In less than twenty-four hours since I started this enterprise... ahem....a certain young man has sent nearly a dozen inquiries via private message...
He's quite sweet really and I decided that rather than drain my life force by addressing every note from every corner, I would set up a place just for him.
So here it is, dear Spot. I have poured myself a generous sherry. I have asked the maid to tell everyone that I am NOT accepting calls and I am...quite frankly...braced for it.
Let's have it.
Yours Sincerely,
Aunt Alice
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
The Joys of Time Travelling
Say what you will, but a lady has to be thankful for a bit of time travel...
And for the chance to offer the modern world a bit of charitable and reasonable (no rude noises of dispute, please!) advice from a woman with her feet firmly planted in the 19th century. Let's face it. I may only exist as a fictional character from some ridiculous book about rubies of Renee Bernard's, but that would be a very limited way of looking at things, wouldn't it?
I have much to say! And after only a few days in the 21st century, it's clear to me that there's lots of room for my fabulous opinions and advice on this net-thingy. People seem downright melancholy about the past and so perhaps it's time for a lovely taste of what real nostalgia can bring about.
Me.
So here I am. I am a woman of a certain age, widowed and a bit weathered and yes, I've accepted that I will never sit quietly and eat cucumber sandwiches without complaining. I've accepted that my wild youth is something I'll never apologize for or regret and...that life is far too fun to waste time doing embroidery. But I am EXPERT on love, life and all social dilemmas facing anyone of any intelligence. (People lacking intelligence do not have social dilemmas. They power through them like cows in a flower garden, unaware of the damage in their wake and blissfully ignorant of their own lack of hygiene...so I'm naturally leaving them out.)
Welcome, one and all. Send me your questions, great and trivial, and I will apply all the wisdom I possess to resolving your issues...or sending you packing.....whichever suits me.
Once a week, on Tuesdays, I will post the best ones, and invite you all back for another round.
Pull up a chair. And brace yourself, darlings. This could get very interesting.
All the best,
Aunt Alice
And for the chance to offer the modern world a bit of charitable and reasonable (no rude noises of dispute, please!) advice from a woman with her feet firmly planted in the 19th century. Let's face it. I may only exist as a fictional character from some ridiculous book about rubies of Renee Bernard's, but that would be a very limited way of looking at things, wouldn't it?
I have much to say! And after only a few days in the 21st century, it's clear to me that there's lots of room for my fabulous opinions and advice on this net-thingy. People seem downright melancholy about the past and so perhaps it's time for a lovely taste of what real nostalgia can bring about.
Me.
So here I am. I am a woman of a certain age, widowed and a bit weathered and yes, I've accepted that I will never sit quietly and eat cucumber sandwiches without complaining. I've accepted that my wild youth is something I'll never apologize for or regret and...that life is far too fun to waste time doing embroidery. But I am EXPERT on love, life and all social dilemmas facing anyone of any intelligence. (People lacking intelligence do not have social dilemmas. They power through them like cows in a flower garden, unaware of the damage in their wake and blissfully ignorant of their own lack of hygiene...so I'm naturally leaving them out.)
Welcome, one and all. Send me your questions, great and trivial, and I will apply all the wisdom I possess to resolving your issues...or sending you packing.....whichever suits me.
Once a week, on Tuesdays, I will post the best ones, and invite you all back for another round.
Pull up a chair. And brace yourself, darlings. This could get very interesting.
All the best,
Aunt Alice
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