I saw something nasty in the woodshed. It was a lack of elegance.

Cold Comfort Farm was on Encore a few nights ago. I love this movie and it is one of the few films where I liked the movie better than the book. I was only able to catch the beginning of the film because my DH wasn't interested in watching yet another of my Polly prissy pants movies. However, the first fifteen minutes were enough to have me yearning for a little elegance.

In a day and age when it seems as though everyone is in a race to the bottom, elegance has become a lost art. Elegance still exists in some places, such as high tea or a charitable group's luncheon, but it isn't a part of our everyday lives. It makes me want to bring a little elegance into my daily life, to skip jeans in favor of a smart suit, to write using a fancy pen instead of the free one from the bank. It also makes me want to hire a butler to serve me food on a silver platter, but sometimes you have to start small. Can someone please hand me my faux tortoise shell letter opener? I'm in the mood to compose a letter. Remember those?

3 comments:

Amarinda Jones said...

I have never met or see you but I always picture you as your character from Lady's Wager. Your words make me feel you fit into that era - and yes it was graceful and elegant and I would have lasted two minutes without getting in trouble.

Georgie Lee said...

Thanks! Unfortunately, my writing alter egos are more elegant than I am. Part of the fun of writing, for me, is creating worlds that are the way I want them to be instead of the way they really are. Who wants reality?

Elizabeth Kerri Mahon said...

What a wonderful post and Cold Comfort Farm is one of my favorite films particularly Ian McKellan. Its also one of the few films that I like Kate Beckinsale in as well. I do miss the lost art of writing letters on monogrammed stationary with a fountain pen. E-mails just aren't the same and too easy to misinterpret. Plus writing a letter gives you time to compose your thoughts before you hit that send button.