Saturday, June 16, 2012

My Mr. Darcy


When most of us think of Mr. Darcy, we think of Colin Firth (except for the people that think of Matthew McFayden – no comment there.)


When we girls think of MY Mr. Darcy, the image immediately comes to our minds of a ‘prince charming’, ‘knight in shining armour,’ a guy who, despite being a flawed, sinful human being will be a hero, and whom you’ll marry and live happily ever after. ;)

But I’ve been thinking: this blog is called Miss Georgiana Darcy.  I even used to sign my posts, "Miss Georgiana."

If I am Georgiana, then when I talk about ‘my Mr. Darcy’, I’m actually talking about my brother. 
Makes sense?

One thing that seems to be often forgotten is the fact that great heroes don’t come ready-made and go directly to great deeds – and to marry a heroine if there happens to be one around. They live before that.

And they often have sisters.

Now, one thing about the ladies in homeschooling circles (and I am quite happily one of them) is that we talk (and think) of the great things a woman can do for her husband.  Sometimes a single girl will say (or think), “I’m staying here, happy and content, blessing my parents until my prince charming (or my Mr. Darcy) comes along. 

Well, it’s great to bless your parents and it’s great to do great things for your husband, but shouldn’t the brothers come in somewhere?

I think I can safely say that all those I follow and all those who follow me rather like heroes.  Most of them like Mr. Darcy, too.

Some of us (and yes, that means me) have a tendency to think, “Oh, where have all the heroes gone?”  And then we try to be consoled by telling ourselves that the heroes are out there somewhere, just not here.  But why aren’t they here?

But I’ve said this, and I’ll say it again: heroes don’t come pre-made.  They need help, encouragement, and sympathy.  And they don’t need that just from parents, guy-friends, and their future wife. 

They need encouragement from girls (yes, especially their sisters) too.  Do you think Mr. Darcy would have been so sweet and kind, (or at least, have more opportunity to show it) without Georgiana?  Think what Eleanor Tilney must have been to Henry!

And the benefit isn’t at all one-sided.  Seriously thinking and encouraging people to be the type heroes are made of will encourage you to be more of a real heroine. 

Now we’ve talked about Mr. Darcy and I have fulfilled my bounden duty.  After all, he is the title of this post.  Now I naturally revert to… what I would naturally revert to.  (Bonus points to everyone who knows what I mean.)

Yes, the Blakeneys.

We all admire Marguerite for, although desperately wanting her husband to stay home and not risk his life all the time, still encouraging and supporting him.  But do you think Marguerite would have been so much of a heroine if she hadn’t had practice encouraging others to be?

Keep your temper, ladies, here enters the Popularly Disliked, Armand St. Just. 

I know many people don’t like Armand, and with reason.  Personally, I think he had a mismade sense of values.  But before his sister even married Sir Percy he was trying to be a hero, to make the world better, to reach his ideals.  And Marguerite helped and encouraged him in that. 

And although she struggled in coping with it at first, the reason she later accepted and supported Sir Percy’s lifework, was that she already had a mini-course in How To Be The Supportive Heroine.


Good thing to be, right?  And remember, heroes and heroines grow by encouraging and being encouraged.  So if you ever wonder why there aren’t more of them, the question to ask is: am I being heroic? 

Nota bene 1: You might not have a brother, or you might think that your brother is already pretty amazing, like I do (although I can’t take the credit for that. :P)  Just remember that as Christians, we have many ‘brothers in Christ’ and there isn’t nearly a surplus of heroes. 

Nota bene 2:  This post is rather one-sided, since we obviously have responsibilities towards our sisters too.  There might be a post with that in the near future.  (There might.  If I can think of something worth saying.)

Nota bene 3: If you don't know what nota bene means (I didn't until a while ago), it just means 'note well' in Latin.  So note this well. :P

Friday, June 15, 2012

How could I help it?

at Sink Me!
Do you think you could resist a question like that?  Well, I can't.  Besides, I'm brimming with ideas, so I just had to join in Amy's contest.  We are limited as to number - only three at once, which makes me think we must be considered very dull indeed.  But from the millions of ideas I managed to pick these three.


Picture: Pride and Prejudice
Caption: The Importance of Being Earnest


Picture: Sense and Sensibility 1995
Caption: Les Miserables



Pictures: The Scarlet Pimpernel 1982
Caption: Mary Poppins
Have a lovely evening!  I hope to come up with somethings a little less nonsensical soon.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Importance of Costumes {Guest post by Alexandra}

Hello! I am so very, very honored to be here today! Maria is one particularly awesome bloggy friend, and I was soooo excited when she asked me to guest post! I spent hours pacing my room figuring out what I was going to write about. I thought about TSP, but ya know, I can do that on The Daydream. So I thought, I’m going to do Something Different.

 Today we are going to discuss Costumes.

Brilliant, no?

I agree.

If you take a glance at my personal video library (bottom shelf of my bookshelf…), you’ll notice that ¾ of my films are costume dramas. Actually, more like 7/8.  I love costume dramas. Duh. I have a whole blog devoted to it.

The gorgeous costumes are often the draw to a fabulous movie. Really, would Percy be quite so awesome sans amazing gold frock (and all the fans say, of course! Hush, you’re ruining my wee lecture)? Would Austen films be Austen films without the Regency fashions? What would Anne be without puffed sleeves?
But do we really always take the time to really study the costumes? More often than not (and here I plead guilty) we barely even look at them. Or we do notice them, but just study them at a surface level.

Do you know that costumes actually tell a story?

As a costume fanatic (and someone who makes costumes myself), I love to study about the process, and what I’ve found is simply fascinating. The role of the costume designer is very important. She has to look not only at the story and the time period and the location and social status of the characters, but she has to get deeper, study each character and figure out whom they are and where they’re going and where they end up at the end of their journey. They use their designs to show the journey of the character.

Costumes are often used to show the emotional journey a character goes through in the course of the story. While we notice changes and choices that the characters themselves make, more often than not if you look closely, you’ll notice the oh-so-subtle wardrobe changes that go with it. Three examples come to mind when I think of this -


- Victoria on The Young Victoria (2009)

I read a fascinating interview with costume designer Colleen Atwood on her designs in The Young Victoria (which if you haven’t seen, by the way, you absolutely MUST). The story follows Victoria’s journey from a manipulated young Princess, controlled for political reasons by everyone around her, emotionally fragile and unsure of herself – to the strong and confident Queen.

In the beginning of the story, she is dressed in frills, with curls and pastel fabrics and lots of embellishment. She resembles “a china doll”, as the power-hungry Sir John Conroy calls her. As the story progresses and she meets Albert, her costumes begin to mature. By the time she has shed herself of the power-hungry leaders around her and becomes queen, she wears simpler, regal gowns in jewel tones, her hair in more mature styles. Without the audience always realizing it, we look at the character differently through this wardrobe transformation.

-Phileas Fogg in Around the World in Eighty Days (2004)
(you may recognize this dude from Night at the Museum. Just sayin’.)

  So I might have a mini-crush on this character. Juuuuuuuust pointing that out. And yes, I have crushes on many, many characters. So there. Anyway. Where was I. Oh, yes.

In an interview (yes, I love behind-the-scenes interviews. I’ll pick one DVD version over another if there’s a documentary on it!) the costume designer talked about the transformation of Phileas’ wardrobe as his character undergoes a transformation.

In the beginning, Phileas is highly eccentric, but also very proper and stuffy. He’s a bit snobbish and always perfectly on schedule. Through the many bumps and hardships he endures on his journey around the world, his character slowly transforms into a more laid-back character that’s learned to enjoy life and the ride through it, ending with their arrival back in London, where he’s in lighter colors and more flowing clothing. Also he is most noticeably without his cravat.

Now, while the costume accuracy purist in me shudders at the major no-no that is Being Out in Public Sans Cravat (Percy would be horrified), it works here, one because it’s a Disney movie so we don’t expect accuracy (why is that? Dunno…) and two just because it works for the story. Same goes for John Thornton sans cravat and coat at the last scene in North and South. The scene is so stinking gorgeous you forgive all that inaccuracy stuff. Anyway.

-Maria in West Side Story (1961)

So WSS isn’t costume drama, persay (well, yes, it is – the fifties are vintage by now. :-P), but there was a very dramatic example that I picked up on last time I watched it. I don’t know if it was intentional, but it stuck with me.

In the beginning of the story, Maria is complaining about her dress she is wearing to the dance. It is white, and white, according to Maria, “is for babies”. She begs Anita to at least dye it red, which presumably she considers a more “grown up” color.

If you pay close attention, you notice touches of red in her wardrobe (beginning with the red sash at the dance where she meets Tony – a subtle premonition that meeting him launches her “coming of age”?), leading up to the oh-so-dramatic finale when Tony is killed, where she wears a full red dress. Just as her character has become a woman through the experience in the story, so the red dress symbolizes the change from the innocent young girl in white in the beginning of the story.

Costumes define the characters. Think of how different Percy in his gold outfit at the ball, with Percy in his cape, with Percy disguised as the hunchback (with stubble and sans pouf. Sighhhhhh….moving along…). Think of Chauvelin in his all-black ensemble. Frank Churchill’s rather over-the-top outfits in the 2009 Emma (another fascinating interview on costumes if you have the DVD!!!).  Mrs. Gibson’s outlandish outfits in Wives and Daughters. If you keep your eye open for it, there are so many extra layers added to a story just in what the character is wearing and what color it is and what the costume’s like and whether it’s confining or loose and flowing or stiff and uptight.

Well, hope you all enjoyed this wee lecture. And now for your assignment. Heheheee. Think of a favorite costume drama (or film in general, I won’t fail your test if it isn’t a technical costume drama) and really think about the costumes in it that a particular character wears. Can you see their wardrobe change as the story progresses? Have you noticed this before in other films? I’d love to hear and discuss your opinions!

And thank you again, Maria Elisabeth!       


Alexandra is twenty-three years old and passionate about everything in life. She is a Christian, a homeschool graduate (Class of 06!), daughter, sister to ten siblings, and piano teacher. While the sun rises and sets on The Scarlet Pimpernel, her biggest obsession in life, her other non-TSP obsessions include reading voraciously (classics are her specialty), singing, musical theatre, Doctor Who, playing the piano, anything and everything British, talking, accents (Scottish in particular), costume reproduction, and costume dramas in general. 
She blogs about costume dramas, musicals, costume reproduction, classic literature and everything historical related at Of Trims and Frills and Furbelows, and about everything else in her life (yes, she do have one) at The Value of One, where, despite her best efforts, a bit of The Scarlet Pimpernel always manages to wiggle itself in. She also has the enormous honor and pleasure of contributing to The Day Dream, the most awesome (in her humble opinion) TSP fansite on the web!

Monday, June 11, 2012

Will you come in the library with me?

At last you have it, the very last of my Announcements...

I am delighted to announce the opening of a wonderful new book review blog: In the Library, written by Amanda from Life With Abibliophobia and your humble servt.

In the Library
 

Being the pronounced bookworm I am, I'm so excited about the idea of a whole new blog, to be filled just with stuff about books.  Will you come and join in the fun?

Light on Broken Glass {Guest post by the Anne-girl}

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
~Anton Chekhov

Description. The tool that brings the scene to life. Description is extremely important. I didn't use to think so. I always thought that description was when an author either couldn't think of anything substantial to say, was having too much fun stringing words together and making pictures. Oh sure, description was fun, even occasionally easy to write but I didn't see it as important.


Then I started writing the book I'm working on currently, A Legend of Honesty, and as I was trying to convey the characters' emotions and impressions I found that describing the world around them as they saw worked best. Description, I found, takes the heartbreak, or suspense, or beauty of a scene and enhances it.


So the question is, how do I write good description?


First of all eliminate the word was in description as much as possible. Not altogether Sometimes it is necessary, but as a general rule don't say "The sun was shining with a white, unforgiving light." say instead "The sun withheld forgiveness in its glare, white and staring it beat on their bent heads with a sort of triumph."


See the second sentence gives you much more of a feel for the characters' emotions, you get the sense that these are defeated people defeated to the point that even the sun seems against them. The word was can be annoying to a reader. "The moon was cold and distant. " The sky was blue." The air was hot and rich with summer scents." Of course such and such was! if they weren't you wouldn't be telling us!


Also to return to the quote at the beginning, don't say the obvious. Of course the moon is shining, what else would it be doing? Of course the sky is blue, instead of pointing that out remind me that it's blueness comes from the reflected ocean. Instead tell me about the effect the moon has on your character or the effect of what your character is feeling has on his perception of the moon.

"The moon going red with reflected flames."

This brings me to something else. Freezing the moment. Possibly the whole key to writing good description is freezing the moment. When a character has just been betrayed  and his whole world in in ruins around him it somehow makes the scene more real if you stop and let the reader know that there is a robin building its nest over in that tree, even though the world is in ashes for the character.

"The glaze creeping over his eyes as he tried to shut out the hate that showed in the farmer's eyes. The green of the grass remaining peaceful through the mayhem. "


Perhaps you noticed that both these examples were written in present tense? I find that this thing I call stop and go writing is the best form of conveying a flash back. What you do is you let your character remember but each sentence is a different remembered feeling, sight, or sensation. All written in present tense.


Here's a bit to let you know what I'm talking about.

 Eric slipping from his back and the cold impression of where his body had been.  The fight racing red and tangy across his brain. The blood pounding through his veins, the battle cry rising in his throat. The opening appearing like a breaking wave. Signaling his boys to go. Seeing the guard reaching for Eric. Flinging himself from the horse. His brain going blank and his sight narrowing to Eric’s limp form. His feet pounding the ground. His hands reaching his body lunging. The last desperate upward plunge. Toward Eric, toward the rescue that loomed golden above all other adventures.

Another cool way of doing description is when something really exciting is happening making everything go in slow motion. That guard reaching to grab the fallen hero and ride away with him? Make everything but the outstretched glove fade away and all other sounds be blocked out but the roar of hooves. Let the reader's vision narrow to a point. And then just to be tricky let your next sentence describe the whole scene likening it to a swarm of angry bees or a wave of reckless bravery, jerking your reader upright and forcing him to remember that other things are going on around the character in question.


Also, bring in a man with a gun. Don't use old cliches. Yeah, it's true that the spring world can be bursting with life and song but I think your reader would prefer to be informed that the world had decided it wasn't dead after all and was giving a party to commemorate the decision.


Give inanimate objects emotions and personalities. Remember the unforgiving sun at the beginning? Well you can also write about sulky streams and pouting mud puddles. It all depends on your character's mood. Annoyed at the world? Then even the brook and the tulip tree will look bad tempered and sulky.  Is she feeling fanciful? Make sure the mud puddles pout and the driftwood scolds the sea shells.


Wishing you all lots of lighted up broken glass and shiny moons, with thanks to Maria Elisabeth for letting me do this and congratulations for her Blogiversary, I remain respectfully yours,

The Annegirl   

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Why I read Jane Austen {Guest post by Hayden}

I like to think of myself as "the impartial Jane Austen Fan". Why? Well, I've never really been influenced by anyone in my regard for her. I started reading (and enjoying!) her novels all by myself, before I knew about her fan clubs, conventions, and movies. I didn't even know anyone else who had read her books!

At the same time, I wouldn't call myself a "Janeite" (am I the only one who finds that title a little creepy? Being a writer myself, I wonder if I wrote a book popular enough to be handed down through the centuries, would my fans call themselves "Hayden-ites"??? Wierd. How would Jane feel if she could know? I have a feeling she'd roll her eyes and say something witty about it to keep herself from becoming uncomfortable.) I like Jane Austen's books -some of them I even love- but I'm not obsessed. I just enjoy them.

But why? I certainly don't like them because they're romances. They're not. Don't EVER call a book by Jane Austen a romance. Please don't. First of all, Jane would not approve (she even said she could never write a serious romance to save her life- well, actually, the quote was she "couldn't write a romance under any motive *other* than to save her life"....I'm starting to go off on a Jane Austen quoting tangent. I'll stop before I become tiresome.)

Here, I'll prove it to you: I even looked up the word. Romance: 1) a medieval tale based on legend, adventure, or the supernatural 2) a prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place and usu. heroic, adventurous, or mysterious. 3) a love story

Well, the first definition's out- that definition is for a tale of medieval chivalry. The second? Well, Miss Austen's characters are imaginary, certainly! And the time they take place in is different from our own- although all classics are. Jane Austen didn't write about the past; it's just that the passing of time has nowadays placed her stories in a historical time frame. However, I wouldn't call them "adventurous" "heroic" or "mysterious". They are too down-to-earth. In fact, the only novel that approaches the "mysterious" description (Northanger Abbey) is a satire that laughs at itself and critizes, not fiction, but the reader who cannot distinguish between it and real life.


Oh, dear. There's the third definition. "A love story". Jane Austen has that, doesn't she?
Yes. She does. Jane Austen's books have romance in them. But *being* a romance and having romance *in* them are two very different things. Yes, Miss Austen's books are love stories. But it would be incorrect to say that is all they are. Her books are about people, and all of the relationships they face. That includes "romantic" ones, but it does not leave out others. We see fathers and daughters, mothers and daughters, sisters and sisters, sister and brothers and friendships that bother flounder and steady. We see dealings with unwanted company, annoying relatives and even bullies (John Thorpe, anyone?). When I think of a romance, I think of a book that focuses on a specific romantic relationship. Though I must say that Pride and Prejudice approaches this, as well as Persuasion, that is not always the case in Jane Austen's books. Sense and Sensibility, for example, focuses on the interactions between sisters Elinor and Marianne to the point of neglecting the romantic relationships. The one character who could be deemed "romantic" and "mysterious" at the beginning turns out to be a bad guy we end up all hating. (If you do *not* hate Willoughby [did you notice I dropped the "Mr"? He's not deserving of that title!!!] by the end of the book [again, notice I did not say "the end of the '95 movie"] please leave a comment and I will answer you back and you WILL dislike him. I will MAKE you dislike him!!! Okay. End of rant. Let us continue.)

Jane Austen's books show the folly of infatuations (Sense and Sensibility), the rewards of standing your ground (Mansfield Park), and the journey we go through learning from our mistakes (Emma). Evil always loses in Jane Austen's world. Everyone gets their just desserts. Though Jane Austen never preaches or talks much about God in her novels, Biblical principles play out in her stories. You'll never see ungodliness "pay off" and be seen as acceptable. The romantic elements are always kept clean. (I don't think there's even one kiss in the entire lot of them!) Yes, her novels often include scandals- elopement, children born out of wedlock, and even adultury. But these are always dealt with tactfully and are never, EVER seen as "okay". Her characters *are* imaginary- but the struggles they face are not. The heroes are not perfect anymore than the heroines are. They deal with pride, jealousy, impulsiveness, shyness, and even meddling. Yet, they work to overcome these faults. (though I admit I am under the impression Emma Woodhouse, er, Knightley will be matchmaking till the end of her days, despite her promise to do otherwise...)



No, her novels are not perfect. They can't be because Jane Austen herself was not. But she truly had a talent for writing about people and the situations they find themselves in.

And who doesn't enjoy that?

Hayden is a recent homeschool graduate and period drama/classic literature/history/Scarlet Pimpernel fan. Most of all, however, she is a follower of Jesus Christ. You can find her blog at: Storygirl.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Standing at the Brink {Guest Post by Elizabeth Rose}

lane"The beginning is the most important part of the work."
— Plato

Beginnings are hard places, and the emotions they carry with them are hard to capture on a piece of paper. I always imagine a new beginning like a large, brightly-wrapped package with mysterious contents. You feel sure that this gift will contain wondrous opportunities and experiences that one thousand words could not describe . . . but you refuse to open it. Like Pandora's box, it could just as easily bring disease instead of health, heartache instead of happiness, and tears instead of smiles. There is no way to know, and we are forced to either live our lives never knowing what could have happened or take the plunge and find out.

Writing is an experience that can be related to life in so many ways. Right at this moment, Bree and I are plotting a new story idea. Nothing like a new book has the power to put me in this hurricane of emotions, especially when I have no idea whether it will be destined to remain a distant memory on my Mac or turn into a worldwide best-seller. It is like walking on sacred ground — Azin is the sort of girl who trembles at a rustle in the leaves, and one must learn about her in a slow, roundabout manner, rather than asking questions directly. Her heart is so torn up from the experiences of her childhood that she cannot speak about them for long bouts of time, and must be tempted with multiple cups of tea before she begins speaking at all. It can be a trying process.

Nearly every day this week I have sat down with Cosette (my Mac ;)), intent on typing up that intimidating Chapter One that decides straight away the destiny of your story . . . only to be forced to close down Microsoft Office Word and turn away with a reluctant and discouraged sigh. Azin's head is not open often — although she is growing less timid by the day — and you have to catch her at just the right moment. In my case, the elusive present that could bring either joy or pain is not just mysterious: it's missing. I know it is somewhere — I can sense that something wonderful is just at my fingertips — but no matter how hard I look, I cannot find it. And here I stand, caught between the desire to write, the knowledge that a new idea is just blooming, and the despair that I will never be able to begin.

The proverbial brink is a frightening and lonesome place at which to be. No one stands behind me, tensing their muscles to push me over; I am alone, with only the wind above me and waves below me for company. My choice must be entirely my own, and the results, whether good or bad, will be on my shoulders alone. Of course, I can always back swiftly away, turning homeward to the small cottage of Familiarity. But even those well-worn walls and floors cannot contain me or my imagination forever. The things that once seemed so lovely and comforting now look dull and pale. I am forced back to the edge of the cliff out of sheer need, my heart longing for a change. And once more, I am faced with the choice: do I dare to jump into the waves of the unknown?

There's only one way to find out.

"My name is Azin." The girl said no more, and even those four words were spoken with some measure of hesitation, as if she questioned their validity.

Elizabeth Rose is an admitted bookworm and writer, and wouldn't have it any other way. An ideal afternoon in her mind is one spent in some cozy nook with a cup of hot tea and a good book, the thicker the better. Since childhood she has been facinated with words on a page and the power they have to transport the reader to another world. In May 2012 she was priviledged to be able to self-publish her first book, Violets Are Blue. She still sleeps with books in her bed, stays up way too late, quotes period dramas, and has an undending love for Sir Percy Blakeney. Most importantly, Elizabeth is a follower of the Most High and endeavors to live every day of her life to His glory. You can find her on Literary Lane, most likely with a book in hand and ink on her fingers.

Friday, June 8, 2012

The Heroine Check-list: How to have an adventure {Guest post by Rachel}

"But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way."
So says Jane Austen at the beginning of one of her drollest, wittiest, funniest novels: Northanger Abbey.

Every one of us--from me, to you, to Catherine Moreland--long to be a heroine. I know I'm not the only one who walks through the woods with her head in the clouds quoting Mr. Darcy's proposal. I mean, honestly. Implanted deep into the soul of every woman is a desire to be cherished, loved, treated tenderly. Besides that, a good many of us always keep a weather eye out for a sign of any adventure on the horizon.

We find it easy to bemoan our lot. There are forty surrounding families, all of whom are dull as powder and insipid and not clever or charming and haven't any sort of an accent and are poor as Job's turkey anyway! What's a girl to do? Life goes on at the sweet, slow pace, or else runs us through the ringer with the break-neck speed in which it passes.

So how can we go from Run-of-the-mill to Heroine? Here's a 15-item Check-list to Becoming a Heroine! :)

1. Break into song at random moments and wait for a chap "to finish your duet"
2. Conduct yourself like a heroine. This doesn't mean flirtation. This means modestly, wisdom, expertise.
3. Speak in a British accent. In public.
4. Read. A lot. A whole lot.
5. And imitate the girls you read about. Esther Summerson? Amy Dorrit? You'll be hard pressed to find better role-models
6. Let the men be heroes. Let them give you their spot in line, open doors for you, carry things for you, etc.
7. Walk in the rain.
8. Keep an eye out for adventure and respond accordingly
9. Faint now and then
10. Wear flowers in your hair
11. Learn archery
12. Learn an accomplishment such as singing, drawing, playing, falling down hills right as a hero comes along, or matchmaking.
13. Leave notes everywhere you go
14. Practice making witty comebacks
15. Keep in mind the Story you're a part of. The Story the Lord is writing for this whole mad, merry, world.
 
 
 
Hello everyone! I'm Rachel Heffington--a writer, blogger, Christian, sister of eight, and a Lass of All Trades. I love to read, take road-trips, sing, take walks, laugh--a lot--, play volleyball, travel, watch movies, quote movies, drool over period-drama costumes, and of course write. :) I also happen to be a moderately-organized person which means I have three blogs: one I write with my sister, Sarah (Our Family View From Us Two), one for my writing (The Inkpen Authoress) and one of my own wherein I chronicle my life, hopes, dreams, trials, and joys as a stay-at-home daughter. (A Butcher, A Baker, A Candlestick Maker) So stop on by and visit me one of these days! I love visitors and I love comments! :)

Thursday, June 7, 2012

The glorious first-anniversary post

My dear friends, this is a most important occaison....

*Drumroll please.*

It is....

*Long, drawn out pause*

Miss Georgiana Darcy's first blog anniversary!

*Thunderous applause*

Thank you, thank you, ladies and - (are there any gentlemen around here?)

Anyways, thank you, everyone who clapped. (You did clap, didn't you?)

And while I am thanking people I will say thank you to everyone who made my first year blogging on Miss Georgiana Darcy so much fun.

Where shall I begin?  Yes, Mr. Dickens, I will commence at the commencement.

Last year I had just gotten fed up with a wordpress blog that never worked (and I never had anything to write on it.)  Blogging was boring and I was done with it for good.

Or so I thought.  Lazily poking around one of the few blogs I still read I came across Old-Fashioned Charm and from there to Elegance of Fashion, Regency Delight, and all the other lovely period drama blogs there were then.  Delighted with what I saw, I immediately changed my mind and broke my resolution.  In a fit of midsummer madness I began this blog.

And I actually liked it.  As a matter of fact, I've enjoyed this year of real blogging tremendously.  I've learned new things, read new things, watched new things and made a great deal of delightful new friends.  As a matter of fact, I'd like to fly you all out to Ontario for a real celebration.  But since I can't, we are having our own little party on here and I would like to start with a round of thank-yous.

And cake, of course.  How will this one do?
Or this one?
Or do I?

 First of all, thank you to Miss Laurie, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and Miss Melody, for introducing me to the fact that there were such things as period drama blogs and inspiring me to start my own.  I am ever in your debt.  I'd give you chocolate, only I don't have it. 

And thank you to all 98 of my google friend connect followers, all 9 of my email followers and all the number-not-specified amount of lurkers.  (I know you're there.  I used to lurk blogs too.  Come on, don't be shy.)


Just to make the party more fun, I found chocolate for all of you.  A party is a party, but a party with chocolate....


See?  Now you can have your keyboard and eat it too!
Then thank you especially to everybody who comments.  Blogging without getting comments is like saying something in a room full of people... and having just silence.  Are they stunned?  Or shocked at what I said?  Or bored? Or are they all trying to control their tempers?  So thank you very much and I found something delightful for you. 


Then thank you to all of the bloggers who constantly inspire me.  You are such dears...
...and I think I want to give a bouquet to each of you.
There is nothing better than a friend, except a friend with chocolate.

 And thank you to the bloggers who talked about Dickens so much that I finally got interested.  Without you I would have gone on thinking he was boring and gloomy.  You have saved me from a sad fate.

Talking about sad fates, can you imagine how miserable my life would have been (okay, so I'm being melodramatic.  Your point?) if no one had told me to watch The Scarlet Pimpernel 1982?  And if I never knew about the sequels?  It's sad just thinking about it...

Since we are on the subject of TSP, I would like to give a hearty thank you to everyone who participated in the comment war two months ago.  I like comments wars; really, they're a lot of fun.  And, unbeknownst to you, your 77 comments on that one post checked off one thing on my bucket list.  I feel so grateful to you that I want to give you all a copy - signed by the author - of The Scarlet Pimpernel.  Although that sounds like I'm trying to continue the war, and, since I'm really too busy for commenting so much, I'll just offer a Miss-Austen-signed copy of Pride and Prejudice to anyone who would prefer. :P

And then last, but not at all least, thank you to all the kindred spirits for making blogging so much fun. I'm not saying names, because I think you probably know if you are (if you don't know, you can ask me :D), but I'd like to give a hug to all of you. 
This kind of hug will have to do for now.

Now that I've come to the end of my thank-yous, I'll just pop in and say that the fun's not over. As part of the celebration, (and since you've been listening to me chatter for a whole year you really need a break) over the next week there will be guest posts by some the wonderful, kindred-spirit bloggers that have inspired me over the past year. So prepare for some more delightful fun!

The boring fine print: All pictures are not mine. All candy in the pictures are not mine either. So unfortunately I can't give it to you. That's a great pity.

Friday, June 1, 2012

First announcement...

1. I just signed up for Camp Nanowrimo

2. It seems I have to have a cabin full of kindred spirits, so would any of you care to join me?  My username is Miss Georgiana.

3. I've also joined the June Crusade at Scribblings of My Pen and Tappings of My Keyboard.



Manic Mother
 

4. Writing so much, I will not have as much time to read other people's blogs, so don't be surprised if I don't comment.

5. However, I will still be blogging.

6. I like blogging about writing, but I like things to be done Decently and in Pretty Good Order.

7. Enter my new blog:
Go on there and tell me what you think!  And stay tuned for all the other announcements!
Sincerely,
Your Busy Writer


P.S. Two vidoes that I can't help sharing with you:
 You know I homeschool, but do you know how hazardous it actually is?


Completely random, but that guy is a great actor.  And he has an adorable little brother.

And for all us of Camp Nano-ers, if you think we have it busy, look what he's suggesting!



And one more thing:
What American accent do you have?
Your Result: North Central
"North Central" is what professional linguists call the Minnesota accent. If you saw "Fargo" you probably didn't think the characters sounded very out of the ordinary. Outsiders probably mistake you for a Canadian a lot.
The West
The Midland
Boston
The Inland North
The South
Philadelphia
The Northeast
What American accent do you have?
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Outsiders probably mistake me for a Canadian a lot!  Well, no wonder. :D