams Christmas Show (1966)

Take off with us - All that Jazz (1979)

An Old Hollywood Style Christmas Party

Last night I attended a fabulous party in Los Angeles.  Things are a bit busy right now, but I will at least post the photos...

Here I am with the hostess.  Jennifer hired me when I first moved to LA to work with she and Ben Vereen.  She danced with New York City Ballet, and was featured in the movie All That Jazz. 

Buddy brought his trumpet, and we sang Christmas carols.  He is so talented!  He was in ABT, and danced in A Chorus Line on Broadway.

These two ladies were in Lerner and Loew's Hollywood classic  film My Fair Lady together.  It starred Rex Harrison and Audrey Hepburn, and was directed by George Cukor.  It won eight Academy Awards and three Golden Globe Awards.  The costumes were designed by Cecil Beaton.  Fred Astaire's choreographer, Hermes Pan did the choreography.  There was so much talent buzzing through the house.

Good night, Jennifer.  I love the detail of the old windows and the front door.  These homes have such charm and character.

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Reading and Relaxing

Both of my parents and my Aunt Mary spent a lot of time reading.  I am grateful for that example.  We would read together.  It's something that I enjoy even more as I get older.  Right now I am at the library, and it's thrilling to see all of the different choices we have when it comes to books.

I just finished  a book about mountain lions.  It discussed the ones that have been tracked here in America.  It was fascinating to compare the stories and to study up on how to handle an encounter.  It reminded me of the dog situation with Lula, when she was attacked. 

Speaking of which, I got a notice from Animal Control.  They had the hearing, and determined that the dogs that mauled her are potentially dangerous dogs.  The owner will have to keep them indoors, or in a very secure kennel.  Signs that say "Dangerous Dogs" will have to be posted on the property, and they are required to wear muzzles when on a leash.  Anyone walking them must be 18 years or older.

It's a relief to have some action taken so that this doesn't happen again.  I still carry pepper spray and a rod iron bar, just in case.  It's important to be prepared.

I am enjoying another book about hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, as well as one on aging.  Reading is free, and provides great entertainment.   This afternoon I plan to make a soup with ham hocks, turnips, carrots, celery, onion, garlic, and potatoes.  After that I'll do some housework.  What are you cooking and reading these days?

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Oodles of Yarn I Was Given

Santa came early to the pink cottage-I even get to keep  the bins!

 
Yesterday a friend of mine's face popped into my mind as I was knitting.  I remembered her telling a new knitter,  "I knit for two hours a day."  She was trying to explain to the women who had just started knitting that it takes time, patience, and practice.  They were wanting to jump ahead to complicated patterns before they had the skill and understanding.  I nodded in agreement.  I am a huge believer in drilling the basics.

This lady is the one who gave me the hand spun grey skeins that  I used for my first Carbeth sweater last year, in addition to a lot of other quality yarn.  I've made socks with it, and a short sleeved vintage sweater.  She always buys such nice quality stuff.

swatch for the Carbeth Cardigan: it came out exactly on gauge

Imagine my surprise when I received an email from her that very morning offering me more of her luxurious stash.  I got to pick out all of this wool!  She still has more to donate to the Senior Center.  I was careful to choose only what I knew I would use.  I am just thrilled.  It feels like an early Christmas present: enough yarn to knit through my retirement.  It's fabulous, and I've got big plans.

I am determined to finish the pink blanket.  It's been very cold, and I wake up during the night.  (even though I sleep in a Lanz flannel nightgown,  flannel sheets, on a featherbed mattress, underneath a down comforter, and topped with an alpaca throw that I knit.)  I think the second alpaca blanket will do the trick.  I am very thin, and I seem to get colder as I get older. I only weigh 112lbs. now, which is very light someone who is 5'8".  I eat like a horse, though.  Lula presses against me to keep warm.  She's so funny.     

I have been wearing the Carbeth pullovers that I made every day, up at the cabin.  They are perfect for the snow.  I bought the Carbeth cardigan pattern, and plan to use the Cascade Ecological Wool for it.  There's plenty.  I find I always reach for the neutrals when I open my sweater drawer.  How is your crafting going?

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Eating Low Carb

outdoor cafe in Monaco

 
This morning I watched a doctor on Youtube giving a talk on dietary changes that work well for arthritis.  I agreed with most of what he said, (aside from eating only meat.)   I learned by trial and error that if I just have a couple servings of carbs per day, I am way ahead of the game. 

It's nice not to have to cut out bread or pasta completely.  When I eat too many baked goods, (especially delicious desserts,) is when I will wake up in the middle of the night with an aching big toe joint or painful shoulder.  I also have noticed that it happens in the car, on long drives. 

What works for me is to consume  meat and poultry, bone broths, salads, veggies, and fruit.  This is a nice variety of foods, so  you don't feel deprived.  Potatoes can be very satisfying, and they are inexpensive.   If you cook with olive oil, and use it on your salad paired with balsamic vinegar and herbs, you avoid the oils that can cause harm.  

While staying up at the mountain cabin recently, I began to slip.  I started adding things like a bowl of granola for breakfast, a bag of homemade popcorn topped with parmesan cheese as a snack on a hike, and a generous slice of store bought chocolate cream pie for dessert.  Something about being  in the cold makes it tempting for me to buy boxed baked goods  at the grocery store.  For some reason grains can really exacerbate pain in those with arthritis and gout. 

I noticed that I was uncomfortable on the drive back from Las Vegas.  I know if was due to my dietary additions.  I had also sneaked in a few homemade lattes over the past week.  Milk  can really make arthritis flare.  I learned that by trial and error.  Coffee with cream and sugar I can manage, in moderation.  

Now I am back to my routine, and happy to be pain free.  After having both hips replaced, I am relieved that I understand my body chemistry well enough now to avoid more self induced joint pain.  I am grateful for my ceramic hips, but I don't want to have more surgery in the future, if I can help it.  This way of eating seems to be working well.  Christmas treats are tempting, but there is always tomorrow.  I will have to limit the peppermint bark.  How is your body doing?  

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"I Don't Like Your Hair"

Years ago, I decided to switch from my trio of red, brown, and black henna to just red.  I was curious to see how it would look.  It was bright, almost orange.   I met my parents that week in Carmel, and the first thing my mother said when she saw me was,  "I don't like your hair."  She sounded very annoyed. 

I, however, did like it.  People who didn't know me seemed to think that  I was a natural redhead.  I have always had fair skin, freckles, and green eyes.  It went perfectly with my coloring.  I must carry the gene.  As I said good bye to my mom that week, she repeated to me, "And I DON'T like you hair,"  with extreme agitation.  She seemed furious that I dared to dye my long, thick, brown  hair red.  She had very fine, dark brown hair.  I thought it was pretty, but she hated it.  All my life she would always moan  that she didn't know where I had gotten "all that hair"... I think that thick hair and thick nails are genetic.

Several months ago I decided to switch back to  the all red version of henna again.  It was kind of a shock to see in the mirror at first, but I got tons of compliments.  People I saw while shopping seemed to light up at seeing a redhead.  They didn't realize that it was henna.  I realized again that I love being part of this special club, such a small segment of the population.  I feel like I can wear very little make-up, yet the wisps around my face it still give it some color.  As I've gotten older, (I am now 55,) I was  feeling  like I had faded.  This bumps everything up again.

dinner and a show with Clay, our cruise director on the Epic

When I went to visit my dad before he died, he commented sarcastically,  "Oh, so you're a redhead now?"  I told him the story of how my mom had reacted to my hair years ago on our trip together to Carmel.  I didn't react to his negative tone.  His own hair was now grey, and the top of his head was bald.  He used to make fun of the women at his bridge club that dyed their hair.  I explained to him that women go to a lot of trouble to look their best.  If he didn't like their hairstyle, I recommended that he keep it to himself, instead of asking them if it was natural, like he had been doing.  (Most of these women were in their eighties and nineties.)

As I applied the henna to my hair this morning, I realized that I adore the result.  It makes me feel happy and excited.  I have always loved redheads;  I think they are mysterious and beautiful.  I study the photos of Irish women, with all of their varied shades of hair color.  Some are more golden, others have an orange tinge.  A few are darker, with highlights.  Red hair excites me.  It's unusual, bright, and somehow seems spiritual to me.  I love that I can get away with people thinking that mine is natural.  It's a secret that makes me giggle.  I have to let the color sit on my now grey roots for four hours, but it's worth it.

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You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch - Full orginal

A Holiday Lunch in Las Vegas

Yesterday I drove to Las Vegas for lunch.  I met with some of the dancers that I worked with in "Hello Hollywood, Hello!" at the MGM Grand Hotel, in Reno.   It was so much fun to see them.  We have so many happy memories  together. 

Lula came with me.  We left Wrightwood at 9:00 a.m. and arrived early for a 1:00 p.m. lunch.  The food at Brio was exceptional.  I had been planning my order all morning.  I had a side salad and lasagna.  I ate half of the lasagna, and brought the rest to reheat at home for dinner.  The food was excellent.  I love Italian cuisine;  the homemade bread was especially tasty.

We all laughed and told show business stories.  It was such a joy to see everyone.  I was especially happy to reconnect with our company manager, Jillian.  She hired me when I was nineteen.  I will always be grateful for that opportunity and for the wonderful people that I met in Reno.  They are my tribe. 

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A Good Night's Sleep

Lately I have been feeling very tired early in the evening.  For some reason, in winter I start nodding off at around 7:30 p.m.  I decided to just go with it and head to bed early.  I have been getting up at 4:30 or 5:00 each morning.

It is exciting to be up before most of the rest of the neighborhood.  I make coffee, prepare breakfast, write in my journal, and read books.  I take Lula out while it's still dark, and reward her with a treat.  The sun eventually rises, and we watch the color of the sky change color.  It is a very peaceful, magical time.  I love the vibration of nature at this hour.

How are you sleeping?  Do you go to bed earlier at this time of year?

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I Saw a Mountain Lion

On Thursday at about 3:00 in the afternoon, I was driving slowly up the mountain road to the cabin.  I was only going about 25 miles and hour.  I had made a conscious choice  to be very careful, in case I saw a deer.  A friend of mine in Canada had almost hit one a couple of weeks ago.  To my surprise, a large animal leaped across the road in front of me. 

At first I thought it was a coyote.  It was long, and  lean. Its color was solid grey.  I looked at it's head, and realized that the ears were rounded.  After seeing how long the tail was, I knew that it was a mountain lion.  It made a u-turn and stopped and looked at me.  Our eyes met.  I couldn't believe how close it was.

I wanted to take a photo, but kept driving.  Lula was with me, and I didn't want to risk an attack.  It was a beautiful animal.  He or she was terribly thin.  It felt like a very magical and spiritual experience.

 Now I will meditate on the mountain lion.  They are also known as cougars and pumas.  I have always wanted to see one, but not while hiking.  I think he was out hunting.  We were very fortunate to be safe in the red VW Beetle.  Have you ever seen one?

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Snow From the Cabin Window in Wrightwood, California

Here are some more photos of the snow that we had last week in Wrightwood.  This is what I saw from my window as I sat there knitting.  I didn't realize how much I would enjoy gazing at the snowflakes falling.  There is something so meditative and peaceful about it.  I had a couple of candles lit, and relaxed on the soft couch, knitting my alpaca blanket.  Coffee tastes even better when it's cold and blustery outside.

These branches were heavily laden with white snow.  The ground has such a different look than in the city.  When I lived in New York, the snow would be dirty, and piled up on the streets.  Here it is so soft, pure,  and natural.  I felt like Mrs. Claus at the North Pole.

Since the storm, I have been practicing putting on my new chains.  They are totally different than the ones that I used in Santa Fe, twenty years ago.  These have a circular cable that you slide under the wheel and clip.  I had some trouble at first, but I finally got the hang of it.  The fit is nice and snug.  I ordered the exact size for my make and model of car.  They are made in Italy.  Volkswagons are very good in the snow.  I used to drive a VW Rabbit when I lived in New Mexico.  I put chains on my car there every day. They really make a difference when it's icy.

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Santorini: A Magical Place

pale blue shutters and bleached wooden chairs

 
I took loads of photos in Santorini, and it is hard not to post all of them.  It is such an exquisite setting.  The beauty is everywhere.  I love how clean the island is, and the contrast of colors.  People pay such attention to detail in their decor.  I was so impressed.   

I love this gate

I think this was one of the most memorable walks I have ever taken in my life.  Greek music was playing softly in the cafes.  The owners were inviting me in to have a cappuccino.  I explored every nook and cranny.  It was magical.

where I stopped for an expensive glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice

I found a pretty hostel and imagined myself staying there in the future.  On a cruise, you are just in port for the day.  It's a good way to get a feel for different parts of Europe.  You can always return to your favorite spots.  I think I will be coming back to Santorini.  

the white planters really set off the colors of nature

The gardens and the water really complemented each other.  All of the buildings were so white, and they looked freshly painted.  After arriving home, I began to examine my cottage with new eyes.  How can I improve?  Europe always inspires me.  I love the decor and style.

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Spectacular Santorini

I hiked up above and then followed the zigzag trail down the mountain

 
One of my favorite ports on NCL's  cruise was Santorini, Greece.  It was so exciting to see the petite white houses and shops as our ship pulled up closer to the island.  The tugboats led us along; I watched it all from my balcony.  The views were just incredible!

There's our ship, The Norweigan Epic, our comfortable home away from home  for twelve nights

I had only seen photos and movies of Greece.  It was a thrill to actually be there.  My aunt took a trip there when I was a little girl; she brought me back the sweetest little handmade dress.  It was red and creme colored, with hand stitched embroidery.  Ever since that day,  I have wanted to visit Greece myself.

I longed to ride a mule, but elected to walk back down,  instead

We took a small boat, or tender, to get to shore.  From there,  you can buy a ticket to ride the trolley up to the top.  It is a very steep journey.  The ticket cost six Euros, if I remember correctly.  The views were magnificent.

such a peaceful, serene scene from my balcony

I went back to on board  to have my meals.  Since I had already paid for them, I didn't stop at a restaurant.  I did order a juice at a charming cafe, though.  It cost ten Euros!  The ambiance and scenery was worth it, though.  The friendly owner of the place encouraged me to order a cactus juice, but I got the mixed fruit.  He was drinking an espresso out of a lovely cup.  I kept studying the design and shape of  it.   

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Snowed In at the Cabin

I spent Thanksgiving up in the mountains. Here is what my deck looked like after the storm.  We had three feet of snow!  I stepped outside, thinking my new Canadian kamik snow boots would protect me.  The snow would have reached up to my hip bone!

Lula looked like she was swimming to try to and go potty.  I got out the shovel and dug for hours and hours.  If felt like I was clearing the pure white powder  uphill for half of a mile.  I broke the job up over two days.  My brother suggested I wait for the sunnier weather.  Someone cleared the area in front of my car for me.  It was like an igloo.  I decided to walk into town instead of driving.  I stopped and chatted with several of my neighbors.   It was such a relief to have a stockpile of nourishing food and firewood.

I took a sauna and used the snow as an ice bath.  It was so energizing.  There is something  magical about pure snow melt.  That's why I love swimming in lakes; it really recharges the aura.  I got a lot of knitting done on my pink alpaca blanket, too.  It was warm and cozy by the fire.  How was your Thanksgiving?

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