Oh-so-late to the game, but I’m finally joining in the fun. And by fun, I mean watching and being entranced by Downton Abbey.
People have been talking about it, I’ve seen friends comment about it on Facebook perpetually, but for some reason, I just couldn’t get my act together and sit down on Sunday nights to watch this show. Maybe because I’m usually writing this blog, har har. It’s also certainly not a case of avoiding watching because the masses are (you all know someone who hates the movie Titanic just because it was a blockbuster. Not me, I liked it.) it’s really just timing in my case. There are times when the masses are right (Downton) and times when they are wrong (Gangnam Style or the Macarena). This time, they are as right as a British rain.
So, down to the library I went and put myself on waiting list for the first season…and within a few days, I was walking on my treadmill watching Britain’s upper crust and their servants do what they do best.
Admission: I’m hooked. This show is actually causing me to want to hit the treadmill more. I Can. Not. Wait to keep treading. And watching. Treading and watching, treading and watching. Entertainment and slimmer hips and thighs. A magical combination if ever there was one.
Really, and I know I’m preaching to the choir here, this show is just SO well done. I won’t even go into the reasons, for the list is long and varied and anyone who has even seen one episode will understand.
What amazes me, when you watch this show, is how much the world has changed in 100 little years. 100 years is a long stretch of time, but when you think it is the lifetime of one grandparent, that’s really not that long at all. We’ve gone from a society that considers a man to be a true gentleman if he does not work and if he knows how to hold utensils correctly…to Nicki Minaj. How has THAT happened in 100 years? This almost makes me petrified for the next century’s-worth of changes.
Scary aside, it’s intriguing to be reminded of what society used to be like…how people carried themselves, how they spoke, what was held in high-esteem. Some attributes could stand a revival in our current world, but some, thankfully, have gone by the wayside and will remain there.
May all women have the grace of Cora, the stubbornness of the Dowager Countess of Grantham, the pluck of Ladys Mary, Edith and Sybil, the tenacity of Isobel Crawley and the integrity of Mrs. Hughes and Anna.
Until that time, as a reminder, you can get this pillow for your couch (a friend of mine found it on the Huffington Post and emailed the pic to me)…it will certainly keep you on your well-covered and ladylike toes!