|Oh, Mr. Crawley--do stop smoldering...|
Downton Abbey makes me want to tie back my hair with a rose colored velvet ribbon and speak to my husband in hushed dulcet tones. I love the order and elegance of everyday life, mixed in with healthy doses of jealous machinations and thwarted love. Not to mention teatimes with clotted cream and scones, apple crumbles toasting in the oven, even the servants' lamb stew looks better than the mac'n'cheese I dish out (yet again) on an Elmo plate. Each character has their own sense of integrity (some more stellar than others) that shines through the layers of silk and tulle ladies' evening gowns as brightly as the starched cotton pinafores donned by the maids.
Obviously, I don't have a lady's maid--but on this special day celebrating LOVE, I can certainly take a moment to put my morning coffee in a lilac encrusted tea cup, exchange the yoga run-a-round pants for something fresh and crisp, pause a moment before speaking gently to my fellows, and even put pen to paper in some thoughtful correspondence to loved ones.
Downton Abbey may be filled with old school "Blue Bloods", but the romantic escape it provides? Well--that's all heart.
|Yeah, somebody's gonna get it...|
|...but not before we take a little air by the garden in our day dresses.|