Today is my 34th birthday! It seems a little odd to write that because I don’t feel 34, nor do I act like a typical 34 year old. I am often mistaken for someone much younger because of my personality and . . . looks? I often treat my birthdays similarly to New year’s; a time for introspection, review, and future goals. It is with reflection, that I realized despite sharing four years of my time on 19th Century Modern, you may not actually know me. I aim to rectify that by providing a sort of question and answer piece, to let you glimpse behind the curtain. I used questions gleaned online from dating and marriage counseling sites; some are funny, others are more serious minded. Be forewarned all of these answers are raw and unvarnished, perhaps more than you care to know. Most of these questions have not been answered in the four years on this blog, although some were answered way back in the first year, but I’m never sure how far readers dig into blog archives nor at what point you enter 19th Century Modern. . .
In a few days, I’ll be turning 34. I’m so thrilled! A person’s 30s are typically the prime of one’s life. So I aim to make the most of it in every possible way I can. Thus said, I already have acquired and achieved many things I’ve always wanted. My priorities have changed. I’m far more eager to experience than I am to purchase things. My wish list this year is a bit simpler, more focused, and less long-range. Don’t get me wrong, I have future plans as well; plans that are 40 years down the road. Below are eight items I want now, with a 19th century spin to them. Naturally. Pictures are linked unless otherwise stated.
I continue my search for a dog that meets very specific requirements. This precious pooch has yet to arrive on my doorstep, but I’m not deterred. I am slowly getting my cottage and my life ready for a fur-kid.–Picture is not linked, but there are many wonderful puppies available at your local animal shelter and petfinder.com
I adore books! I’m fond of inspirational, self-help, DIY books. However, being Type A, I read in a cyclical manner. Always Historical Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Historical Non-Fiction, Contemporary Non-Fiction and the Literati Book Club title on the side during the season; in that order. This is what I have lined up to read: (Historical Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Historical Non-Fiction, Aim True)
As part of my extreme morning routine, I spend about an hour cleaning the house. It’s not that it’s dirty, it’s simply not completed. I’ve painting left to do and a few furniture items left to build and one to purchase. I’m look for a small china cabinet/curio cabinet to store my antique dishes. It will also serve as a “room definer” between my dining area and my parlor. Finding such a piece of 19th century beauty with a modern cost effective price tag proves to be quite the challenge.
I have three personal calendars and three professional calendars. . . . I have issues. One of my personal calendars is on my phone, the other is a desk calendar, and the third is . . . pretty. Beauty is important to me. I love Cynthia Hart’s Victorian montages brimming with color, life, and details via 19th century designs.
For the past year I have penned in entry in a journal every single day. It was pivotal in my road to recovery from The Night That Shall Not Be Named. I’ve varied my entries as the day permits and have yet to land on a constant format. Most of my journals are remnants from what is lying around the cottage or some cute little piece picked up for a low price. However, a beautiful 19th century retooled replica would certainly make me appear (and feel more adult).
Once I have a beautifully posh journal to jot down my wildest dreams, universal musing, and world take overs, I shall need a pen worthy of the page. Enter the Waterman pen! I have a thing for fountain pens. I find them very provocative. Waterman’s are sexy pens that have been around since the late 1800s. I have yet to come across a blue and gold one with blue ink (my dream pen!) but Hemisphere Blue is a really close second!
As you may know, I am slowly transitioning to a more organic lifestyle. My first real foray into the scene will be via beauty (skin care, hair care, and make-up). I have barely made the leap yet, but after devising a short list, the most wallet friendly brand (I’m paying off my mortgage ASAP, remember?) is Alima Pure makeup. I hope to have some items from this company before autumn arrives. We’ll see how it works and if it is not compatible then I’ll move on to another brand when the time comes.
Recall the Rebellion I spoke of last month? Well, one of my Epic/Life Quests is to attend Comic Con as an elf. I’m not immersed in anime or fantasy to know which character I’d go as, but below is a beautiful example. Again, not quite 19th century, but could be due to high fantasy and romanticism associated with the 1800s. . . –Image not linked.
Yesterday, my family threw a little birthday party for Augie-Dog. By “birthday”, we mean Adoption Day. We really don’t know when the little fella was born. When we adopted him three years ago, the vets told us he was about two years old. So right now we have a five year old Chiweenie (a Dachshund-Chihuahua mix). Last year we celebrated his German heritage and this year we tapped our own Hispanic roots with a Taco Party! All of the four legged guests received one taquito. It went over rather well. We played a game of “hot potato” with the dogs going crazy. However, the crowning moment was when we donned Augie with his own sombrero! He has that face of “Wh-What are you doing to me, hooman??” See priceless face of “enthusiasm” below.
Born Victoria Adelaide Mary Louisa, Princess Royal of the United Kingdom, Princess then Queen of Prussia, German Empress, Kaiserin, on November 21, 1840, Vicky was the first child of the Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. Her mother was less than amused by her arrival in the world. Moreover that she was not a boy, but quickly stated Vicky would do.
Her father, Prince Albert was absolutely besotted with his daughter. In turn, Vicky adored and idolized her father. Of all the Queen’s children, Vicky was truly brilliant and a quick study. It made life difficult for her eight siblings who could never match her sharp mind. However, she was strong willed but shy; a homebody. She also, unfortunately, looked like her mother. Although palace sources would say she was a little more attractive than the Queen (but never in the Queen’s presence, obviously.).