Monthly Archives: June 2014

My new edits/collages! What a sweet RA-centric Monday


Really, I should be working on finishing up the FDA graduation musical montage. Instead those lovely new pics of Richard in rehearsal for “The Crucible” started showing up online and—the next thing I knew I was opening up photo editing programs and I. just. couldn’t. stop.


I have always loved the behind-the-scenes images we’ve gotten from his various projects over the years and these posted by the Old Vic are no exception. I love seeing his focus, his intensity as he inhabits the character of John Proctor.  I know every person who is going to see him perform live on stage must be over the moon with excitement and anticipation.

I am excited for Richard himself and this wonderful opportunity to perform a juicy role in an acclaimed play by a celebrated American playwright–and in such a storied venue!  And how proud his family must be . . .







He’ll be my light, my match, my burning flame . . .


As most of you know, Benny and I have been somewhat overwhelmed by the busy-ness of our video production business in the past weeks (this, of course, is a good thing, although my injured, aching wrist isn’t so sure about that).   So I’ve just briefly popped in and out of Armitage World for the most part. The lovely thing is knowing it’s always there for me when I do need it and have the time to play.

Today, I had time to play.










What powerful images Mr. Brooks the photographer has given us. I do not presume to “improve” on the perfection of his images, just do a little creative tweaking. I look at these images and see so much emotion, overt and covert, so much of what I imagine are the innermost feelings in the heart, mind and soul of this character. And, of course, I cannot overlook the mature masculine beauty before me.

Mr. Armitage, you look every inch the distinguished actor of the theatre here. I know those who will see you are beside themselves with excitement . .

Oh . . . my. Sir Guy & Ladywriter discover edible nirvana. Mary Poppins was right!


untitledLadywriter made a sour face. “This prednisone leaves one nasty, bitter taste in my mouth . . .”

He cocked his dark head and raised an inquisitive brow. “Well, then–why don’t you open up some of your new goodies you purchased yesterday? Perhaps–” Sir Guy gestured with those elegant hands of his. “Is it not said something sweet improves the digestion of these potions?”


Ladywriter slowly nodded after sipping more water. Yuck! The aftertaste persisted.

She’d been diagnosed with a damaged ulnar nerve in her left wrist–her dominant wrist–and was now dealing with a big honkin’ wrist stabilizer worn day and night and the side effects of steroids (unusually rosy cheeks, feeling even more roly-poly than normal–and the nasty taste of the tablets). Hey, if it was good enough for Mary Poppins and her charges . . .


“Yep. I agree. Time to sample the new JIF–salted caramel hazelnut spread,” she said. The tip of Sir Guy’s pink tongue involuntarily peeked out and licked his lip, his azure eyes brightening at her words.


LW shot him a sidelong glance. “Erhmmm . . . I don’t suppose you want to try any, too? After all, you did have a substantial breakfast of waffles with syrup and a large side order of bacon, Sir Guy . . .”

He raised both brows and attempted to look completely innocent. Being Sir Guy, he failed.  Being Ladywriter, she loved it.

“I think it would only be right for me to try it first, my lady. To make sure it is—satisfactory.”

LW gave her favorite dark knight of a  chocolic an affectionate smirk, followed by a gentle punch on his arm with her good hand. “Liar.”

Chuckling, she playfully spooned out a generous dollop of the dark, rich-looking spread and held it up. “Open wide . . .”

Sir Guy did just that, rolling the sweet substance in his mouth, smacking his lips and then swallowing, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

A flash of white teeth and an appreciative husky growl. “Oh, my . . . sweet. And salty. And absolutely delicious . . .”

Fedoralady took her own “spoonful of sugar.” She agreed.

“Sir Guy . . . the bitterness is gone.  It’s like a party for my mouth!”

He chuckled.  “One might even say–it resembles—-ME.”

Happy Guyday Friday!!



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An RA-Liscious Surprise from Guylty (and fellow fans). & a ‘thanks, ya’ll’ from me


Today was one of those in which Fedoralady’s get-up-and-go had gotten up and gone. Tired, achy, wrist still bothersome, I just crashed, enjoying periodic kneading and “noms” from Scarlett. Benny arrived home after shooting some practice footage of Sonya’s upcoming big production and said, “Hey, bet you are the only one around here who got a package from Dublin in the mail today . . .” He tossed me a tempting-looking parcel.

“It must be from Guylty!”

And indeed it was. And here is what it contained:



Yes, that is one of Guylty’s own gorgeous photos of our RA from the German premiere of DoS last year. *squee* And Thornton’s Chocolates, espresso dark chocolate, which I have never sampled before–and yummy Guy stuff—AND my very own Lucas shrine! Apparently fellow fans voted me the one most deserving of receiving this objet d’art so all I can say is “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I also received a truly lovely note from Guytly, which is one of those you save and re-read from time to time when you need an uplift, and I have to say that this note and gift really improved a less-than-stellar day.

So here are a couple of little gifts from me to Guylty and to all of you.  Mmmmmmwwwwwhhaaaaaaaaa! XOXOXO