I was so excited about this month’s theme – Pampering Yourself – because that is one of the things I do best! (The Jodie, very high maintenance ½ of Lydia Dare, anyway). If there is a way to pamper myself, I’ve done it. After all, life should be enjoyed, not simply endured.
I am convinced that in an earlier life I was a very well-to-do Regency lady. I can’t simply be this spoiled being brought up in a middle class family, born in the 20th Century, can I? Doesn’t seem likely. Those Regency ladies had it all.
* Stylish townhome in Mayfair
* Gigantic estate(s) in the country
* Beautiful gardens
* Housekeeper – to make certain household chores are complete and satisfactory everyday
* Maids – to do all the menial tasks we have to do ourselves these days
* Cook - to have fabulous meals, teas, and pretty finger food always available at a moment’s notice
*Butler – to be stoic and keep things running smoothly
* Lady’s maid – to dress you and your hair and make certain you are always turned out in your finest
* Nurse/governess – to help watch and care for your children
* A coachman – to take you wherever you need to go
* Clothes and then some – the finest material, shimmery dresses, kid slippers, pretty gloves *sigh*
* Fantastic social life – Spend the morning sleeping, the afternoon gossiping…er…talking with friends, and the evenings at one gala/soiree/ball or another
* Rides through Rotten Row
* Shopping on Bond Street
* Plays/Operas at the theatre
* Fireworks at Vauxhall Gardens
* Trips to the Continent
* Truly – the list is endless…
I could SOOOO be pampered like that these days. But I have to settle for weekly trips to the nail salon (where my nail lady knows me so well, she has an enormous pillow to place my laptop on so I can write while getting a pedicure.) Bi-monthly trips to the massage parlor. Yearly cruises to one fascinating destination or another.
However, unlike those Regency ladies of leisure, I work a full-time job, write 3-4 books a year, and I’m a single mother of a teenage boy. Whew! Just typing that out, I got tired. So I have to pamper myself, or no one else will, right?
I am convinced that in an earlier life I was a very well-to-do Regency lady. I can’t simply be this spoiled being brought up in a middle class family, born in the 20th Century, can I? Doesn’t seem likely. Those Regency ladies had it all.
* Stylish townhome in Mayfair* Gigantic estate(s) in the country
* Beautiful gardens
* Housekeeper – to make certain household chores are complete and satisfactory everyday
* Maids – to do all the menial tasks we have to do ourselves these days
* Cook - to have fabulous meals, teas, and pretty finger food always available at a moment’s notice
*Butler – to be stoic and keep things running smoothly
* Lady’s maid – to dress you and your hair and make certain you are always turned out in your finest
* Nurse/governess – to help watch and care for your children
* A coachman – to take you wherever you need to go* Clothes and then some – the finest material, shimmery dresses, kid slippers, pretty gloves *sigh*
* Fantastic social life – Spend the morning sleeping, the afternoon gossiping…er…talking with friends, and the evenings at one gala/soiree/ball or another
* Rides through Rotten Row
* Shopping on Bond Street* Plays/Operas at the theatre
* Fireworks at Vauxhall Gardens
* Trips to the Continent
* Truly – the list is endless…
I could SOOOO be pampered like that these days. But I have to settle for weekly trips to the nail salon (where my nail lady knows me so well, she has an enormous pillow to place my laptop on so I can write while getting a pedicure.) Bi-monthly trips to the massage parlor. Yearly cruises to one fascinating destination or another.
However, unlike those Regency ladies of leisure, I work a full-time job, write 3-4 books a year, and I’m a single mother of a teenage boy. Whew! Just typing that out, I got tired. So I have to pamper myself, or no one else will, right?
Originally posted at Casablancaauthors.blogspot.com March 11, 2011.
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