1/28/2015

I which I prove that Mr Darcy smiles a lot

We finished watching the annual Pride and Prejudice 1995 this evening. I'm heart-broken. Honestly, I could watch it all again right now. Well, this time, what I noticed was how Mr Darcy keeps on doing those teensy-weensy smiles. Sometimes he barely moves his lips, but his eyes twinkle and that's his smile.

Who ever said Mr Darcy doesn't smile?!! Today I shall prove you wrong.


This took quite some time to put into each other, so enjoy it. :-)

1/15/2015

Pollyanna (2003) Review


See there, on the cover of the DVD, a comment of 'the Daily Mail.' They say it's 'dramatic and heartwarming.' Well. it's not. It's not dramatic, that is - it's definitely heartwarming, but not dramatic. It's the kind of fuzzy, happy, sweet, 'ahhhh' and everyone-in-the-family-enjoys-it-except-your-picky-older-brother kind of movie. But it's not really dramatic, in my opinion. But that's entirely besides the point.
 
Pollyanna is this delightful story about yet-another-bossy-aunt and yet-another-freckled-orphan. And to be honest, such stories never grow old. I could read fifty other books about chatty orphans going to strict people and then only perhaps would the idea start wearing off me. It's just a lovely, darling story.
 
The 2003 version is not a famous version, don't ask me why. I haven't seen the famous one, the Disney Hayley Mills one (since I was about six), but I know that this version will always have a special place in my heart. It's just SO adorable. Just SO sweet. It's not perfect (few things are, you know) but it's just so oh-please-see-it-so-we-can-talk-about-it-together. (Gosh, I seem to do a lot of those word-word-word things. I guess I'm in that kind of mood.)
 
Anyway, let's get to the review.
 
 
So you all know the story, right?
 
I know you do, but then you might not, so here's a synopsis à la myself. So Pollyanna, a talkative girl with the positive-est attitude a person ever had, after the loss of her father, finds herself an orphan on her way to live with her Aunt Polly, who's the kind of cliché-book-aunt, only prettier. Nancy, the blonde maid loves Pollyanna immediately, but Aunt Polly shows little love. Pollyanna doesn't notice that, and treats all her punishments as rare treats. It's hilarious. Then Pollyanna meets old Mr Pendleton, an old scruffy mysterious man, and matches him with Aunt Polly, thinking they were lovers in their youth. But it ain't so, and Pollyanna has more girlish adventures along the way of finding her aunts old lover, which includes an injury, calfs-foot-jelly and a beggar boy called Jimmy Bean.
 
There, what a synopsis! I'm dashed proud. :-P
 
 
I've not a clue what the actress-who-played-Pollyanna (there I did that again)'s name is, but she did a pretty good job. Sometimes I thought she kind of just SAID her lines, but then I realised the way she did it was SO Pollyanna-ish, and I perished the thought. Pollyanna was such a darling. It's like, she's SO sweet that it's almost depressing. :-)
 
She had red hair. In the book she was a dirty blonde. Yeah. 'Tis nothing.
 
What I love the most about Pollyanna is her glad-game. It's so adorable, how she teaches it to random city-people. In the book however, she continues to play her glad-game (which is a game where one finds something happy in everything that passes your life and it all started when she got a pair of crutches for her birthday and...) when she's injured, but in the movie she gives up and says that there's nothing good about being crippled. I didn't mind the non-book-accuracy, because I loved the way they did everything, and how city-people came to Aunt Polly telling her to tell Pollyanna how they were playing her game.
 
Oh, and THERE'S A SCENE WHERE POLLYANNA READS PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. It made me squeal soooo.
 
 
Ugghghghg. Aunt Polly is SUCH a mean bean. Honestly, I really admire Pollyanna for being so positive about her. I would have just felt like pouring maple syrup over that stiff, frown-y head of hers.
 
But in the end she's nicer, of course. And her Edwardian hats and blouses and skirts are very elegant indeed, they are. Amanda Burton did a good job. I loved how she found Pollyanna's energetic-ism so tiring. At one point Pollyanna was doing her lessons, reading something loudly and with great gusto (not P&P, that was another scene) and Aunt Polly mobbed her forehead with a white hanky and murmured, 'I didn't know being read to was so tiring.'
 
And she and the doctor... so sweet.
 
 
Nancy!
 
I loved how they portrayed Nancy in here! I'm kind of glad they didn't make her like the weird, Cockney, kind of empty-headed Nancy in the book. She was very pretty and kind and graceful and had a beautiful golden kind of voice which I'd love to possess. And you know what they did in the movie? They put in a Nancy-romance! Yes!
 
The romance between Nancy and the servant Tim was SO ADORABLE. I personally didn't care that much for Tim, but yet it was adorable. My favourite scenes were the Nancy-Tim ones, I must admit. I told you I have this thing for romantic scenes.
 
 
Tim, as I said, was not someone I'd rave over, but he was a great character. Boyish, funny, a bit bashful, always talking about machines (which bored the ladies to death). My favourite non-Nancy part with him was where he tried to convince his mistress to buy a car.
 
Tim: 'I was just telling your lovely Pollyanna that the motorcar is the future.'
Aunt Polly: 'I seem to remember you once telling me the Titanic was the future.'
 
He was so funny, the way he kept on talking about the motorcar.
 
 
Mr Pendleton. He was sour and cross, just like he should have been. Kenneth Cranham did a very good job indeed. I loved it when he adopts Pollyanna's orphan beggar friend, Jimmy Bean (who's SUCH a sweet boy, by the way). Their relationship was so cute.
 
Mr Pendleton: "Go to your room, Jimmy."
Jimmy Bean: "Which one?"
 
 
Pam Ferris as Mrs White! Her scenes were hilarious. Pollyanna knows exactly how to change her life attitude. And oh, the WAY she plays the glad game. I MUST quote.
 
Pollyanna: Here's another one- this one happened to me. A fair is coming to the village but it rained a lot so nobody can go.
Mrs White: I would be glad because.... everyone else would get wet besides me because I was confined to bed.
Pollyanna: That's not playing the game right.
Mrs White: Oh. I would be glad because.... let me think.... because the next time it came everyone would enjoy it more because they hadn't been there for the last time!
Pollyanna: Yes, exactly!
 
 
I . LOVED . THE . DOCTOR .
 
Doctor Chilton was so kind, so handsome, so sympathetic. I don't think Aunt Polly was good enough for him actually. My favourite doctor Chilton quote was, 'I'm doctor Chilton. The good one.' and, 'I hear you've cheered up Mrs White. She's also one of my less giggly patients.'
 
 
There's a deplorable lack of pictures of this movie. Honestly, why is this version so un-famous?
 
Here is a list of some other things I liked about this movie:
~ Mr Collins was in it! David Bamber was in it, that is to say. He was a pastor, again. He was very nice in here, I liked him - especially when he said how unsuitable he found the idea of Sunday school on a Monday. And when he picked up Pollyanna's dog and played with him.
~ Nancy's blue bowed hat.
~ The bunch of roses Tim gives to Nancy under the washing line.
~ When doctor Chilton tells Pollyanna in a dreamy way that, 'It was I who loved your Aunt Polly.'
~ The wedding at the end!!!
~ The way Tim tells Pollyanna who he is. 'I'm the odd-tasks-servant; Tim. My father's the gardener; Tom.' (He has very funny facial expressions as he says these things. Go watch it and you'll see what I mean.)
~ THE WAY POLLYANNA LOVES HER PUNISHMENTS. Hahahaha.
 
 
The scenery: Very Edwardian-ish and lovely. I especially thought Mr Pendleton's garden nice, and the village.
 
The costumes: Very good. Historically accurate, and very beautiful.
 
The quotes: As you might have gathered from the review, there are so many lovely, funny, just-must-quote quotes in here.
 
Objectionable content: NONE. None vatsoever, as the gentleman said when his... oh never mind. I was trying to find something really funny to say the way Sam Weller does in 'the Pickwick Papers.' But I didn't really succeed, haha.
 
Anyway. Please watch this, come back here, and we'll talk about it in the comments. And if you have seen it, I'm delighted! Let's talk about it right now. :-)
 
On a sidenote, what do you think of my new design? I know it's still winter, and it's not as if I'm yearning for Spring (I LOVE winter, you know), but I just felt like trying something different. I know. Again. Anyway, what do you think? Oh, and don't you think it looks like Anne Steel (on the header) has nothing in her sleeves? Ewww. Creepy.

1/12/2015

Writery questions

I found this questionnaire here, and considering myself a writer, I set out to complete it. There.
 
(Okay, that may have sounded a trifle grumpy. Sorry. I just don't really like writing all those intro paragraphs - I just prefer going on to the actual post. But I do apologise for the grumpiness. I was too hasty and I admit it. NOW we can start the post. Heehee.)

 
1. How many years have you been writing? When did you officially consider yourself a ‘writer’?
 
I've been writing ever since I could, honestly. I don't remember writing away though, as a little kid, I rather remember drawing and drawing away. But I did write, because I still have my old tiny stories. My earliest one was about a lady called Lisa who married and got twin girls and about fifteen words long. SO CUUUTE.
 
I officially called myself a writer when I realised I had finished my very first book. That was when I was twelve, thirteen. I had written loads of unfinished stories and some finished ones before I had reached that age of course, but I had always considered it as 'just a hobby.' But when I realised I had finished something, I suddenly realised, 'Hey. I am a writer.' That was a great moment. :-)

2. How/why did you start writing?
 
I honestly can't remember how and why I started. As I said, I was really young when I was already penning down nonsense.

 3. What’s your favourite part of writing?
(I changed favorite to favourite. Yes blogger, you MAY put a red squiggly line under 'favorite.')
 
My favourite part of writing? Oh my word, I don't think I know. Yes, I do know - the characters. I LOVE creating characters - ones that have never been created before. Lovable and funny ones, annoying, spoilt and funny ones, sweet and soppy ones. The variation is everlasting and I LOVE mixing this and that to make my own character.

 4. What’s your biggest writing struggle?
 
Does editing count? Yes. It probably does.
 
I am becoming better and better at finishing things, so that isn't the issue anymore (last year, that was definitely my biggest struggle - finishing things) but what I really do not enjoy is editing. Read through, chopping out, filling in. I know it has to be done (of course it has to be done) so I do it, but I do not enjoy it and I'm not that good at it either.

 5. Do you write best at night or day?
 
I never write in the night, but I must say I write well in evenings because it's the only time our house is relatively quiet. Haha.

 6. What does your writing space look like? (Feel free to show us pictures!)
 
I recently posted about this here, but honestly I've gone back to writing on my bed. My bed and I- we are just SO inseparable (yes, doesn't that sound lazy?), but it's just so comfortable and warm and such a good place to concentrate things in. I am now blogging on my bed. I read in my bed. I write my books here. BED, I LOVE YOU.
 

 7. How long does it typically take you to write a complete draft?

My minimum is a month - normally two to three. But then it depends on the book. I can pretty easily manage a children's book in two months. One month, if it's a holiday.

8. How many projects do you work on at once?

Well, I always have about two running seriously, but now and then I'll click on a new fresh file and start a few paragraphs when ideas strike. Now I'm tackling 'Pen-Enemy' (the one I put the beginning of on my blog) and a novel about a bubbly, extroverted girl who can't live without colours. I 've actually only started the latter - only two pages haha - so it might just be one of those, 'start and leave' things I have millions of. But I hope it isn't, because I love the character already.

9. Do you prefer writing happy endings, sad ones, or somewhere in between?

Haha, I was talking about this yesterday, with a Church friend.
Ugh, I hate sad endings. The Book Thief, although absolutely glorious and amazing and beautiful, can not totally gain my praise because of the sad ending (my goodness, I CRIED so much.) And Gone with the Wind? I adore the book, but what even about that ending.
I don't really mind a book with some bittersweet, honeylike things - like Rilla of Ingleside - it's sad, because loved ones have died, but the ending gives you a happy feeling inside. So yes, I go for happy endings - or at least ones that give you a gooey, satisfying feeling. SERIOUSLY. (I'm looking at you, Julian Fellowes.)



10. List a few authors who’ve influenced your writing journey.

Roald Dahl (people say my style is a little like him, in my children's books), Markus Zusak (that guy has talent, such impeccable talent), My darling Lucy Maud Montgomery (I read the Blue Castle yesterday... again), Emma Anderson, Margaret Mitchell, Laura Ingalls, LYNN AUSTIN and Amy Dashwood.

11. Do you let people read your writing? Why or why not?

When I finish things, YES, all the WAY!!! My siblings read my stuff, my cousins, my uncles, my grandparents... I'm lucky enough to get quite an amount of readers that way. I have a cousin who asks me questions as if I'm a bestselling author. "Naomi, I'm SO excited to be talking to a real live author!"
When I'm in the middle of things, not as many people read my stuff, of course, but I don't mind when they do. My sister often comes and reads stuff whilst I'm writing (over my shoulder, which makes me nervous), and I let Emma read everything she wants to.

So yes, I do let people read my writing. I don't mind stuff like that. ;-P

12. What’s your ultimate writing goal or dream?

Honestly, I've gotta be honest - I'm a girl who dreams huge, so it's to be a famous authoress. Best-selling, and all that. I cling and I hope and I believe God can bring me there if He has that plan for me. If that doesn't happen, however, I just hope to make people happy with books. Make my siblings and people-who-read-it HAPPY. I love cheering people up, and doing that via my writing is just my favourite thing on earth.



13. If you didn’t write, what would you want to do?

Write anyway.

14. Do you have a book you’d like to write one day but don’t feel you’re ready to attempt it yet?

Yes, a really nice romantic book. With serious stuff that don't sound weird and nonsensical. I'm good at writing funny nonsense, I am. But serious, beautiful, tear-jerking romances? I'm not ready for that yet. But I'm going to one day. :-)

15. Which story has your heart and won’t let go?

You mean one of my stories?
At the moment I'm loving my 'Pen-Enemy.' I completely love Martin (at the moment, he's a grown up, and such a jolly sport) and I must say my little plot is heaven to write in.

Choose one of these questions and answer it in the comments!

(Okay mum. Please.)

1/10/2015

My favourite Period Drama Fathers

I haven't done a Period Drama post like this one since last year! *gasp* Anyway, I thought I'd take you through some of my favourite Period Drama Fathers. (And no, it isn't Father's Day here where I live- I just felt like writing this post and therefore I wrote it. My body works that way.)
I know. I like Mr Banks the whole way through, but of course he isn't a good father in the beginning. But in the end... ohmyword, I LURVE how he's such a lovely father in the end. When he goes and flies a kite with a hole in his hat, singing on the street with no ashamedness whatsoever.
Dear Mr Bennet. How you amuse me continuously! Of course, Mr Bennet is Benjamin Whitrow; (I don't need the huge-toothed-pirate from not-P&P, thanks.) Mr Bennet in P&P is hilarious. Honestly, hands down, my favourite character in Pride and Prejudice. And that - you must be aware of - says SO much, because P&P has loads and loads of darling complex characters with interesting personalities. So firstly, let's talk about his character.
He is DRY. (No, of course not in the nappy-sense. Ahhem. Vulgarity is no substitute for wit, Naomi Bennet.) His sense of humour, I mean, is SO ridiculously, hilariously, DRY. Sarcastic, I suppose, that is. Sardonic, sarcastic, humorous, teasing. And he always knows what to say - his Lizzy inherited it from him. This makes practically every syllable he utters part of a one-liner which makes and re-makes people laugh when ever the watch and re-watch him calmly say them. His quotes are therefore Hilarious. My favourite will always be the 'an un-happy alternative' one. If you don't know what I mean about 'the un-happy alternative' one, RE-WATCH P&P. Or you can ask me in the comments and I'll write down the whole quote for you. I know, I'm in a good mood today because it's Saturday.
Also, I know it ain't important, but I love how Mr Bennet looks like. I believe Jane Austen pictured him exactly like Mr Whitrow - twinkly amused eyes, kind of messy hair and a tiny smile always lankering around his thin lips.
Of course, we all know that Mr Bennet isn't the best father in the world - he's kind of not-interested-in-his-children (if her name isn't Lizzy, haha.) But still, I just can't help but love Mr Bennet. He's just an adorable teddy-bear dad. Not at all perfect, takes delight in nerving his wife (is that a verb?) but still, I LOVE HIM. Mr Bennet is definitely one of my favourite Period Drama daddies. (why does blogger put a red squiggly line underneath 'Bennet'? No, blogger. You won't make me spell it with two T's. YOU WILL NEVER CONVINCE ME.)
Poor Nels Oleson.
He has a snickery, bickery, peckery annoying wife who domineers him like a dog, and two children (Nellie and Willie) who never listen to a word he says because his wife spoils them like mad. He's continually embarrassed in front of strangers, as you might imagine. Most of the time, he stays kind and calm -- people know he's 'the good Oleson'. I just love him... he's so sweet and I feel so sorry for him.
He's a good dad --- or would be if it weren't for his wife.
Continuing in Little House on the Prairie, Mr Edwards as a dad... is priceless. In the beginning, one never expects he could be a father, ever, but then he marries, adopts three children, and does SUCH a good job.
Captain von Trapp, when he changes, is such a lovely dad. Of course, always a bit on the strict side, haha, but still - I like him as a father. I love how he mostly remains serious, but sometimes goes and does something funny with the children. Like when he tickles Kurt, and carries Marta. Oh, and in the scene where the children tell him they've been berry-picking... PRICELESS.
The Lionel Logue character is the best character there ever is. You probably won't believe me, but Lionel Logue is one my favourite characters of all.time. He is just such a lovely, kind person. At first people think he's rude, weird, childish, very weird. But he has such a heart of gold. HE IS SUCH A LOVELY CHARACTER. Honestly, how can a worldly character get any better? And of course, Geoffrey Rush acted him so well.
But anyway, talking about him as a father -- he's an amazing dad. The family Logue scenes in the Kings Speech are my personal favourite ones in the movie. His wife is acted by ELIZABETH BENNET (I shall never get over that, I really shan't. It's quite pathetic the way I'm still so excited about that) and his three sons and their relationship with him is quite priceless. For example, how he performs some play for his youngest son and how his middle son, Valentine, behaves more grown up than he. I can't explain how I love the son-father relationship Lionel has. Because you see, he's so childish in some ways, it's like his two oldest sons are more sensible than he. In a sense.
Whatever. I'm brabbling. (I didn't use the word 'rambling.' ;-p) Just watch the video. It's so sweet. I'm sorry about the Spanish subtitles -- but then, you might learn something because of it so I'm not sorry. :-)
So there you have Lionel Logue - probably my favourite Period Drama dad of all time.
What's one of your favourite Period Drama fathers?
Is it on this list?

1/08/2015

A short note of nicement

Sssh. Nicement is not a word. Let's say no more.
 
 
This is a short post (as you might have gathered from the title) to tell you guys that my dear friend Heidi has made a new writing blog, and is hosting a giveaway for her two books she's written. I'm definitely entering - Heidi has a lovely and graceful writing style.
 
So check out the giveaway and new blog HERE. And enter, 'cos after all, it's a book and you can never do wrong with books written by nice people.
 
Right? :-) (I dare you to write, 'yes, you can.' I dare you.)

1/06/2015

Because some of you asked...

Last week I posted the beginning of my current work, Pen-Enemy. If you haven't read part one, click HERE and read it if thou wishest. All the lovely people who commented were extremely sweet and complimentary, and some of you asked if I'd put up the next part. So here it is. (I won't put the whole story on my blog, it's too long, here's just a few more pages from where I ended the last time.) I hope you enjoy it!

 
Mrs Jimson read the letter, and made a surprised kind of face. She mumbled some things of no consequence and showed it to her husband, who did the same. ‘I say,’ he said. ‘Martin, ask him how old he is in the next letter. Now, that’s something I’d like to know.’ And then he went off, mumbling other things of no consequence. ‘Male deer? What gibberish.’
 Hello Michael,
HOW OLD ARE YOU? Answer. Quick.
Martin

That was all the second letter had in its contents. The question was an important one to Martin, seeing as ages meant incredibally much to him. He had severely hoped this Michael would be eight, or nine, with baby blue eyes, and better still, with a lisp. But now – he seemed sarcastic and domineering. Martin shuddered. This pen-person was on the way to becoming his greatest enemy.
He sent the letter, and sat on his bed to think of some mean things to write in his next letter, thus finishing the day with a glimmer of satisfactory feeling in his bosom.
As before, the reply came promptly.

My dearest Martin,
How delighted I was when your note arrived. There were no typos whatsoever in it this time, therefore it was a good letter. In my opinion, anything without mistakes in it is a good thing, short or snappy as it may be.
How old am I? I understand your curiosity completely, my dear fellow. As a young boy, me too, I was always curious about what’s and when’s of every obstacle that ever entered into my young and blossoming life. If I saw a dog, why, I had to know its name and its breed and its age before I could go on with my life. Now, as an older and more sensible, mature young man, although I respect and totally comprehend you asking such things, remembering my youth, I must say I think you should try to overcome your curiosity, just as I have. When one is curious, one worries about not knowing enough. And when one worries, day in, day out, one’s life becomes stressed and dim. Dear child, do stop asking questions. Answers will come in due time, young man.
Yours, Theobald
~
Most annoying little Michael (honestly, don’t call yourself Theobald, it is a milion times worse.)
You are so annoying. Honestly, I can’t stand you. Writing to you is the biggest burdun that has ever entered my life and I wish you didn’t exist. If you went lame, I wouldn’t have any compassion. You are just an outstanding nuisance, and I don’t feel bad saying it, because it’s a fact. If you stood here, right before me, right now, I wouldn’t know how to react in a nice way because I think you’re so annoying.
Stop calling me ‘dear child’ and ‘young man’ and ‘dearest’. Also, stop commenting on my way of writing! It’s so rude. How would you feel if I mocked your way of writing!? Bad? Well, then I shall. Your way of writing is boring.
Now, Pen-friends Pen-people ask each-other questions. That’s what they do. So tell me how old you are. What’s so hard about that? Just write down how old you are! If you don’t I will phone your father and tell him all about the greatness of your annoyiance.
End.
~
Martin old chap,
Your letters are sincerely delightful. The last one, despite three cringe worthy typos – which I won’t go into with depth and gusto seeing as you so kindly required me not to – elapsed me into peals of mirth and jubilation. How interesting to discover more about myself. I have always wondered what my faults were. I’m annoying! How interesting, my dear fellow, how interesting.
As per request, I shall not call you a dear child, or a young man, or dearest. Of course, you continue to resemble all the aforewritten descriptions, but I understand why they would hurt your feelings. Slightly girlish, and all that jazz, I understand, I understand.
I have chosen between confirming my age and you phoning my father. Although my age is by no means an embarrassment or a secret, I have chosen the latter. I would be very interested to hear how my father reacts when he listens to your description of myself. He has been rather upset lately, ever since mother discovered he had a diary, and he is in need of some uplifting of spirits.
Yours cordially, John (does that name make you vomit too? If it does, pray tell me, so I can change it. Everything to make you happy, my good old bloke, everything.)

Martin could not read that letter more than once.
He went to lie on his bed and frowned as deeply as he could, once again staring at the Coca Cola poster on the ceiling and using his old Winnie-the-Pooh-bear as a cushion. He had to revenge, but first he had to know his age. Why was he so secretive about it? Martin had the feeling that he was just trying to annoy him and that it was working. After a couple of muse-full minutes, Martin decided there was nothing else he could do but phone Mr Whrat, tell him about the annoyance of his son, and ask him about the age. If he didn’t phone, Michael would think he was a sassy-pants. ‘And I’m not,’ Martin grumbled.
So he went downstairs, and took the phone off the hook. He finally found the number in the cardboard telephone book, turned it, and waited. He felt embarrassed when he heard his heart was banging louder than normal, but it was. The conversation was as followed:
Mr Whrat: Hello? Fred Whrat at your service.      
Martin: Oh. Hello.
Mr Whrat: Who is this? I don’t think I recognise your voice. You sound like an Owl.
Martin (furious): An Owl? I say! You have the nerve, sir!
Mr Whrat: Thank you! How nice it is of us to exchange compliments. We really are nice.
Martin: I say! You think telling someone he sounds like an owl is a compliment?
Mr Whrat: Of course! Owls, if they could talk, would do so with real distinction and finesse. Your voice is very much like that. Of course it’s a compliment.
Martin: But Owls can’t talk. How could you tell how they would talk if they could?
Mr Whrat: Imagination. Imagination does all. You know, I wish I talked like Owls. There aren’t many people who do, you know. You’re the second person I’ve met. There was another someone – he looked like a Goldfinch, but he talked exactly like an Owl. An old college friend of mine.
Martin: Ah. Yes. That’s my father.
Mr Whrat: Oh! You must be Martin then! Michael’s pen-pal! Delighted!
Martin: I’m not, really. I’m here to complain.
Mr Whrat: Do so, dear child! I don’t usually enjoy complaints, but when they are done with distinction and finesse, it’s a pure delight.
Martin (mumbling): You’re just like your son.
Mr Whrat: I beg your pardon?
Martin: What I wanted to say is this. Your son is annoying. He doesn’t do anything but annoying me. Day in, day out; he annoys me. Give him a smack and tell him to be behave.
Mr Whrat: Ha! Ha!
Martin (unbelievable): What now? Don’t say you—don’t say.
Mr Whrat (dabbing eyes with tears of laughter): How delightfully amused I am!
Martin (furious, remembering something else): Oh, how old is Michael? Tell me now.
Mr Whrat couldn’t answer – he was choking on his laughter. Martin flung the telephone back on the hook. Yet another bad day for Martin.

End of Chapter one

1/02/2015

My Period Drama Scrapbook in Detail!

What my room looked like while I made my Period Drama Scrapbook.
No, my room is not always this messy.
As I mentioned in one of my other posts, I recently - 'recently' now being about two months ago (goodness, how times flies) - made myself a Period Drama Scrapbook. Some of you were really kind and complimented me on the tiiiny pictures I showed you in that other post. So here is an in-depth post of my Period Drama Scrapbook! I hope you enjoy and decide to start one of your own!
 
 
This is the cover of the scrapbook. I chose the beautiful picture of Edith Crawley in Downton Abbey because it's just... so beautiful. It sums up the main idea of Period Drama, with that hat and fluttery garb. The letters of 'Period Drama' were cut out of magazines... I love that look.
 
You might notice I couldn't find an M, so I kind of made one with an N and another bit of another letter.

What I used to keep the book together, is the ribbon with the musical notes. There's a long story to that ribbon. It originally was used as a decoration on my Granddad's 80'th birthday cake, haha. I love ribbons with original stuff on them... I thought this period drama scrapbook deserved some pretty ribbon, so I decided to use that one. I'm glad I did!
 
 
The first two pages of the book! I made a list of all the things I love about Period Dramas. The books, the clothes, the quotes, the awesomeness, the funny bits, the romantic things, the unique characters and (obviously), the old-fashioned-ness. I put modern styled pictures inbetween to make the pop-effect, cool look. Which I really love. :-)
 
You can make these pictures larger by clicking on them. If you do that, you might be able to read my nonsensical comments between the pictures better. Yes, I know you're going to do that, so don't put on that innocent face. :-P


The next two pages are Pride and Prejudice-themed. After all, for me, that is a must. :-P

The first page here is done with pastel colours, pinky and fluttery - à la moi. I decorated it with some little snippits of fabric. Just in case you didn't know what that jumble of little squares in the bottom left corner was.

You might or might not see this, but the second page shown here has a big hole in the middle. So the picture of Lizzy in her red/pink (I think it's red, but others insist that it's pink- it's starting to become this controversial topic in the blogging world, ha) is actually two pages afterwards.


Viola, the follow two pages. Naturally, seeing as the back of the first page here had a big hole in the middle, so has this one. So the picture of Lizzy giving her dad this 'There go my silly sisters"-look through the window, is the one you saw on the previous page. Yes, you probably figured that out by now. I know, I know, I'm rambling.

The page with that circle-picture of Lizzy in her red (ha) dress is probably my favourite page in the whole book. It's very simple page, and it probably took the least time to make, but nevertheless - I have great proudness towards it. The grey letters on the paper is a snippit of Pride and Prejudice - Darcy's long, lovely letter, to be more specific. The 'insufferable presumption,' as Lizzy called it.

So yeah. That kind of makes four Pride and Prejudice-themed pages. Sssh.


The left page is all about Gone with the Wind (wow, I actually managed to write that down without capitalizing all the letters). I'm not one of those raving mad GWTW fans, but honestly, I have a great fondness towards it. It's just a great, lovely, big classic. I especially love the book.

The right page is Emma-themed! Um, please. Ignore the picture I drew. I drew that picture of Emma and Knightley last year, and yup, it's rather shudder-able. Just focus on the photos, because they are nicer.
When I made this scrapbook, I hadn't seen Little Dorrit yet. If I had, I would definitely have dedicated a page towards that one. I just had to tell you. Because honestly, I don't want you to think I think GWTW is better than Little Dorrit. It's not. :-)


These pages are my least favourite pages of the book. Especially that 'messy random packed page'. I've gotta be honest with you: I regret starting that page. But yeah, it has a charm. *snorts*

I do rather like the Downton Abbey page. Mary in that lovely rich red gown, and Rose looks beautiful in her blue shimmery dress.


Ah, Mary's red dinner dress. It totally deserves a whole page. It's the swooniest, loveliest, prettiest dress there ever was. Amen.

I must say I'm very pleased with the page on the right there. I like all the squares effect, and Mary Poppins cut up in four parts. Some squares aren't at all Period Drama related, I know - just random patterns I found and thought would look good in here. I like the overall effect, though. :-)


Here's the last page - the back cover. A lovely, final picture of Melanie Wilkes in the gorgeous blue silk (my favourite Gone with the Wind dress ever, which says a lot, I know) and a synopsis and goodbye. And yes, that's another picture of Darcy and Bingley in their gentlemanly apparel.

There! I hope you enjoyed this! I certainly LOVED making it. You should start one too! You need Period Drama pictures (I just printed loads out) and some random nice tapes, beads, fabric bits, ribbons - whatever you happen to find - to make it look nice, and a good pen to write down some comments in between. It's not too hard, and it's great fun. :-)

I'm sad people. The holidays are almost over. Monday is back to school.