How to be twee AF and like it
Hola homeslice!
I've been twee AF this week. Sketching, signing up for embroidery courses, learning cross stitch…if it weren’t for the lack of a pianoforte, I’d be highly marriageable by Jane Austen standards.
And speaking of. I’ve been blowing a gasket for several days now about the trailer for the new ‘Persuasion’ film. From the look of it, they’re repackaging one of literature’s most touching love stories as a cheeky comedy (several critics have compared it to Fleabag). Frankly, pal, I’m not here for it, and if I could get Jane Austen and Phoebe Waller-Bridge round a pub table to bitch about it, I would. Instead I’ll have to take a furious turn around the drawing room.
And to add injury to insult, I’ve sunburnt the upper right and lower left quadrants of my forehead.
Yours with an array of fine accomplishments and a griddled physiognomy,
Let’s dabble!
This week we’re going quickfire…
Forbidden fruit: I wouldn’t eat figs if I were you. Unless wasp biomass is your jam. Mmm, wasp biomass jam.
Say cheese! The history and cultural meanings of the smile.
Tweet dreams: Turns out that when birds are learning to sing, they replay the tunes in their sleep. Feel even worse now about how many my cats massacre.
Learn the lingo: This is how gender-neutral language and language learning is evolving around the world. You’ll think me flippant, but as someone who has cried over the German dative case before, I’m all for it.
Book off: How many of these 10 almost-unfinishable reads have you, er, finished?
See you at the world's end! I love an apocalypse plan, as you may remember. Here’s what you should have in your pantry if the worse comes to the worst. Fetch the wasp biomass jam!