Nor is there anything ladylike about clomping around a muddy garden in Wellies, yanking out stinging nettle while cursing under one's breath. And sweating. Profusely. My gardening pursuits do not remotely resemble Emily Dickinson's. She gardened wearing a white dress.
In particular, this white dress. I'm trying to imagine the hours I'd spend with a spray bottle of Oxy-Clean if I wore a white dress to garden. Amazing to consider she gardened wearing a white dress and wrote pretty little poems about the experience. But she didn't have children, so there was time for laundry and poetry.
A little Madness in the SpringSuch truth in her writing.
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown --
Who ponders this tremendous scene --
This whole Experiment of Green --
As if it were his own!
Alyssa's book has me thinking about "ladylike," a term that conjures up images of Southern belles and proper matrons sitting with their ankles crossed while sipping tea. I believe a "lady" had good manners, doesn't emote too much and tries never to offend others. "Ladylike" had more to do with behavior than some obscure Victorian code of where to find a salad fork.
Thank goodness reading is a ladylike pursuit--you can cross your ankles, sip your tea and pick up Alyssa Goodnight's Unladylike Pursuits without compromising your cleanliness or decorum! Enter to win a copy of this FABULOUS book by leaving comments through Saturday. Spill it, reader. What makes you feel particularly unladylike?