Regency knees
Second week in a row, and I've managed to make the bus just in time. I can see it a block off from the crest of a hill, and if I run (and the lights are with me) I can just about hop on in time.
And a good thing, too. My knees (more important than you'd think in belly-dancing) are achy. It might just be the intense cold of the past couple of days, and the fact that our office, usually a boiler room, has been frigid lately. But still. Owkneesow. And owbackow from hunching over a desk doing fancy things with letters. And owhandow from the same thing. My style is improving nicely, I think, though the 's' and the 'g' in Carolingian are a stone bitch. My 'w' also looks like a mutant. Next week we get to cut and rule our final project. I'm thinking some Austen quotes would be fun. And maybe some colored huge capitals to pretty it up.
I've found myself holding my breath when the instructor comes near me. She's a lovely, artistic woman with very birdlike mannerisms and a great enthusiasm for the art of calligraphy, but lord, she needs some deoderant. Phew!
I think I've managed to get to the point in my Georgette Heyer fixation (helped immensely by a biography I found in Suzallo) where I can slow my voracious reading and sit back and analyze her style, her subjects, and what about them that fascinate me. The bio has some points that I'll want to validate with my own research (namely, that because she really didn't understand the medieval mindset, her novels set in earlier time periods were much more stilted than the Regency period, which she liked less, but understood better.) I've read the one Georgian novel, which is a much more overblown period, in manners, fashion and style, than the very restrained Regency period, and I really prefer the Regency.
I think I forsee a little bit of historical research coming up. Previously, I'd gotten up to the Hanovers in British history, dismissed them as dead boring (esp. compared to, say, Bonnie Prince Charlie or William of Orange) and migrated across the Atlantic for a thorough grounding in American history (both the US and Canada, though I'm a bit shakier with Canada.)
And a good thing, too. My knees (more important than you'd think in belly-dancing) are achy. It might just be the intense cold of the past couple of days, and the fact that our office, usually a boiler room, has been frigid lately. But still. Owkneesow. And owbackow from hunching over a desk doing fancy things with letters. And owhandow from the same thing. My style is improving nicely, I think, though the 's' and the 'g' in Carolingian are a stone bitch. My 'w' also looks like a mutant. Next week we get to cut and rule our final project. I'm thinking some Austen quotes would be fun. And maybe some colored huge capitals to pretty it up.
I've found myself holding my breath when the instructor comes near me. She's a lovely, artistic woman with very birdlike mannerisms and a great enthusiasm for the art of calligraphy, but lord, she needs some deoderant. Phew!
I think I've managed to get to the point in my Georgette Heyer fixation (helped immensely by a biography I found in Suzallo) where I can slow my voracious reading and sit back and analyze her style, her subjects, and what about them that fascinate me. The bio has some points that I'll want to validate with my own research (namely, that because she really didn't understand the medieval mindset, her novels set in earlier time periods were much more stilted than the Regency period, which she liked less, but understood better.) I've read the one Georgian novel, which is a much more overblown period, in manners, fashion and style, than the very restrained Regency period, and I really prefer the Regency.
I think I forsee a little bit of historical research coming up. Previously, I'd gotten up to the Hanovers in British history, dismissed them as dead boring (esp. compared to, say, Bonnie Prince Charlie or William of Orange) and migrated across the Atlantic for a thorough grounding in American history (both the US and Canada, though I'm a bit shakier with Canada.)
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I have and have read a number of her stories. I copntinue to maintain I don't like them. But I continue to read them, as Gillian will attest!
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