Darling ones,
You’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to…I know, I know! I simply had to get away at once and spend some time on sabbatical from the New York party scene. I tell you I was simply on the verge of completely falling apart at the seams if you will…(tee hee! that’s a little sartorial joke). Evenings of foie gras and champagne may seem glamorous, but it will certainly take it’s toll…this my dear friends, is a cautionary tale…
Quite irritato upon arriving at my little country estate. In The Great Hall, darlings. Just simply pooped from my travels!
Entertaining is no laughing matter! It is simply exhausting and country folk can be just as challenging as New Yorkers...here you can see I actually had to drink myself under the table, just to cope.
...spent some time in the foyer contemplating the existence of the American Dream, the arbitrariness of fate, the merits of the Keilbasa over the Weisswurst....
...found myself in the kitchen snacking more than I had intended...I blame it on that fresh country air. Thoughts of smoked bacon haunted my mind...
As you can see it's virtually impossible for me to get ANY privacy these days!
Waiting anxiously to be served my afternoon tea in the sun room...it really IS impossible to find good help...particularly in the country...
I'd heard wonderful things about the museum but was disappointed to find NONE of the art work had actually anything to do with Bacon. Shame! If I hadn't been trying to unwind from my grueling work life, I would have called Consumer Affairs immediately!
I took many an afternoon constitutional...this particular day I was accompanied by one of my many gentleman callers...
...the great outdoors can be so inspirational...and a wonderful place to poop in private!
....spent a great deal of time curled up in the library with a Trollope novel, trying to regain brain cells lost on New Year's eve..."The Way We Live Now" is a wonderful read and makes a fantastic doorstop once finished! I simply adore duality in purpose.
...an hour of yoga a day helps to relax tension in my odd yet gloriously shaped body...
...attempted transcendental meditation in the sitting room with White Owl but for crying out loud, it is just so stressful! I had to chase each session with a large dry gin martini, three olives.
...took to resting in the upstairs hall before dinner time...
...washing up before bedtime in the master bath....you can see how historic preservation runs in my blood. How could anyone think of getting rid of such fabulous 1940s wallpaper?
....I finally get to retire after a grueling day of attempting to relax...
And there folks, you have it…If, like me, you work too hard — you may find yourself having to take a trip to the country for relaxation and inspiration. And as you can see from this photo journey, attempting to relax can be very stressful indeed!
Trancendentally yours,
Bianca Miller
That's what B said. 
Je t’adore, Lady Bianca!