It’s been a slow, relatively lackluster week. So, here are a few end-of-week thoughts, in no particular order:
#1. Theraflu ≠ tea
#2. 101° fever + summer ≠ fun
#3. Netflix + couch + sweatpants = good recovery plan
#4. Audiobooks = joy of reading – exertion of energy
#5. White peaches + peanut butter whoopie pie = satisfying meal (It’s from the farmers’ market! It has to be healthy!)
#6. Great friend + $4 milkshake = best afternoon ever
Grab a drink. We’re about to get a little bit rambly. Might I suggest that you skip ahead, make a White Lady, and then relax while you (hopefully) enjoy this post?
It was only a matter of time until I could no longer resist writing a post on Phryne Fisher, lady detective, of the book and TV series. First among the many reasons that I love her is that charming, larger-than-life personality. Add a considerable dash of intelligence to the mix, and you’ve got a sort of James Bond meets Sherlock Holmes character. But you can’t forget that she’s a very feminine kind of feminist, a flapper through and through. Regardless of what is deemed acceptable for a lady in 1928, Phryne Fisher does whatever she damn well pleases. She has the skills of James Bond and Sherlock Holmes, but uses them in a way that only a clever woman could. All the while, she proves that women are valuable and capable because of what distinguishes them from men. Read more
Where I Ought To Be 