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I suppose we can snottily claim more "accurate" street cred for our Abbey Night because it wound up to be closer to our actual Downton Abbey station (i.e. servant class) verses our imagined ideal (i.e. the bitchy sisters and family).
I thought Abbey night would have, like, red wine and reading my French aspirational book. Maybe beauty regime or occult hijinx. We'd eat dinner slowly and have sparkling conversation.
Instead, as my first craft show is this coming Sat, we got to have a little time in the morning to (futilely) try to get tickets for the Sleep No More Remix (it sold out in under five fucking minutes. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh) and a little time to check emails in the morning. I felt upbeat for the first time in weeks and even a bit optimistic about the day.
Then I needed to package everything I sold.
Then I needed to press all the oils I made. Then some decanting and labeling.
Then it was 3p. I needed to get dressed.
Then we went to the church (errand running for the Queen Mum).
Then onto the post office (. . . like a motherfucking adult).
A short break with a lunch at Fresh and coffee at Starbucks where Jow was downtrodden and disspirited by his lot as a servant. I was feeling pretty depressed about life as well because (a) everyone else around me is currently beaten down by life so it's hard to be all yay life with that (b) all my days off have been eaten with completely unfun errands and crafting and (c) I'm feeling like I'm losing sight of my Experiment and feel like I am destined to be fat forever and a nanny and will never have money ever again. I was thinking about the lines that the one maid said in Downton Abbey, None of it. I'm not going to be a secretary. I'm not going to leave service. I doubt I'll leave here before I'm sixty. Oh, you saw their faces. And they're right. Oh, look at me! I'm the daughter of a farmhand, I'm lucky to be a maid. I was born with nothing and I'll die with nothing. No plotting against each other or the ruling family (i.e. the cats) was done, too tired to do so.
Came home, cleaned the entire house.
Made candles, finished making soap. Can't even take la-dee-da Mormon Mom pics because it looks like a hot mess when I'm working.
Fed the complaining ruling family who was unappreciative.
Took my bedtime pills. Got to eat dinner around 9p.
By that time we wanted our servants' privledge of making our own fun so it was intertubes forever for about an hour until bed. Got to get up at 6a to take care of babies.
Next Abbey night we will be part of the imagined ruling class, damnit.