Notes From The Carlyle – April, 2016

k7905334 These April showers are pissing me off, as I sit huddled on a cold banquette in a winter coat screaming to be cleaned and put away.

Seems the heat is on the fritz at Bemelmans.

Is no place a haven anymore?

Brandy…brandy…another brandy, please.  Visa, who just got her legs back, is once again incapacitated.  But when you try your best living in the moment, what else can you do when you’re caught in the cold cruising up the Avenue, in kitten heels, no less.

Laurie, the barmaid with a wool scarf tied around her neck, assures me the heat will be on  momentarily.  Yeah, after living in a building with a drunken boiler for 40 years, I’ve heard that one before.


“Yes, if I’m gonna freeze to death, salt is the least I can warm myself with.”  So what if my Tinnitus is off the charts.  Tinnitus is the fancy term for ringing in ones ears, and salt, its enemy.  Suddenly you feel as if you’re standing on the tarmac like in the film, Casablanca, as Ilsa and Victor Laszlo board the plane to Lisbon.

What am I talking about?

Rent it.

Directly in front of me, sits a young girl in a sleeveless dress and sandals.  Have I missed something?  I’m shaking all over while she looks as if she’s in Palm Beach.

Must be age, this chill with no thrill.  She’s also drinking a colorful cocktail with enough ice to attract a polar bear.  Youth…not only do I not understand it, I can’t even remember it.

I’m going to be 62 with a body temperature rivaling a trout’s.  I used to be so warmblooded needing nothing but a cardigan in assorted pastel colors.  Now I’m wearing tights over tights over L.L Bean silk underwear in a twilight blue, that let’s face it, seems no coincidence.

I’m not even sure Lolita is wearing undies the way her legs are splayed like a naughty nutcracker.

“The heat’s on,” announces Laurie, removing her scarf with dramatic flair.

I have a sudden urge to ask for soup but can’t bring myself to come off that geriatric.

“Any poached salmon available Laurie?” Visa groaning, but too bad.

“Of course, a staple here at the Carlyle.”

Like I didn’t know that.  So what will it be Susannah?

Saving face, or paying your Con-Ed bill.

Hey, who the fuck needs lights, really,  when you come right down to it.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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12 Responses to Notes From The Carlyle – April, 2016

  1. micklively says:

    The Carlyle has missed a marketing opportunity. Soup kitchen for the elderly has to be a nice little earner. 😉

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I’m still chuckling over your phrase ‘naughty nutcracker’. Hilarious!
    As a sub I see all types of clothing in the high schools during cold weather. Girls in shorts, figure-clinging leotards, or tiny dresses, and boys in sleeveless shirts. And of course if not wearing boots, the girl are in flip-flops. Obviously, the dress (or should I say undress) code has changed from when I was in school. Forget about blue jeans, we couldn’t even wear dress slacks. Dresses and skirts only.
    I think those young hormones banging around their systems must be keeping them warm!

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  3. This is my favorite line “I have a sudden urge to ask for soup but can’t bring myself to come off that geriatric.” Some days are harder than other to keep my geriatric in the closet!
    The young dresses, deep breath, my son’s girlfriend sent me a photo of the dress she was wearing to a formal. It was so pretty in the photo lying on the bed. When I saw it on her young body with mile long legs I thought it was a hankie …

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    I don’t even want to go out of the house anymore when it’s colder than 60. Debating on walking today. It’s just barely 60. And yes, I think it’s the age. So many times here in the Florida Panhandle I see people walking around in the cold of the winter months in shorts and flip flops. It’s much warmer down south of us. Just because it’s Florida, people, doesn’t mean you have to dress the part in January. Spring break isn’t here yet… And this year it looks like it’s slow in coming. Hot…cold…hot…cold…I haven’t figured out what season this is yet. BTW…Love the new header on your page! ~Elle

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    • We’re finally having nice weather I hope is here to stay. Just went running egged on my the daffodils that have exploded everywhere. The color yellow is oh, so cheerful.

      Glad you like my new homepage, courtesy of Mr. David Stewart. That passage is from Hemingway’s Movable Feast, a favorite read of mine. 🙂

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  5. When I went to an evening class this week the temp was 40 degrees. Three high school girls came in wearing shorts (yes the short ones) with a long sleeved tee-shirt. I shivered. The auditorium was not very warm.

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