I have been neglectful of my dear blog. I will tell you why not for an excuse, but so you see what a week and a half it has been and maybe forgive me some. First of all, I spent 3 days of last week in bed with some kind of flu. I slept for nearly three days straight. No sooner was I better that Ben and I hopped in the car for an 8 hour drive to NC where we spent the weekend. We get back and there is a ton and a half of work to catch up on because we both missed quite a bit of work. Then my sweet pup hurt his tail. Still waiting to see exactly what is wrong, but I'm afraid it is broken or strained (can that happen to a tail?).
That being said, here is the book list that I promised you two weeks ago.
That being said, here is the book list that I promised you two weeks ago.
Ella Minnow Pea
The Help (Although I’m usually skeptical of popular books)
The Immortal Life of Henriette Lacks (Non-fiction)
In My Time (By Dick Cheney)
The Elegance of the Hedgehog
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
The Emperor of Maladies (Non-fiction)
Like Water for Chocolate
Like Water for Chocolate
The Gurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
The Particular Sadness of Lemon cake (thanks Casey)
Edges
Packing for Mars
I still owe you pictures of the paintings I did last week. While I did have a lot going on -see above-they are still truly disappointing. I mean, seriously. I did the electric tangerines (that were supposed to be peaches) and a night beach scene for my bathroom that looks just awful. I have to keep working on that or maybe burn it. I haven't decided.
This week has been Victorian Week. How will this help me in the future? Not quite sure. Don't quite care.
Besides the usual reading and research, it has so far meant observing tea, but not high tea. I'm too lazy and don't have proper tea clothes. I have also rented a book on manners and learned how to properly act and react in all situations. Apparently spitting isn't an appropriate end to an argument. Who knew?
I tried observing the Victorian sense of modesty, but it has been over 100 degrees here and I'm not looking for a heat stroke. I don't know how they wore long skirts and sleeves and high necks plus petticoats. I wore long sleeves one day and thought I would fall out right in the parking lot. I have been observing the Victorian custom of not wearing makeup. Only whores rouge their cheeks. I'll tell you, though. It's hard to walk into work without a stitch of makeup. Especially since I feel my eyes disappear without liner or mascara.
Tonight I am going to try a Victorian hairstyle that involves powder and lots of back combing. I hope I don't regret it for the rest of my life.
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