I know I was pretending to be French only just a few days ago and I was committed to being a la francaise this summer (please REJOICE in my total mangling and inappropriate uses of French phrases!!), but then the pendulum swung back and now I find that I am a faux Brit again. I think it's really best if you learn never to depend upon me, and or believe anything I say. It will be easier on all of us in the long run.
My mom and stepdad just recently came back from a wee sojourn to England. I'll leave out the part wherein I was very disappointed to discover that they were not hiding a ticket just for me, but I will include the part where the list of things I was screeching at my mama to bring back for me was flying so fast and furious, she had to take notes.
~a new set of dollhouse people (old fashionedy ones)
~anything from the Liberty of London store
~a tea set kind of like the ones in the Sherlock Holmes show. Not the Cumberbatch version, but the Jeremy Brett version of Sherlock Holmes. Come on peeps, aren't you familiar with his tea service? I think it can best be described as "manly chinoiserie".
~ any kind of old children's book, preferably fairy tales, and you know, Britishy and what not.
~cookbooks, any kind
If you ask me, my list was RESTRAINED. I could have thought of a LOT more!
But we did get some tea! There's always tea. We got a trio of tiny tea tins from Fortnum & Mason and I'm quite delighted with the box, the presentation, and the little tea cans, which I will keep forever. (And by forever, what that really means is.....until the next cleaning frenzy hits)
I haven't tried the 'Afternoon Blend' yet because it's been too hot, but I'm very excited about it and I'll let you know how it is when I have some.
Fortnum & Mason Demerara Shortbread Fingers that claim to be from Scotland, and he HOARDED it and I only had one cookie and it was after the box had been opened for over a week and it was a bit stale. (i HAZ a BIG SAD about this.)
a real hardcover book about it and here's another that says it's the official guidebook.)
Are you familiar? I think I SHALL PROBABLY FAINT when I see it in real life someday.
My ma didn't actually see it, the line was 3 hours long. I would have stood in that line. But she did get me this lovely book, which shows off plenty of amazing from the dolls' house.
Did you know it was not intended to be a child's plaything? It was created as some ode to British engineering and workmanship. LOOK AT THE SITTING ROOM. I would like a sitting room like that! I took a pic of the kitchen, but it came out blurry. It's very 'Downton Abbey'. LOOK AT THE TINY TEA TOWELS, all wrapped up with string and ribbons in little individual bundles!!!!
They are monogrammed.
My lovelies, I now know what my version of Heaven or some other magical realm is going to be like someday, in another universe. It's going to be me and Queen Mary's Dollhouse, wherein I get it all to myself and I can play with it as much as I like. Maybe I will invite one friend at a time to play with it alongside me. Or maybe it would be where I get to LIVE inside Queen Mary's Dollhouse. Both of these versions of my potential afterlife sound immensely appealing, what do you think??