I so much enjoyed your list of how a blonde should behave toward her hard working brunette. I also try to do all of these things each evening, though sometimes I am a better blonde than other times. It is so important that those of us lucky blondes who tend the hestias while our brunettes work in the Pit do all we can to make our homes a welcoming sanctuary for them at the end of the day.
Thank you for reminding us all!
We are now settling down to married life and I ADORE it. Before the wedding my Aunt Matilda gave me a list of tips to help me with my Brunette. I think they are helpful, so I'd like to share them:
1. Have dinner ready: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal - on time. This is a way of letting your Brunette know that you have been thinking about her, and are concerned about her needs. Most Brunettes are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.
2. Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when she arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. She has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. Her boring day may need a lift.
3. Clear away clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your Brunette arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your Brunette will feel she has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too.
4. Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces if they are small, comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and she would like to see them playing the part.
5. Minimize the noise: At the time of her arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Greet her with a warm smile and be glad to see her.
6. Some DON'TS: Don't greet her with problems or complaints. Don't complain if she's late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what she might have gone through that day.
7. Make her comfortable. Have her lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest she lay down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for her. Arrange her pillow and offer to take off her shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow her to relax and unwind.
8. Listen to her: You may have a dozen things to tell her, but the moment of her arrival is not the time, let her talk first.
9. Make the evening hers: Never complain if she does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment; instead try to understand her world of strain and pressure and her need to be home and relax.
10. The Goal: try to make your home a place of peace and order where your Brunette can relax.
I've been REALLY trying to follow these suggestions though I don't always get it quite right. Like number 8, for instance. I tend to jabber on and on. But Patience just puts her finger to my lips, nibbles on my ear and suddenly I can't remember what I was saying. It works every time!
Ooh Yummy, a Campari with soda, thanks Barpette!
Oh, thank you for the coffee! I must wake up! Do you have by chance any jelly-rolls? With little silver balls on the top?
I dreamed -- can you believe it -- that Roxy and I visited the Pit! We were on some sort of assignment from the Empress, I think. Well, we had arrived, and were just about to set up a temporary hestia -- when Roxy was snatched away by the goblins. There I was in the Pit, all alone!
Of course the Octopus immediately grabbed me. I lost my memory of the Real
World. I tried to live in the Pit without Roxy, in the dream it seemed like
And all the time, here in the Real World, Roxy was bending over me and waving her silk handkerchief under my hose, positively drenched with Chanel #5, trying to awaken me....
Oh, what a strange dream it was. Everything was reversed. In the dream, the Pit seemed real, and the Real world seemed like a dream, if you understand what I mean....
Oh, here comes Roxy, thank Dea. I knew she wouldn't leave me for long....
Reminds me of our dear old Reverend Minerva MacPherson. How she used to thump that plain old wooden pulpit, when anyone suggested putting up some pictures. "No graven images! If we put one up, we'd have to put up a hundred thousand, to give equal time to all the aspects of the Godess, and we ain't got that many walls!" I remember us pettes just bouncing in the pews, holding hands under our skirts and counting the minutes till Sunday dinner.
Well, I'd best be getting back home. Promised my blonde sister I'd bring all the latest mail-order catalogues in time to order for Saturnalia. "Just like a brunette," she'll say if I'm late. Hope to see you all again soon.
But at work, at the moment, there is a rosella sitting in the rain outside my window on the railing that runs around the building. She's very wet and looks rather miserable - I wish I had some seed to scatter to cheer her up. We have a bird-feeding table outside our kitchen window, so that while Petal or I are doing the washing up, we can see these and other beautiful birds flying around. And the magpies and the currawongs (big black birds) are welcome too - one of the magpies now feeds from my hands.
Here is a picture painted by Joanna Gould, a naturalist who came to Antipodean Aristasia and took delight in all our sweet feathered friends.
Love to all,
MISS FOX (and PETAL)
Just a quick note from me, Belinda.
Our zeppelin seems to have landed in a very interesting place. I don't know how long we'll be allowed to stay.
It is all blondes and brunettes, thank Dea, none of those bald gorillas dressed up! (Well, there do seem to be a few regular gorillas, fur and all, doing chores.)
At any rate, it is so beautiful! Everypette is wearing togas, with their hair up in quite architectonic knots, and going about in white marble buildings that aren't really there, if you know what I mean, just floors and pillars and lots of starlight. How they keep so dry and clean inside I don't know. Something to do with applied geometry and star-gazing, one of the local brunettes told me, and then I started to get a headache as usual when brunettes get technical, so at least my head is being normal here.
Anyway it is all very peaceful, pettes seem most interested in philosohy and a very nice sort of science without any chemicals or machines, just levers and measuring shadows and arguing about whether the world is round or flat or what. What strange things some pettes (even a few blondes!) do find interesting! How in the world could we possibly settle such a question, and what difference would it make if we knew?
Aside from that, the brunettes are quite charming and gallant. I feel very safe with them. There's one in particular!
Oh, it's time to send the mail, the pidgeons are just getting ready to fly!
love to all,
I had to giggle at the thought of my brunette being strict because the truth of it is that before we belonged completely to Aristasia, when we were just learning of the Empire from Elektraspace and personal correspondence with the Embassy, we almost ceased our involvement over the question of smacks! Having only heard of such things from a Pit perspective, we didn't understand that Aristasian discipline and Silly Monkey business have as little to do with each other as chimpanzees living in the wild and the Glorious Queen of Quirinelle.As to the pettes not finding Romantia much to their liking, well, of course that world is not compulsory either, though anyone standing solidly against the Pit will find only good within Romantia, despite the strange creatures.
But darlings, I must tell you the most exciting news. My family has just gone shopping for the new model automobiles, just released this month, and this weekend we bought a 1954 Chevrolet! It is bright cherry red, with a gorgeous interior, and in tip top shape, as if the Iron Curtain hadn't taken its usual toll at all. What a glorious thing of beauty. The only problem for us is that we keep wanting to hop into it and take country drives, so we aren't able to get very much work done around the house. In fact, sitting on our little Trentish porch right this very mome are boxes of fruits and vegetables needing to be canned, pickled, frozen, and turned into yummy pies. But the pull of that Chevy is simply too too, if you know what I mean!
With warm affection,
Some one has described Aristasia as "one long conversation". Well, Aphrodite is rather like that. If you want to catch up on the conversation so far, the Archive is the place to do it.