A Soft Christmas
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smokingbootPretty gifts! Bee ear-rings and perfume and a bird feeder, a book of psychedelic art, a full Mtdna test kit... It was a sweet easy day.
I wish I could have contacted Mum but her phone is doing whatever her phone does. I tried a few times and will try again today.
The only way I can guarantee her happy Christmas is to spend it with her. I want to, because I won't have he forever, but this was about staying home with R for the first Christmas in our new house, to help make the place feel loved and lived in. I hope to see her in the Spring.
Saw a moment of Mary Queen of Scots. Still can't understand why the film annoys me so much. I switched on and off, just as Rizzio is being murdered, changed channels, tried again a bit later, in a scene full of fabric, where the Stewart coolly informs the Tudor of her greater right to the English throne... Well, I daresay this might have happened if the former was taught diplomacy by Christopher Walken turning up and demanding more cowbell, but I just had to switch it off. I am never going to be able to bear this film. I have no problems with Mary being depicted as the 'normal' woman albeit with regal dignity and beauty, because she probably was; Elizabeth was the one who grew up in the shadow of a morbid pathology. But I can't stand all that muslin floating around, plus the inevitable pitting of one woman against another in terms of beauty, wedlock, and childbirth. It mattered a lot at the time, I guess, but to me this depiction of it is a bit like that Britney/Madonna thing Me Against The Music. All it needed was bamboo and a bowler hat. And I'd still have hated it.
Last week of the year, last week of the decade. There is much to think about. But for now, yesterday's softness is still with me, and very little is going to be happening in this house today. It's all good.
I wish I could have contacted Mum but her phone is doing whatever her phone does. I tried a few times and will try again today.
The only way I can guarantee her happy Christmas is to spend it with her. I want to, because I won't have he forever, but this was about staying home with R for the first Christmas in our new house, to help make the place feel loved and lived in. I hope to see her in the Spring.
Saw a moment of Mary Queen of Scots. Still can't understand why the film annoys me so much. I switched on and off, just as Rizzio is being murdered, changed channels, tried again a bit later, in a scene full of fabric, where the Stewart coolly informs the Tudor of her greater right to the English throne... Well, I daresay this might have happened if the former was taught diplomacy by Christopher Walken turning up and demanding more cowbell, but I just had to switch it off. I am never going to be able to bear this film. I have no problems with Mary being depicted as the 'normal' woman albeit with regal dignity and beauty, because she probably was; Elizabeth was the one who grew up in the shadow of a morbid pathology. But I can't stand all that muslin floating around, plus the inevitable pitting of one woman against another in terms of beauty, wedlock, and childbirth. It mattered a lot at the time, I guess, but to me this depiction of it is a bit like that Britney/Madonna thing Me Against The Music. All it needed was bamboo and a bowler hat. And I'd still have hated it.
Last week of the year, last week of the decade. There is much to think about. But for now, yesterday's softness is still with me, and very little is going to be happening in this house today. It's all good.
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Date: 2019-12-26 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-27 10:22 am (UTC)I saw The Favourite, and that was, as you say, fabulous. Olivia Coleman being the strange dullard on the throne, and all that love and power...
The last shot with the rabbits still has me confused though.
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Date: 2019-12-27 01:26 pm (UTC)I'd have to see it again (and much as I admired it, I have little desire to do so) but out of context, the narrator in me says allusion to Queen Anne's childlessness and subsequent importation of a German line.