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April 28, 2013
Sklathing about
as a boy, Eloise in Paris used to be in the attic, it belonged to my sister I think. I loved the writing, the way Kay Thompson said so much with so little. And her invention of words, I've never forgotten when Eloise first arrived in Paris - she sklathed about in the bed. The Lady in the film will be sklathing about in bed at the beginning of the sequence.
Posted by john at April 28, 2013 11:49 AM