A Year in High Heels

Yes, I’m already behind in this blogging journey. I was supposed to have posted yesterday about a myriad of things, but I was tired and so I didn’t. Which means today I’m playing catch up, because I refuse to “fail” after only one blog post. I am a bit overwhelmed though, because Ms. Morton decided to shove in a variety of subjects on the 4th and thankfully only covered The Twelveth Night on the 5th.

Sleeping Beauty

We begin with Sleeping Beauty by the Brothers Grimm. I’ll admit freely that I’m not entirely sure if the version I read is the original (I have a compilation of their works at home, but I’m only lunch at work). But, it was quite different from the Disney version. Surprise surprise, it’s actually more boring. There are no fairies, only wise women. The princess never leaves the castle, she just explores too hard one day when her parents are gone. Everyone does sleep for 100 years, and Rosamund (yes, not Aurora) is just due to wake up. The kiss from the random prince has nothing to do with it. He didn’t even have to fight to get into the castle – the thorns just parted for him because he showed up at the right time. All in all, not nearly as magical as the Disney version…except for the prophectic frog at the beginning. I’d like to read more about him.

Thank You’s and Letter Writing

If you have never written a thank you card or a letter, this section could be quite helpful. I personally am not the greatest at ensuring that I send out a physical card, but as I’m reminded in this book, a text message is insufficient. I can think of a handful of thank you’s I need to send out. And I’m currently trying to determine who I can write to that would actually be bothered to write back. Which probably isn’t exactly the point of writing in the first place, though as brought out by Ms. Morton, it does make the mail/post more interesting. I’m genuinely considering writing to my father and seeing if that would be a more efficient means of communication for us.

Also, this section proves a bit of a danger to myself as I have tons of stationary already, but honestly would not mind buying more. In fact, I’d be happy to…and I might just hop online and see what sort of custom options are available. Not using a coat of arms though, as that’s offensive. But I could certainly come up with some sort of pretty header. Maybe I’ll get my stationary pink and scented.

Jane Austen & A Book Club

Jane Austen is one of my favorite authors, and incidentally is the Muse of the Month. Which I find particularly ironic, as I’ve joined a Jane Austen yarn club for the year, that includes being part of a book club. Now the book suggests methods of hosting the club, all the particulars from choosing a book down to deciding if you want to have themed snacks. The yarn club I’ve joined will have its own book discussion on Discord, and so I wouldn’t have to worry about that much, except that I’m breaking off. Myself, my cousin, and my friend A. will be reading the books in the order of the club, but off on our own. So perhaps I will need to think of some questions for discussion.

We’ve already decided that, due to distance, we’re going to hold our meetings once every two months on Zoom. It will be at the end of each novel, so we’ll be covering the entirety of the novels and then talking with each other. The schedule will follow what has been outlined by the yarn club, and we begin with Sense and Sensibility. Perhaps, if I start using this blog as an actual journal and not just a follow the prompt type of situation, you’ll hear more about the Book Club and the books.

The Lambs of London

Full disclosure – I skipped this section because I was disinterested and I’ve only got an hour for lunch. *shrug*

Twelfth Night

Have to say, I appreciate the summary of the tale, because I don’t have a copy of Shakespeare’s works. I’m sure that they would be easy enough to find online, but I can’t be bothered. While Shakespeare’s works are undoubtedly a major foundation for many of our modern stories, and the origin of many a trope, I don’t really enjoy Shakespeare. I mean I do, but not the way that other people seem to. The stories themselves are good, the characters are interesting, and of course there’s the unparalleled social commentary. However, the old English and the cadence of the poetic bits is a huge barrier of entry for me. And please, whatever you do, don’t ask me to Shakespeare in the park.