Sustained Criticism

I'm currently reclining (once again entirely without the grace my general apparel and philosophy calls for), with a glass of champagne in my hand. And there's strawberries somewhere, I just have to find them. I love this family's occasional tendencies towards extravagance.

Wine and English should indeed be served daily. In the event that there is no good wine to be procured, a good champagne will, of course, suffice. I should've put on my delightful gloves for this, Darlings. Did I say I bought a pair of absolutely lovely 3/4 - or just about elbow length - gloves, made of the finest leather and lined with silk? Well, Darlings, consider yourself informed, until I return bearing pictures.

I'm struck by the urge to don gloves, cloves and hats again, Darlings. I really do need a pair of elbow-length gloves, preferably in to-die-for black leather.

I need to don the hat and the red purse. Squee!

And Fortnum and Mason make beautiful teacups, I would absolutely love the "Queen of Hearts" one. Seen to the right, if you enlarge the picture. They come in hatboxes, for goodness' sake. Hatboxes, darlings! I'm quite sure this is where I'm meant to be shopping. Not to mention spending time.

And I need to learn Russian, in order to read the Russian authors properly, and French for the sheer amount of aggravation it caused me not to know it.

PS. My new LJ-affair lies in"Refinement" (I advise clicking that name, 'tis a link).