There's an exhibit of paintings of all the women in Henry VIII's life at Hampton Palace. I yearn to go. Pine to go. Desire it. These paintings have never been seen before by the public, and they are certainly not on the internet. Some bare an entirely different likeness than the canonical, and oh to go see them would be divine. Maybe I'll be able to go to Europe this summer and swing by England before the exhibit ends.
Henry's Women
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Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, May 9, 2008
Tudors
Today is the first time in a long time that I actually feel awake.
The sun is shining, I no longer feel disgustingly lonely having the house to myself, and Mary-Liz is coming into town!
I find myself falling in love with history, just can't get enough of it. I've been reading up on the Tudors, the six wives et. all, and have been watching David Starkey's Monarchy, which is quite fascinating. Oh to be in Aengla Land...my parents are there now, hopefully seeing hollowed monasteries, castle-less hilltops, and once blood-stained pastures.
I foresee Anne Boleyn coming to an end shortly on The Tudors. It's been a way coming, if in the second episode she already gave birth to Elizabeth, we need only wait for her miscarriage to trumpet her approaching beheading. I like the looks of Jane Seymour in the preview. Flaxen and fair. But it is this man that for me steals the show:
Mmm. Good god man, you are delicious. And, I must say, you bear a remarkable resemblance to a certain someone.
Now, to enjoy the sunshine.
The sun is shining, I no longer feel disgustingly lonely having the house to myself, and Mary-Liz is coming into town!
I find myself falling in love with history, just can't get enough of it. I've been reading up on the Tudors, the six wives et. all, and have been watching David Starkey's Monarchy, which is quite fascinating. Oh to be in Aengla Land...my parents are there now, hopefully seeing hollowed monasteries, castle-less hilltops, and once blood-stained pastures.
I foresee Anne Boleyn coming to an end shortly on The Tudors. It's been a way coming, if in the second episode she already gave birth to Elizabeth, we need only wait for her miscarriage to trumpet her approaching beheading. I like the looks of Jane Seymour in the preview. Flaxen and fair. But it is this man that for me steals the show:
Mmm. Good god man, you are delicious. And, I must say, you bear a remarkable resemblance to a certain someone.
Now, to enjoy the sunshine.
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