Sunday's Downton Abbey Finale seems to have put to bed (pun intended) the dramatic tension surrounding Lady Mary Crawley's "to die for" night of unbridled passion in the arms of the knee weakening Mister Pamuk.
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I've never been quite so "Awww..." stricken as I was when Mary's Daddy advises that she go to New York (now you're speaking my post-bastage-chucking language!) or that she "find a Cowboy in the Middle West & bring him back to shake us up a bit." I'll have the Earl of Grantham melt please.
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| "Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover" |
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So how does one get that look? That come-hither, look at what a filthy cad I am, I'll be throwing you against the wall later, glance. Well . . . well apparently with the Revolutionary Costume below!
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| "Here comes the sun. Here comes the sun ... Little Darlin" |
"The indistinctness of the sexes," amorist scholars agree, "is seductive." Sirens deliberately traded on the appeal of the androgyne. Venetian courtesans wore pants under their overskirts and adopted a "masculine mode" of behavior and lifestyle.
Betsy Prioleau, Seductress: Women Who Ravished the World and Their Lost Art of Lovea
So there. By golly Lady Sybil. We've settled it. Jodhpurs, Ascots . . . add to basket!
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You know what else makes my pulse quicken and my heart go pitter-patter with each and every onscreen appearance? Perhaps the title of our Downton Abbey inspired board will betray my new (5,000 volume) crush.
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"Remember, this is not just the end
of a long war. But it is the dawn
of a new age. God bless you all."
That's right! A Toast to the ridiculously gorgeous Library at Highclere Castle. I am completely bewitched with you. And with the courage and optimism of Lord Grantham . . .
a"Remember, this is not just the end
of a long war. But it is the dawn
of a new age. God bless you all."
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