That’s when I would find out that yes, they did get their PhD in physics, back when women were barely allowed in college, and as a matter of fact, it was them who single-handedly oversaw the Capitol renovation, and technically they do they an individual birthday party for every single person in the city every year, but they have so much help, you know? Besides, everybody loves a birthday, and it’s just no trouble at all to throw one.
Inspiring tales from Kelly Williams Brown, who’s also written a long-form essay on the rodeo queens (even harder work than the beauty queen circuit), and a spot-on spoof of House of Cards.
I like these women best though – this is how my school raised us to be.
If you’re new to stumbling across these posts (welcome!), you may not know of my longing to be a shirt woman.
This was re-ignited by seeing Ann + Elizabeth on Friday; they are definitely shirt women.
Luckily here comes Maison Lebiche to the rescue, with their delicate embroidery as secret code on sweatshirts and collars. Images from the MB Instagram account.
I don’t know who Lady Stern is/was, but there’s something about the no-nonsense gaze and stack of books, combined with the comfort of that rug, vase of flowers and cornflower suit that I can get behind. Portrait by Lance Cattermole, an artist who lived till he was 94 (1898 – 1992); his style reminds me of Enslin du Plessis.
Photo via Art UK, the renamed website of Your Paintings and the Public Catalogue Foundation. It’s a free website, dedicated to cataloguing all the public art across Britain, much of it held in provincial museums, fire stations and council buildings and provides a fascinating social history survey of a time between 1890 and 1960 when local pride and a belief in the inspiring powers of art were strong.
How brave would you feel with these tigers on your chest? Love this piece which Tessa Perlow did for herself (pic from her Instagram), but I also like this tranquil still life she posted:
Some people think that Much Ado About Nothing is the second half of a pair of Shakespeare plays called Love Labour’s Lost and Love’s Labour Won, others that Love’s Labour Won was another play now lost, or that it was never ever written but only advertised on a playbill.
One of the problems for those who prefer the Much Ado theory is that it features completely different characters, but the RSC has found a clever gloss on this, which is to cast them as before and after the First World War. This adds a poignancy to Love’s Labour Lost, which is usually a play that like The Taming of the Shrew can feel irredeemably anachronistic, and an extra note of tragedy to Much Ado, adding a ground bass to the delightful sparring of Beatrice and Benedict above.
I’ve booked tickets for both and I can’t wait. Photos from the RSC website here and here.
A beautifully illustrated children’s book with pictures by Madalena Matoso.
Each page has its own caption, from the mundane to the profound. Rubbers rub out and computers slow down.
Fringes grow, ice-creams melt and thread sews.
Hard things become easier, new goals appear, people turn pink and books turn yellow, and the hands of the clock turn again.
Available here, all images from the website.
I love this wrapping paper by Dinara Mirtalipova – another seller through Etsy. Her style reminds me of this and this.
You know you’re getting comfortably middle-aged when you start thinking tea towels would be a nice gift (or re-usable wrapping paper), or that your idea of an internet shopping splurge is a cherry tree (only £12.99!), or maybe a pear.
Berry teatowels by Emily Gilmore via her Etsy shop; Otomi teatowels also via Etsy but found on Cup of Jo. Also check out Emily’s beautiful berry paintings on her Instagram page.
A covet-inducing auction that ends tomorrow – read more here. Fleur by Rene Grau (image from Pinterest) and from the sound of it another girl-crush.
More autumn reading? I also saw this in New York and sort of regret holding off buying it. The cover might be carefully designed to appeal to current taste but the writing seems good (funny, well-paced, rhythmic) & has whetted my appetite:
“However the table is arranged!” the Count would exclaim. “Delightful conversation! I’ll have you know, dear sister, that careless seating has torn asunder the best of marriages and ended the longest of detentes. In fact, if Paris had not been seated next to Helen when he dined at the court of Menaleus there would never have been a Trojan war.”
A charming rejoinder, no doubt, reflected the Count from across the passage of the years. But where were the Obolenskys and the Minsky-Polotovs now?
With Hector and Achilles.
“Your table is ready, Count Rostov.”
“Ah. Thank you, Andrey.”