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December 12, 2006


Old Dominion Tory

A marvelous tale, Mrs. Peperium.

Robert the Llama Butcher

I have never been able to bring myself to set foot in Victoria's Secret. Indeed, I have a hard time even walking past the place, for fear that my eyes might accidentally stray in and somebody will catch me looking.

Old Dominion Tory

The first Christmas Mrs. Tory and I spent together was in Washington, DC and I hauled a four-to-five-foot tree from a lot in Upper Georgetown (near the "Social Safeway") to our place in Foggy Bottom (essentially 26th and K). A jolly time despite the distance because I imagined Bing Crosby crooning "Silver Bells." The Anchor Steam Christmas beer at home helped, too.


Oh no! not another post with lingerie in it!

Victoria's Secret is an odd place - looks like a Parisian house of...

Regardless of lingerie or pine trees, these stories are golden and they deserve a book - like a Patum Peperium "reader" with illustrations - like from that illustrator from the New Yorker who draws those witty scenes, come on, you know the one.

Can I get banned from PP for mentioning the "New Yorker" leftist rag that it is?

Old Dominion Tory

For illustrations to the Patum Peperium Reader, I suggest the fellow--Elliot Banfield?--who does the marvelous illustrations for the Claremont Review of Books and the New York Sun. Politically and culturally, he'd be more in tune with Patum Peperium.
Of course, I'd hope that Patum Peperium Reader would include many of Mrs. Peperium's recipes (e.g., parsnip chowder and turkey soup).


Let's not give her any ideas!

Mrs. Peperium

Mandingo, no you will not get banned. In fact,when I first was in art school I had hoped to make a living doing those little line drawings The New Yorker used to have dotting their pages. It seemed a wonderfully romantic job...

Old Dominion, as usual your chivalry knows no equal...

Misspent, you're right. Don't ever give me any ideas...

Mrs. Peperium

Robbo, your comment rates its own comment box. You sired 3 children without ever once entering Victoria's Secret? I think you win the Teddy Roosevelt award...

Of course, this could just be the frozen chosen Episcopalian in you....

Fr. M.

In a perfect world Victoria's Secret would only be available to married folks - and sold together with a user's manual: Humanae Vitae.

Robert the LB

Mrs. P - I think it has to do more with the Victorian lady's concern about not frightening horses in the street.

On the other hand, that the siring of Llama-ette No. 3 happened to temporaly match the delivery of the very last VS catelog to Orgle Manor is, of course, pure coincidence.

Fr. M.

Oh, and my apologies to anyone who might find it indecorous for the clergy to weigh in on the dispersement of ladies' bloomers and such.

Mrs. Peperium

Clergy are supposed to weigh in on those things. The world would be a much nicer place if they did it far more frequently and also talked about fire, brimstone and damnation too...

Father M, did you like what Basil wrote about Christmas cards? I thought it very nice.

Yes, Robbo, pure coincidence...

Fr. M.

Mrs. P.,
I like what Basil writes on everything. I will stroll over to Mayfair before bed and review his Christmas Card musings.


And if you think the VS catalogs are risque now in 2007? No my friends, they are tame compared to the catalogs of say, 1985 when I graduated high school and the company was an independent one from London. Those are collectors items they tell me, especially the ones with Harry Connick jrs future wife in them. Hot blooded American young man I was back then. But enough of that and lets move on to more higher subjects like culture, what's for dinner, cocktails, and Episcopalian priestesses misbehavin.

BTW, as a life long New Yorker I grew up every Christmas seeing tons of trees being sold on every street corner - now that I move to the county of Nassau, I haven't seen any x-mas tree shops. I miss the pine needles and the aromatic smell the trees gave off - memories of youth, and drinking hot cocoa, and watching Christmas television shows on the major networks when "Christmas" wasn't the four letter word it has sadly become now!


Old Dominion Tory

No apologies necessary, Father. I echo Mrs. Peperium's sentiments that it is entirely appropriate for the clergy to weigh in on such matters.

Old Dominion Tory

An amusing feature from BBC News about men in lingerie deaprtments and shops.


"An amusing feature from BBC News about men in lingerie deaprtments and shops."

isn't there a tradition in the UK of men wearing women's lingerie?

Oh, the humanity!

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