I live near that place and have visited Charleston and, erm, it can all be a little *precious* around there. So I'm naughtily pleased that you did this and made a wee ripple in the smooth flow of pre-packaged patter for bourgeois audiences who come to gawk and stoke their fantasies about lives unimaginable to them.
I absolutely adore the little green bottles like the kind depicted in Mrs Bell's painting. I used to find them in the earth of the garden so often when I was a kid and, little darkling that I was (am) used to pretend they were full of poison and that I was a Victorian woman plotting her revenge(s). The docent was lucky to have you 💜
You crack me up. “The poison cup.” [BOLD ITALICS MINE!]” I would’ve asked the same thing! Are we suppose to know what the hell a poison cup is? Is it a mug laced with arsenic? A deadly wildflower? A busty lass / femme fatale?
I haven't heard all of these Bloomsbury stories. I'm sure you were a royal pain in the ass to her, but so what! This place should be able to take some banter! It is very funny.
OMG soooo funny!!! I am super envious that you got to experience the location of all the Bloomsbury activity. I was completely mesmerized by them in college. So inspiring! xo
Mesmerized is the word - still am, obv. ;) I had the chance to meet one of the Bloomsbury granddaughters and spend a little time in London with her long time ago. I still dream about having a little writing shed like VW's in the garden at Monk's House. Thanks Gail!
*pilgrimage Fuck sake.
I thought it was a joke that I didn't get ...
haha no, although someone suggested it was one step to pilgRAMPAGE which I thought rather apt ;) Thanks Zibow!
Haha didn't even spot it ;)
“to my evident disappointment she inquired, “Why?”
“Well I think I need one,” I said.
“And what would you do with it?” she asked.
“Dream.” “ — I love it!
The curiosity and feather-ruffling is perfect :)
Would be interesting to find out she's also a writer, and wrote a bit on the unruly guest... ;)
Hahaha amazing!
Well. Didn’t know it till reading this, but now I need a poison cup, too!
Be Ye Olde Poison Cup Shoppe you want to see in the world... ;)
With the right attitude, any cup can be a poison cup.
That's the spirit!
Sometimes you scare me...
Title of your sex tape.
More like the title of your sex tape!
I live near that place and have visited Charleston and, erm, it can all be a little *precious* around there. So I'm naughtily pleased that you did this and made a wee ripple in the smooth flow of pre-packaged patter for bourgeois audiences who come to gawk and stoke their fantasies about lives unimaginable to them.
"Agent of Chaos" at your service ;)
I absolutely adore the little green bottles like the kind depicted in Mrs Bell's painting. I used to find them in the earth of the garden so often when I was a kid and, little darkling that I was (am) used to pretend they were full of poison and that I was a Victorian woman plotting her revenge(s). The docent was lucky to have you 💜
haha I've been spelling it wrong all this time, my darkling - but to dig such treasures up in the garden? A wonderland! 💙💚💛
This tickled me, Troy. I can just imagine the stiff English response from the guide in the room.
Banger of a line, by the way: "The lady regarded me with serpentine antipathy." 👌👏
hehe My thesaurus got a workout on that one, many iterations... Thanks Nathan!!
You landed at the correct iteration! :D
You crack me up. “The poison cup.” [BOLD ITALICS MINE!]” I would’ve asked the same thing! Are we suppose to know what the hell a poison cup is? Is it a mug laced with arsenic? A deadly wildflower? A busty lass / femme fatale?
Teehee. I applaud Troy for asking the important questions.
I will pick at your loose threads, no charge - LOVE a good unraveling... ;)
I'm glad you are amused because she definitely was not! 😂 I could have used your support at the time, my dear. ;)
I haven't heard all of these Bloomsbury stories. I'm sure you were a royal pain in the ass to her, but so what! This place should be able to take some banter! It is very funny.
haha She definitely wasn't having it - I like to think I steered her dusty old tour into a new and original direction. 💜🐈⬛🎩
Dream! Hahahaha.
Writers say the darndest things. ;)
Oh yes.
Hello poison cup shop, may I help you? Reminder that we can never go in a tour together! (but what a beautiful house wow)
But we should go shopping together!! 😘
OMG soooo funny!!! I am super envious that you got to experience the location of all the Bloomsbury activity. I was completely mesmerized by them in college. So inspiring! xo
Mesmerized is the word - still am, obv. ;) I had the chance to meet one of the Bloomsbury granddaughters and spend a little time in London with her long time ago. I still dream about having a little writing shed like VW's in the garden at Monk's House. Thanks Gail!