guilty pleasures

I ‘m a sucker for articles about interesting, creative, pleasing, usually beautiful, sometimes dangerous women who become somebodies in the highest circles of culture, society, and/or politics.  Jennie Churchill, Winston Churchill’s mother is one. Eleanor of Aquitaine is another. So is Pamela Digby Churchill Hayward Harriman, who ended up becoming the doyenne of the Democartic Party. Vanity Fair recently hooked me with their profile of the dashing Countess Jacqueline de Ribes, whose life intersected with Yves Saint Laurent and all that was intellectural or artistic in France in the last half of the 20th century.  Is it the gowns, the jewels, the powerful circles in which they move, the fatal beauty or something like beauty and all it can accomplish, that attracts me? Is it that they play outside the rules nearly always? There’s a certain gumption, a certain rashness, a certain boldness, a certain luck that propels them forward and upward with great, great style. I can’t resist that style and must read about it like a dreamy teen.

What can’t you resist?

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3 responses to “guilty pleasures

  1. What can’t I resist? Eloquently written explanations and descriptions of everyday life. Using as subject matter the things that happen without plan, those things that spill out of simply living. It is amazing how some writers can make an otherwise uninteresting thing and event.

  2. Sandi Stromberg

    Reading your blog while you were in Taos, I got so hungry for time in the country, too, that Bill and I immediately booked Thanksgiving at a B&B in the Hill Country. Our appetite is growing. We just couldn’t resist having a bit of what you were experiencing.

  3. Peanut butter fudge! It calls me to the fridge. So I put it away in the freezer. Still, it calls…and I answer. Frozen fudge is even tastier!

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