I would like to reintroduce hand-written letters and invitations… those formal written communications of the past… but then I wouldn’t be at this PC attending this ball…
Parthenope: Mesmered, thank heavens you’re here! Lucia has met with an unfortunate accident…although it is odd that we never see the two of you together, come to think of it.
Parthenope: Perhaps it does not become me to enter the competition, but my own wish would be the re-institution of correct subjects for dinner-table conversation. If I hear another person of alleged quality describe being cut for the stone during the removes, I shall become a hermit, and eat only berries and nuts.
Thanks, I appreciate the thought! I still have a few PEN-pals here and there, hope not to lose them… (Nikalee is one of them – but she’s got an e-mail at the moment… her letter is still on my desk!)
I certainly love receiving hand written letters. I shall never cease writing letters when I get the time. I am glad of email because otherwise my friends might think I had forgotten them, but given the time, I love to use pen and paper!
Nikalee, I feel as if you are just down the street from me! Perhaps I shall mail you a note soon. On the subject of etiquette. Mobile phones, ugh, Thank you notes that are handwritten. RSVP’s that are hand-written in the correct old-fashioned manner. Oh so many more. Manners! They maketh the man after all.
Just last week I received a handwritten thank you note in the post. I almost dropped the pile of bills and advertisements from shock. It was simply lovely to receive! and the first I’d gotten in … I can’t remember how long.
The HONOR .. to the family code of ethics. Siblings and cousins being close and sincerely so.. but the etiquette part of beig beholden to them. Such as Darcy putting up with grouchy Catherine De Bourgh!
MOSTLY it is still adhered to, depending on your company, but I find table etiquette to be sometimes sadly lacking. The way people carry on when they eat and socialise can be disgusting at times, and even when the meal is casual, I think there should be a certain standard. I sound like such a snob!!
I blush to admit, but I’d bring back oh so many small “old world gentlemanly” gestures that are viewed by some as chauvanistic … opening a car (carriage) door for me, holding my chair, arriving at a maitre d’ first and announcing our arrival.
Actually, I did choose the right man :-). My husband does all these for me and even when in jeans and a t-shirt, he makes me feel like a princess. 🙂 But, I know of no other man who does same (except his father).
I’m so sorry! I’m terribly late. I know I’ve broken many a rule of Etiquette and I ‘m ashamed. First of all , good evening ! I can’t find the right words to apologize …. I’m Gaia De Blanche, for those who don’t know me, and my escort here is Lord Armitage. Look at him in his amazing attire … But I must share my secret with you while he is at the Refreshments table. I must confess why I am so late. My cousin left Lord Armitage and me alone in his carriage! She came here earlier with her charming escort, Lord Valmont. She agreed to do this because Lord Armitage had asked her and his friend, Valmont. I was puzzled when I saw her got on a different carriage once we were out of Villa Galati. Lord Armitage helped me get in his carriage and I was astonished … we went on for a while silently. I didn’t dare ask him, I was overwhelmed by emotions… But here I am now with him. I’m incredibly happy. I can’t say more. Only don’t tell my aunt about my delay.
Parthenope: Signore De Blanche, we had despaired of your joining us, and we are very glad you could attend despite your confusing circumstances. There’s been quite a lot of plot happening in your absence, but I hope you and your escort enjoy yourselves to the top of your bent!
Direttore: Signora de Blanche, how mpleased I am that you have joined us. Please don’t worry . . . we are dancing and then we have a competition for you and then supper, so you have plenty of time to catch up before the Grand Finale.
I would like to reintroduce hand-written letters and invitations… those formal written communications of the past… but then I wouldn’t be at this PC attending this ball…
This is me Mesmered, no character, and I whole heartedly agree. I love the best writing paper that you can buy and the art of writing is a dying one.
Parthenope: Mesmered, thank heavens you’re here! Lucia has met with an unfortunate accident…although it is odd that we never see the two of you together, come to think of it.
Parthenope: Perhaps it does not become me to enter the competition, but my own wish would be the re-institution of correct subjects for dinner-table conversation. If I hear another person of alleged quality describe being cut for the stone during the removes, I shall become a hermit, and eat only berries and nuts.
This is me, mesmered. So true dear P, so true!
Sarina: Afternoon tea.
OOh, afternoon tea. Let’s meet in London!
with scones…
Barb, I would have sent you a parchment invitation, juts like the one Pat designed!
Thanks, I appreciate the thought! I still have a few PEN-pals here and there, hope not to lose them… (Nikalee is one of them – but she’s got an e-mail at the moment… her letter is still on my desk!)
I certainly love receiving hand written letters. I shall never cease writing letters when I get the time. I am glad of email because otherwise my friends might think I had forgotten them, but given the time, I love to use pen and paper!
Nikalee, I feel as if you are just down the street from me! Perhaps I shall mail you a note soon. On the subject of etiquette. Mobile phones, ugh, Thank you notes that are handwritten. RSVP’s that are hand-written in the correct old-fashioned manner. Oh so many more. Manners! They maketh the man after all.
Just last week I received a handwritten thank you note in the post. I almost dropped the pile of bills and advertisements from shock. It was simply lovely to receive! and the first I’d gotten in … I can’t remember how long.
The HONOR .. to the family code of ethics. Siblings and cousins being close and sincerely so.. but the etiquette part of beig beholden to them. Such as Darcy putting up with grouchy Catherine De Bourgh!
I also believe they didn’t have such high divorce rates, am I right?
MOSTLY it is still adhered to, depending on your company, but I find table etiquette to be sometimes sadly lacking. The way people carry on when they eat and socialise can be disgusting at times, and even when the meal is casual, I think there should be a certain standard. I sound like such a snob!!
Parthenope: Then we shall be snobs together.
I’m with you (the half-princess Barb)! 🙂
applause! Yes, agreed.
I blush to admit, but I’d bring back oh so many small “old world gentlemanly” gestures that are viewed by some as chauvanistic … opening a car (carriage) door for me, holding my chair, arriving at a maitre d’ first and announcing our arrival.
Parthenope: Ah, for that, you must choose, not the right Age, but the right Man.
Actually, I did choose the right man :-). My husband does all these for me and even when in jeans and a t-shirt, he makes me feel like a princess. 🙂 But, I know of no other man who does same (except his father).
Marie, Nikalee, Barb . . . it all comes down to manners again, doesn’t it?
Manners yes – consideration for other people’s comfort!
Parthenope: As dear Mr. Wilde remarked,’A gentleman never offends another man unintentionally.’
I’m so sorry! I’m terribly late. I know I’ve broken many a rule of Etiquette and I ‘m ashamed. First of all , good evening ! I can’t find the right words to apologize …. I’m Gaia De Blanche, for those who don’t know me, and my escort here is Lord Armitage. Look at him in his amazing attire … But I must share my secret with you while he is at the Refreshments table. I must confess why I am so late. My cousin left Lord Armitage and me alone in his carriage! She came here earlier with her charming escort, Lord Valmont. She agreed to do this because Lord Armitage had asked her and his friend, Valmont. I was puzzled when I saw her got on a different carriage once we were out of Villa Galati. Lord Armitage helped me get in his carriage and I was astonished … we went on for a while silently. I didn’t dare ask him, I was overwhelmed by emotions… But here I am now with him. I’m incredibly happy. I can’t say more. Only don’t tell my aunt about my delay.
Parthenope: Signore De Blanche, we had despaired of your joining us, and we are very glad you could attend despite your confusing circumstances. There’s been quite a lot of plot happening in your absence, but I hope you and your escort enjoy yourselves to the top of your bent!
Direttore: Signora de Blanche, how mpleased I am that you have joined us. Please don’t worry . . . we are dancing and then we have a competition for you and then supper, so you have plenty of time to catch up before the Grand Finale.
(I so know what YOUR escort looks like!)