Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 28 February 2020
As usual it’s been good to be in the old neighbourhood – I am getting used to it being my second home now, not my first. And I’m in good time for the white peaches of late summer, which I love.
And also in time for plane trees shedding everywhere, which I love not so much.
Harris Farm, Potts Point
The white peaches are so fragrant and the place is overloaded with them The sign says “imperfect” but white peaches and ïmperfect” do not go together lol.
Eating a white peach perched on the El Alamein fountain surround – where are the resident white ibis?
Plane trees are definitely one of my favourite Sydney street tree. The archway of plane trees over Ocean Street is especially beautiful. Only problem is when they shed late summer it does terrible things to your nose and eyes.
Plane tree shedding , El Alamein fountain
Close up, look at all that chaff, El Alamein fountain
Late summer this year has also brought on a new swimsuit buying thing for me. I suppose in part it’s because I do not fit into any of my old swimsuits right now lol. (Better by far to go with no swimmers at all :-).)
I can’t believe though, that I haven’t exercised properly for 18 months – I really ought to be in a lot worse shape! Just goes to show how much genetics controls all these things. Working out in the gym is great if you love it but no need to get too cut up about the self improvement industry – there’s always time to like yourself just the way you are (so says your glamorous aunt anyway lol)
Another new swimsuit – brilliant blue with flowers on shiny skin and shoulders
More of the same 🙂
I seem to be having a bit of an intense blue, pink and white theme going here. When I went for coffee early today this is what I got, probably the cutest takeaway coffee cup there is:
This coffee cup with galahs even goes with my shirt. Maybe it’s especially colourful in anticipation of Mardi Gras tomorrow
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Tuesday 4 February 2020
This is just a few words on business housekeeping practicalities, scheduling, advertising and so on. It’s way more words than usual and somewhat bla subject matter, but it has to be done.
I mentioned in a post at the end of 2018 that I had a stalker during the year who had really taken the shine off my happy escort life and so I would be doing more outside escort work. Well it is true, all through 2019 I have been more focussed on other things, and if I turned my mind to it (which I tried not to), feeling very flat about the stalker situation.
The good news is that the identity of the stalker emerged at the end of November 2019. It was really a bit of an accident. The identification only happened as a result of the stalker became very active when I was moving to the country. The stalker got very excited and wrote more letters than usual. The letters were longer, more detailed and as always, spiteful, menacing and more. But this over confidence meant the stalker left unmistakeable traces which led back to them. With some confirming information from various places, the identity of the stalker was clear. The ridiculous thing was how obvious it all was once the links had been made. And when the identity of the stalker was discovered, the only real power the stalker had (cowardly, predatory anonymity), was lost.
I never once for a moment even remotely thought that the stalker was anyone who personally knew me. And I certainly never thought it was a client, I just don’t attract anyone like that.
Sure enough my original intuitions were right. It’s just a woman who doesn’t know me at all who has her own serious issues (understatement), it has absolutely nothing to do with my happy life. The police are involved now so I don’t have to worry anymore. Although I have been uncomfortable unlocking the small Twitter account I’ve been keeping, so it just stays locked. Since so few people use Twitter it isn’t a big issue for me.
The practical effect of all this is I am free to do more MG in 2020. But the catch is this: while I was busy focussing on other things last year, I got busy! And I decided to move to my place in the country to focus on my various other ventures from down there. So MG time is restricted again for this year, but it’s for a good reason, not because the stalker has put me off and made me flat, but because it’s all happening :-).
So the long and the short is that I am going to have an evolving routine for being in Sydney. A couple of times a month I will have arrangements to be in Sydney with an incall. I will be staying in my old stomping ground in the Eastern Suburbs. I expect it to become an established routine of a couple of extended stays in Sydney every month. I have already done one off visits and trips outside the routine and that’s fine, I will just need to be organised to meet special requests :-).
The current schedule will be kept on the front page of the website as usual.
So far as advertising goes, I am sorry if I had a link in one of my posts to a Scarlet Blue ad that is no longer active. That’s a bit rude of me! I only ever use Scarlet Blue occasionally so the link has not been active all the time. I am about to put my Gallery page back up on this website though, so you will be able to see whatever images it was I had on the Scarlet Blue directory anyway.
As many of you know from your own experience, I don’t advertise in the mainstream much, I just rely on my website. I have found that perfectly suitable for me. Plus, you would not believe how much people pay for advertising, literally $1000s per month, advertising across up to seven or eight directories and websites. I can’t bring myself to do that. Not only are most of these escorts _not_ getting enough work no matter how hard they advertise (it’s a recession and a flooded market), but they are also working to attract exactly the sort of client (on the whole) I don’t want to see – so more power to them :-).
Also, just one further thing on business practices: my rates. Be aware I keep my rates very reasonable for a number of reasons. One reason for instance is that if I have much higher rates I will attract only the clients who can afford those rates. And that is not the right threshold filter. Those people are not necessarily the the right people for me to see.
OK, so now all that is out of the way, here is a January selfie of me lying around in bed one morning in Sydney after a bushfire evacuation from the country the day before.
Morning after a fire evacuation. Bushfire malaise in pink silk pyjamas.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 2 December 2018
One of my routine evening walks involves a circuit of the area down by the Finger Wharf at Woolloomooloo. At the moment it’s especially nice because summer has brought out the jasmine. There is a great hedge of it running down one side of the McElhone Stairs at the end of Victoria Street and it’s a heavy summery scent which is just beautiful.
There is a always a set of sculptures on display along the boardwalk adjacent to the Finger Wharf. According to the labels next to them they come from a commercial “art bank”. The display changes every six months or so. There is one new I like especially. It reminds me of the symetry in a shell or the inside of a flower.
Then sometimes, just when you are minding your own business on your evening walk, a huge floating resort rounds the point in front of you and cruises down the harbour, towering over everything.
I am including here a couple of selfies I found in my dropbox files that haven’t made it to the website before now.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 18 November 2018
There is a gecko that lives somewhere on the south side of my balcony. It must hibernate over winter. Come October November evenings I can hear it start to make the little series of chk chk chk chk sounds that are so reminiscent of warm happy times. It still amazes me that the gecko comes every year twelve floors up to my highrise home.
Another favourite sign of summer is the appearance of great quantities of mangoes at the local shops – flavour, fragrance and texture are all summer.
Here is a selfie of some new lingerie. It has a soft pink fabric and is called Ballet Slipper…
PS: I have since learnt that the Queen’s favourite nail polish is called Ballet Slipper (do not ask me how I came to have this trivial piece of information because I can’t now remember). Somehow this random connection makes me like this lingerie less!
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 21 October 2018
I have been busy down in the country building (as always) and exploring. This is a snap taken down by the creek near my place. It was a lovely spring day and I wore my luminous pink gumboots to protect me from the swamp and any snakes. I don’t know if any of you have read Slaughterhouse-Five – or have seen the old movie – but the hero of the story makes a striking entrance emerging from an underground shelter after the bombing of Dresden in virtual rags and an incongruous pair of silver boots (scavenged from somewhere). My glow in the dark pink gumboots always make me think of that scene – they are so dazzling.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 3 June 2018
It’s finally cold and I have had pangs for summer already.
Some people might remember me reporting that I did a beginner’s scuba diving course earlier this year. I just haven’t made time to follow up with any diving yet, despite best intentions. Now it’s just a bit too late in the year for me to think the water will be anything close to my comfort zone. And that’s even though I have a wetsuit. It’s a real enough wetsuit – from a Billabong end of season sale but it doesn’t cover the legs and it’s possibly too joyful looking for me to be completely confident of its’ function.
In honour of my scuba activities I bought a new swimsuit to wear under a wetsuit. I had intended to get some serious speedos but ended up buying something slightly more decorative.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 29 April 2018
I made my way down to the Harbour yesterday to confirm the best theory for the Bridge problem – which is that it all depends on the angle at which you are looking at the Bridge… no need to be concerned that some working party for Bridge Climb has re-engineered things to suit themselves!
So here is the photo I took which confirms the best theory – for which a number of people have to take the prize.
I took this photo at the Opera House and got a bit distracted by the way the great stone ends of the bridge do not actually connect to the structure. Although I have long forgotten where I read this, my understanding is that the stone structures were never part of the original design. They were added on after an objection was raised that the Bridge-using public would be too uncomfortable seeing the bare steel structure without some “grounding” monolithic book ends attached. So back in the day the Bridge’s engineering was regarded as too radical for the average punter. My only lament is that the ends aren’t clad with Sydney sandstone instead of a grey granite.
But on this subject curiously I have heard a similar story about perceptions of the Anzac Bridge. For many years the suspension cables of the Bridge were adorned by some diagonally attached wires which had apparently had been added to the structure to “reassure” Bridge users that the cables were not unstable or too light. The underwires were totally unnecessary, just put there for “effect”.
I have not much else to report this week, save I have bought a small piece of scaffolding (with adjustable legs for working on slopes) and did a special trip to ferry this new prize down to the country. Once it is in action on the little construction project there I will report back with a photo.
So the only other photo for this week is a picture of the suspenders on my new lingerie – which the label describes as “Ruby” coloured. One way to welcome in the Autumn.
Your glamorous aunt
xx MG
PS a picture of a more golden and grey Autumn from the balcony:
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 17 March 2018
I had the fastest drive home from Canberra than I’ve had in ages. This notwithstanding there was a lot of road work – for which we all slowed down. But as I regularly let myself travel just above the speed limit, alas I am thinking this may be the reason for my fast trip even with roadwork and I am none too proud of it really.
It was a good stay and I collected visuals of another interesting piece of sculpture on an early evening walk near the hotel. On reflection I could have done a better photo:
Here’s a better shot from the local Sculpture Walk Guide which I found on the net, together with a spiel about the scuplture’s name and significance, and its’ creator, all of which is quite appealing:
Being a bit frisky one Canberra morning I took an unsual selfie – the underboob and pyjamas shot, here to amuse 🙂 in the usual way:
I can also say in recent news, I learnt how to make Steak Diane, thanks to an enterprising visitor at home, and that was all very good indeed.
Your glamorous aunt, MG xx
reporting on some of this week’s adventures.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 4 March 2018
I went to see Black Panther during the week which was an all round adventure. I was very taken with the animated font that was used for the credits at the end of the film. So much so I did some searches and uncovered a version of the font that a fan had developed after having seen the film and also having been enthusiastic about the merit of the graphics. The creative fan called the font Panther. Here is an image I did using the font (I posted this on Twitter at the time I made it):
Perhaps the font won’t look much in this static form. All I can say is the clever geometric unpacking of the font during the extended credit roll for the film itself was great, it was really captivating.
Something else pretty captivating happened during the week too. I went roadside rambling in the country to pick blackberries – they are ripe just now. These blackberries were not affected by any Council spraying (otherwise they would be well and truly dead) and the fruit was delicious. The very day I picked the blackberries I received a wonderful photo from my resourceful friend M.E., which was a shot of his latest crop of home grown figs which he had just picked. So I had my own fruit photo to match, just by luck. Figs are an absolute favourite and if I am fortunate I may get a cutting of one of M.E’s fig trees to grow in the country when conditions are right. Here is the pair of fruit bowls:
I have been busy down in the country building (as always) and exploring. This is a snap taken down by the creek near my place. It was a lovely spring day and I wore my luminous pink gumboots to protect me from the swamp and any snakes. I don’t know if any of you have read Slaughterhouse-Five – or have seen the old movie – but the hero of the story makes a striking entrance emerging from an underground shelter after the bombing of Dresden in virtual rags and an incongruous pair of silver boots (scavenged from somewhere). My glow in the dark pink gumboots always make me think of that scene – they are so dazzling.
Your glamorous aunt
