Malice In Plunderland
@ramonarightnow
Theatrical designer/costumer. Believer in Truth, Justice & Musical Comedy. And Champagne. And orchids. All the orchids. I won’t reply to your DM if you haven’t asked first or unless we have an history of interaction.
Me & the husb puttin’ on the ritz. In the Harbor. As one does.
From time to time I get to be a drunken bougie wench doing caviar bumps with The Beautiful People. It’s domestic and sustainable, so STFU. This is fine.
From time to time I have the chance to drink champagne with beautiful people who go beautiful things.
This little self-contained solar fountain I got at a secondhand store for $5 is going to be my whole summer vibe.
Today flowering in the garden: Squash blossom, coreopsis, and oak-leaf hydrangea
The wind yesterday brought down branches all over the- like this one in the on-ramp to the Henry Hudson from Broadway in Van Cortlandt Park.
Today my husband petted a juvenile chipmunk out in the wild (as wild as Van Cortlandt Park gets anyway).
I got Schiaparelli earrings for my birthday. “Can you ear me now?”
I bought a pound of series apricots yesterday. I used to pay $3 for these. Even this year, in January, I was paying $8. This is the last time I’ll be able to buy these.
Elderberry promises a big harvest this year (and a lot of fat mockingbirds.)
Peonies, elderberry flowers, and freesia from our backyard.
#ShowMeYourKnits Hello Yellow! Here’s a pair of baby booties I knit for one of our opera singers during the height of Covid.
QRP with the doctor you’d trust leading the hantavirus response instead of RFK Jr.