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#11 BEACH MUSIC: A time of tans, blonds and hot pants

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IT WAS A TIME OF TANS, BLONDS AND HOT PANTS, WHEN THE ENDLESS SUMMER WAS JUST A SHORT WALK DOWN A HOT SIDEWALK
Beach Music, an On the Street Where I Livestories is really a tale of two cities; San Juan, Puerto Rico and Santa Monica, California. It was originally published in the LA Times Sunday Magazine.


Beach Music We came to California from Canada, with a detour to Puerto Rico that lasted one endless summer of a year. A year in which I turned 15, and my hair turned blond from living in the sun. “Psst,” the boys and men would call after me in the blue-cobbled streets of San Juan. “Psst! Hey, blondie. Psst! Hey, cutie pie.” I was devastated when my parents said we had to go, that it was time to leave the island so that my older brother, Russell, could get a first rate education. The plan was to drive cross country from Miami and settle in San Francisco so that my brother could finish high school before going on to UC Berkeley. But, once we got there in the fall of 1968, we found that …

State of Britain

British places, English things, this is where I'm gathering goodies from the UK that have me dreaming of home, even though it's a 'home' I barely lived in, rarely traveled to. England is not just my birthplace, the land of my ancestors, it's the place that tells me who I am, somewhere deep inside. The love of flowers, of pretty English gardens and winding brick pathways, nurtured by my mother. 

Trebah Garden, Cornall Photo Credit: The Sunday Express

Of cozy British detective novels, enjoyed with a cuppa, again, my mother. Of the British Invasion, the Beatles, Herman's Hermits, the Stones. Carnaby Street, Mary Quant, mini-shirts, Twiggy, Yardley. Shakespeare. Sherlock. Do I sound like Hugh Grant in his ode to England in Love, Actually? Speaking of which ... British actors. British telly. The Union Jack. And Queen Elizabeth II, crowned in the year of my birth in Richmond, my middle name is Elizabeth in her honor. It's an old-fashioned Britain I dream of, one I doubt still exists, but the older I get, the more I'd like to get back 'home.’ 

London Blues:  travel memoir

Walk Like an Englishman: Taking a virtual tour 
Above Ground on the London Underground route
Day 1Flight of Fantasy

Day 2: I’ve gotta get out of this place


Day3: Dreaming of Osterley


Day 4: Heading to Syon

Day 5: Trapped on the Thames


Day 6: About that Fish and Chips Shop


Day 7: Going Home

Day 8: The Deer at Richmond Park

[My Above Ground Tour posts have grown too numerous to post here, I've moved my Virtual Walking Tour of London to its own page]

Think Small: Bekonscot Model Village & Railway






After I posted my swoon post for the Union Jack covered chair below, which I wistfully remembered as being part of a Ben Sherman display, I found the real Ben Sherman chair online, shown above. It was a promo piece created for store displays —just as I remembered! Here's the real Ben Sherman chair — not for sale unless someone's got one of Ebay or Etsy, etc —it looks a bit more comfy than the chair I found; they're both pretty gorgeous though.




I've been swooning over this chair ever since I saw it gracing a department store display for Ben Sherman menswear. I thought it was a Sherman design but it's not; the chair is a Lansky Studio design based right here in merry olde Los Angeles. Sold through Houzz.com for $599. I LUV that they've married French Roccoco with the Union Jack. Not comfy, perhaps but quite a conversation piece for a  hallway, corner or, you lucky ducky, a library.





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  1. Lovely piece Sim. You can add Doc Martin to that list. By the way it starts on UK TV Sept 7. Love the Union Jack chair btw.

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    1. Thanks! I love that chair too.

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  2. Great list! Podcasts from BBC Radio 4 give me a nice dose of Daily Britain.

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