Sunday, October 19, 2014

It's Been Many Years Since I've Tasted Such an Exemplary Vegetable

I've been tagged as a Janeite by the lovely Joanna, and have therefore felt the need to compete with her for the longest Austen-themed post-title in existence (sorry, couldn't help it. I've always wanted to begin some online endeavour with a Mr Collins quote.). Thank you mightily, madame!

RULES:
1.) Thank and link back to the person who tagged you.
2.) Tell us how you were introduced to Jane Austen and share one fun fact about your Janeite life.
3.) Answer the tagger's questions.
4.) Write seven questions of your own.
5.) Tag as few as one, or as many as seven, other Janeites and let them know you've tagged them.

THE HISTORY OF MY RELATIONSHIP WITH THE NOBLE MISS AUSTEN:
She often condescended to drive by my humble parsonage in her little phaeton-and-ponies... er, my family owned the Penguin audiobook of Pride & Prejudice, read by Joanna David, which was magnificent (although, alas, abridged). I used to listen to it for hours while colouring. Soon after it was released, my older sister bought the 2005 version of P&P, which I really, really liked. Then I got the 1995 Sense & Sensibility for my birthday a couple of years back. I bought a copy of S&S, read it, bought a copy of Mansfield Park, read it, found a copy of P&P (unabridged this time), read it, and then watched Emma (the one with Gwyneth Paltrow), Mansfield Park (the one with Billie Piper), and some nondescript 1990s edition of small-time television Northanger Abbey, which I won't even reference except to say that it had Siegfried/Cornelius Fudge in it, and Bath was a disturbingly clean town.
OH. And can I just say that I loved Pemberley Digital. The Lizzie Bennet Diaries and Emma Approved (particularly the latter) are just the easiest shows to marathon ever. Oh, and Snarky Knightley's declaration of affection melted my heart in three different ways.

MY FUN FACT:
I wrote a poem about Mrs Bennet and submitted it for my English class last year.



JOANNA'S QUESTIONS:

1.) Which elder sister would you rather have- Jane or Elinor?
One of my real elder sisters is rather like both of them. Convenient, no?

2.) Least favourite heroine?
I haven't read Emma, but judging from the film, she is, as the King of Siam would put it, very difficult woman, and a little too like myself for my taste. I also wasn't a particularly huge fan of the Northanger Abbey chick, and therefore can't bring myself to remember her name.

3.) Which friendship best describes you and your best friend?
ALL OF THEM. Haha, we're actually a bit like Kitty and Lydia, because there are times when we cannot stop giggling (we are the most obnoxious duo, I know), and we're also a bit like Emma and Annie, and then sometimes like Lizzie and Jane. Neither of us, obviously, is very decisive.

4.) Least favourite hero?
Is this a legitimate question?! *swerves chair* *flips hair* *walks away sassily with nose in the air*


Honestly, probably Edward Ferrars. He is lovely, manly, and good, and a great redemptive figure... but... he's too sedate. Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections?

5.) Would you rather visit Bath or Brighton?
Bath. Who wouldn't want to be in what is, apparently, the hub of romantic confusion, cleanliness, and healing spas?

6.) Would you rather have dinner with Mrs Elton or Lady Catherine?
Lady Catherine could exercise the privilege of her rank and order me about, and Mrs Elton would talk my ears off and order me about without the privilege of rank; I think, therefore, that Lady Catherine would be the better choice. One at least knows where one is with her.

7.) Do you know any English country dances?
Unfortunately and to my everlasting regret, no... or, at least, not yet.

PEOPLE I TAG:
I hereby nominate all ye who would like to participate. Answer in the comments, or on your own blog (but be sure to send me the link!).

MY QUESTIONS:
1.) How do you pronounce Northanger? [For the record, though I've heard it most often said North Anger, I pronounce it North Anne Ger with a soft g, as in hinge. Come at me.]
2.) Which Austen family is most like yours?
3.) Favourite Austen quote?
4.) Which character is most like your best friend?
5.) You can visit the set(s) of any Austen film adaption ever made. Which do you choose?
6.) Regency fashion (Empire waists, ribbon belts, intricate hair, etc): yea or nay?
7.) If you, knowing how the novel ends, could go to the beginning of any Austen classic and give one piece of advice to the heroine, which book would you choose, and what advice would you give her? [This is technically two questions, but I do what I want! *more sassy hair-flipping*]

Yours sincerely,
&c.


*all pictures from Google Images

Saturday, October 18, 2014

What on Earth is Authentic Femininity?

When you hear the word 'femininity', images of blank-faced young women in frilly dresses, doing recreational needle-work and not worrying their pretty little heads about anything, may come to mind. Or, perhaps, a tired-looking teenage bride from the Wild West, making cornbread while quintuplets tug at the strings of her feed-sack apron. Or, maybe, some crunchy nature-mavens swaying in the Circle of Love while the leader of their hippie ladies' group gives a pep-talk on embracing one's inner goddess.
While I'm sure there have been plenty of frilly dress-wearing, cornbread-making, pep-talk-giving (and just to be clear, there is nothing wrong with ruffles, baking, or crunchiness. And while we're on this strain, let's give it up for the 'gold-rush brides and homestead wives' who raised our ancestors. We have a lot to thank them for/learn from them.) women, none of those comes close to the meaning of authentic femininity. Being feminine is not about being helpless, a slave to the opposite gender, or some cheesy Venus shaving-razor commercial; it's not about being stupid or mindlessly emotional. Authentic femininity is about nothing more than striving to be good without trying to squash the natural tendencies of womanhood. To be feminine is to embrace one's womanhood and let it make you a better person, not see being female as an inconvenience or something that doesn't matter.
So, what are women?
Women are naturally mothering. We made doll-families. We mourned our lack of small relatives when aunt so-and-so's boy turned seven and THERE WERE NO BABY COUSINS ANYMORE (this just happened to me, so I'm kind of sappy over the fact that my adorable little cousin is in the second grade). Some of us may have stuffed pillows down our shirts and pretended to be pregnant. I'm not saying that all women will be biological mothers, but we will mother something. Dogs. Cats. Other people's children. Younger siblings. This is not necessarily a weakness, but a strength. If you've watched the film The Impossible, you may remember the scene where the mum and one of the sons are wading through muddy water to find shelter, injured, lost, and separated from the dad and the other son. The mum, played by Naomi Watts, hears the cry of an abandoned child who will probably die if they don't intervene. The son is against finding the child, but the mum convinces him that it is the right thing to do. She allowed her mothering instinct to teach her son self-sacrifice and goodness, and they ended up rescuing the little boy (I didn't see much beyond this point, so I don't know what happens to the one they rescue eventually, but I do know that they get him out of the flood).
Women tend to be more sympathetic. Not because men are boorish or unkind, but because they tend to be natural problem-solvers who, rather than commiserating, like to put an end to the misery. This can be good, but it can also be annoying when you just need a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on ("You're sick? Let me get you some aspirin and cough-drops. What do you mean, you'd rather have chocolate and Breakfast at Tiffany's? I thought you were sick! I'M HELPING YOU. Do you like being miserable?" Answer: yes.). This can definitely be used for wrong. But it is also good- we can use this instinct to become better listeners and advice-givers.
Women are complex. I don't mean that men all act like they just crawled from their caves or came back from a boar-hunt. I don't mean that all men ever want is more food and ale, what ho! Women are naturally more complex because there is a whole 'nother dimension to females- the giving of life- and this does not mean that we are either inferior or superior to the boys in our lives. Just more complex. The rose may have more petals, but the sun shines equally on the crocus.
Women communicate better. Now, I know some boys that communicate very well, but I also think it comes more naturally to women. Why? Because when males are about eight weeks gestation, testosterone kills cells in the communications center of their brain. Even non-talkative women tend to be more chatty than most men. Again, this difference is not a bad thing, and it can be used to bring about very good things. Verily Magazine has published an article, written by a gentleman, about how women can better communicate with their significant others, that I would recommend.

Back to the point. Authentic femininity uses these qualities (and men have plenty of qualities that women don't, too, by the way) for good, rather than trying to quash them or use them for the advancement of evil. It does not require renouncing one's views or personality to accept that one has natural tendencies because they are a woman, and these tendencies were not instilled in them to weaken them or tie them down- they are there for good. But whether they are used for good is our decision. Of course, the best example of womanhood is found in Our Blessed Mother.



But she deserves her own post. Until then, let's ponder on our womanliness (or, to the gents, manliness) and try to, rather than do away with it, let it make us into better people.

Love and all that,
Grace

Thursday, October 16, 2014

10 Lessons Musicals Teach Us

1.) Girls are always practicing ballet in their bedrooms.
If musicals spoke truth, one would assume that every time girls go to freshen up, they have a dance-party in their corsets and frilly skirts.



2.) The farmer and the cowman should be friends.
Why aren't they friends? Nobody knows, but unexplained prejudices have ruled Musical Land since Javert was snarky towards Valjean (the only thing for certain here is that somebody will be prejudiced against Hugh Jackman, whichever scenario we use for an example).



3.) It's okay to break the law, as long as someone ends up married.
Curly has possibly killed someone on his wedding night? Ah, well, let's hold court in the kitchen. This spoon can serve as a gavel.
One's an adult, the other's a high-school student? Let's have a wedding before the month is out!
Six people were kidnapped and held in a remote mountain farmhouse for months, but everything will work out if we make the kidnappers marry them... right? Just be thankful that they're all in love... and that there's an equal number of single men... what would happen if there were seven single men?!



4.) Sass becomes violence, and this is completely normal. What's the matter?
These ladies go beyond southern sass. They beat each other up, and nobody bats an eyelash. It's par for the course. All good in the 'hood, even though he's bleeding from the head! Stand by and cheer on!



5.) PDA is always creepy-looking. 
It's just a little too intense for the screen.



6.) Rarely does anyone cry without a shoulder to lean on.
There's Marian sobbing on Professor Hill's coat. Cosette can't weep without Marius. Esther needs Grandpa. Tuptim... I'm pretty sure Tuptim sobs on her boyfriend's shoulder at one point.

7.) Pick-up-lines that include children are a thing.
"Supposing that we should have a third one?" *awkward chuckle*
"Here's a baby girl!" *everyone blushes*
"We'll bring up a pair of boys!" *she blanches*
"A while back, I heard a wee babe crying in the house..." *the chance to get married within the hour glimmers hopefully ahead of their eyes*

8.) Everyone lives in constant romantic tension. And they talk about it all. The. Time.  
Except Enjolras. He's above such things.



9.) The elderly are all as sassy as can be. 
Grandpa. Aunt Eller. Helen. You name them, they're sassy.

10.) Nobody (with the possible exception of Laurey and Curly) is ever too proud to admit how lonely they are.
I would just love to be that humble. Maybe I wouldn't frustratedly swing an ax with such nonchalance, though.



Musicals mentioned:
Oklahoma
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Meet Me in Saint Louis 
White Christmas
The King & I
Les Miserables 
The Music Man

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

13 Awkward Situations in the Life of the Hard-Core TOB Nerd

1.) Having to explain that you do, actually, think and talk about something other than sex.
Believe it or not, my interests span far beyond meeting at pubs to discuss neurochemicals.




2.) Having to explain that Theology of the Body is about more than sex.
There's a reason why it isn't called Theology of- you know what, I'm just going to stop right there.



3.) Having to explain to some random relative/friend/complete stranger that you're reading an in-depth chastity book, not a risque novel. They've obs never read an in-depth chastity book.
Hey, now. The cover is misleading. Don't think any worse of me here.




4.) Having to explain anything to do with TOB, sex, or chastity. Ever.
People just get the wrong idea. Particularly people you're related to.


Imagine how much joshing will happen when one isn't married by
the following family reunion. We're looking at you, Wannabe-Matchmaker
Uncles.


5.) Watching multi-layered, old-fashioned movies that just drip with everything mentioned above. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, anyone?


 I JUST DON'T EVEN. IT'S TOO MUCH.

6.) Listening to music/watching movies/reading books that are implicitly, explicitly, or metaphorically about something to do with TOB that you don't know if you should listen/watch/read or not. Where is the line drawn between inspiration and wrongfully indulging the senses? Nobody knows, and fewer people care, but it's somewhere between the last four minutes of Little Women 1994 and a Francine Rivers novel.


7.) Making a linguistic faux pas. 
Guys, there are words that we should just never use for any reason. Just refrain. Lock them in and throw away the key. Become a Carthusian and give up speaking.



8.) Calling something by your TOB nickname for it... aloud.
Roy Orbison's song 'Falling' is now called 'The Dopamine Song'. 'Come on, Eileen'? No, more like 'The Cheap Pick-Up Lines of the Walking Hormone'. Moonstruck has been re-titled The Mediterranean Jansenist Who Ain't No Freaking Monument to Justice. And- oh, sorry, I didn't notice you there, hehe...


9.) Dating, thinking about dating, deciding not to date, or any other decision you make that concerns you, a person of the opposite gender that likes you, and dinner at a generic French restaurant. Because no matter what you decide, it will be awkward.
"Yeah, I'm awkward. But I own it, baby." -Paul J Kim


10.) Vocational discernment.
You either end up with a Catholic studmuffin, a badass single life, or in an awesome habit with your body consecrated to Jesus. It's the fact that you have to give up two options that's unsettling. And how are you going to explain such internal conflict in mere words to your parents, friends, or spiritual director?


11.) Hearing people be morally-relative where matters of human sexuality are concerned, and automatically engaging them in debate.

12.) People witnessing you doing... chastity stuff.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who was questioned when their grandfather walked in on them watching Romance Without Regret.


13.) Reading this list.
If you found yourself relating to every single item on this list, put that Jason Evert book down, my friend, and we'll trade our favourite JPII quotes.



Sunday, October 12, 2014

Ermagherd, DESIRE {on the seeming burden of natural wants}

Desires are annoying.

Just think about it. Physical desires so easily manifest themselves in lustful ways; the desire to be fed can slip into gluttony; the desire for beauty falls to greed; the desire to be beautiful turns into vanity; the desire to be loved withers into pride. It seems there are so many ways that desire leads to sin, and it can also seem as though that's all desire ever does.

"Dang it, if only I didn't have any desires! I'd never lust, eat too much, get drunk, be prideful, or take too many selfies. I'd never feel any urge to sin. I'd be the purest of the pure- see, that was pride, wasn't it? THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU WANT THINGS. So, here You go, God. Take all of these desires back. Thanks, but no, thanks. I want no part of this base internal feeling."

Ah, life would be so easy if we never desired anything.

But it wouldn't be good.

Life without desire wouldn't be as good because desire is good. God made it, and God doesn't make bad things. Satan can't make anything, really, but what he does do is twist the good things God has made into things that can be very harmful, indeed. Like when someone makes a ghastly cover of a song which was, originally, beautiful: we hear the opening strains come on the radio and switch the station, thinking that the original must be as dreadful as the copy.

Desire spurs us on, and whether it spurs us on to the good or the evil is primarily our choice. Thoughts will come, but what will we do with them? 

When we think of how 'easy' life would be without sexual desire, we forget that life wouldn't be at all if it weren't for sexual desire- the human race would be Mr Discontinued. Holy marriages wouldn't be the mysterious icons of the Holy Trinity they're supposed to be; marriage wouldn't even, essentially, exist. The most beautiful way God has created for spouses to express their love would never be discovered.
If the desire for good food didn't exist, we could eat nothing but flavourless rice chips for the rest of our lives and not care. Thanksgiving wouldn't even happen. Going out to dinner wouldn't be an occasion. The special Feasts we celebrate in the Church, and the bonding memories we create over the dinner-table, wouldn't be.
If we didn't desire beauty, we would have no motivation to create it- there would be no art, no soul-stirring moments, and essentially, we would have no desire for the beauty of Heaven.
If we had no desire to be beautiful, what would point us to the delighted and appreciative eye of the One who is Beauty and fashioned us in His image and likeness?
If we had no desire to be loved, how many of us would have turned to Him at all?

We would be the invited guests who had no desire to show up at the Wedding Banquet. We would have no desire for good. We wouldn't be us if we lived lives free of longing. Our desires, for all we can use them for sinful means, have been implanted deep within our hearts to point us back to the only Person who can fulfill each one, in its purest aspect, and in ways that we most often never imagine.

Desire was never meant to be squashed. It was meant to be employed for the good of mankind and the glory of Him who made us, to lead us closer to salvation and help us get back up again when we fall, and to be ultimately fulfilled by Christ.

Desires are annoying. But, when owned, they shape the Saints.

Let's be Saints. I think we should desire it.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Catholic Feminism 101: a Natural Approach (the Great Deception of Contraception, Part III)

This is possibly my favourite meme on earth.
Contraception makes a lot of promises. It promises to work... only it doesn't. It promises to make sexual activity purely recreational without any long-term consequences... but doesn't really come through on that one, either. But at least birth control does something good- right?
Let's break this down and go with the classic form of hormonal birth control: the Pill. People gush about the Pill all the time. "Oh, isn't it great? It helps with acne and regulates cycles! It's the best thing since sliced bread! Allow me to run through meadows of rainbows and sing about how wonderful my life has become since I've begun swilling these little tablets down with my breakfast waffles!"
Oh, if only it were that simple or that great! Unfortunately, what people usually don't gush about are the other side effects, like an increased risk of cervical cancer, breast cancer, and liver tumors (not so charming now, is it?), which doesn't surprise me as the Pill has been noted as a class-one carcinogen (that would be a substance with the ability to cause cancer in tissue). It has also been linked with spotty bleeding, dizziness and headaches, blurry vision, skin problems, mood swings, weight fluctuation, a harmed immune system, and abdominal pain. That's right: what's supposed to stop zits and cramps has actually been linked back to zits and cramps, and what's supposed to keep women healthy actually increases their chance for major health problems- it can also permanently damage someone's fertility, even if they plan on only using it for a little while before they want to have kids. As for the bit about regulating cycles, that's actually the pills manipulating the woman's body into thinking it's pregnant for three weeks at a time by altering her hormones. Those placebo or 'sugar' pills of a different colour in the package contain no hormones, stopping the fake pregnancy so that the woman will have her monthly and not freak out, thinking something is the matter. Plenty of other health issues that the Pill supposedly fixes could be more healthily looked into using NaPro, or Natural Procreative Technology. The 'morning after' Pill is an abortifacient, which prevents an already-conceived baby from implantation in the womb. One could be aborting a child without even realizing it.
As for the Shot, Depo-Provera? Studies have shown that it increases risk of osteoporosis and that at least half of the women using it are suffering from bone problems. Depo-Provera use has also been proven to be significantly associated with cervical chlamydia and gonococcal (pus-producing bacteria- yes, it is that gross) infection.
The cervical cap doesn't fit 20-40 percent of women, and besides this, barrier methods of birth control have been linked to preeclampsia (what Sybil died of in Downton Abbey)- in fact, according to The Journal of American Medical Association, preeclampsia is more than twice as common in women who use barrier methods of contraception. To put it bluntly in the words of Chastity Project:
Furthermore, when a man and woman have intercourse, the woman’s body becomes accustomed to the man’s sperm.[6] In medical terms, her immune system develops a gradual tolerance to the antigens on his specific type of sperm and seminal fluid. For several hours after intercourse, a woman’s immune cells will collect and transfer a man’s foreign proteins and entire sperm cells from her cervix to her lymph nodes, where her immune system learns to recognize his genes.[7]
However, if the couple decides to use a barrier method of birth control for an extended period of time before having children, the womb will not be accustomed to the sperm, and the woman’s immune system may treat them as foreign bodies. This can disrupt the delicate balance of hormones and cause the woman’s blood vessels to constrict, leading to higher blood pressure in the expectant mother.[8] This condition (preeclampsia) occurs in about 5 to 8 percent of all pregnancies and can lead to premature delivery of the baby. Unfortunately, pre-term babies are more likely to experience learning disabilities, cerebral palsy, epilepsy, blindness, and deafness. Preeclampsia can also be dangerous for the mother: it is the third leading cause of maternal death during childbirth.[9]
Okay, then. That first paragraph was, er, descriptive. But onward.
There are harmful side-effects or frank ineffectiveness for pretty much every form of artificial birth control a woman can lay her hands on: the diaphragm, the NuvaRing, the Patch.
Does that mean that couples have absolutely no say in the size of their families? Nope! There is actually a method of family planning that is all-natural, and even good for you. What is this magical concept? Well...

I couldn't not make this. Sorry. 
Natural Family Planning (NFP) is the system of birth regulation recommended by the Catholic Church (but you certainly don't have to be Catholic to use it- it is completely doable for people of whatever belief system). Not only is it, when used correctly, more accurate than artificial methods at either avoiding or achieving pregnancy, but it does not involve hormone-manipulation or popping all sorts of chemicals. But isn't this just Catholic birth control?
Yes, it could be described as a form of birth control. But rather than the anti-fertility, shut-down-the-body's-natural-function, self-centered attitude of artificial birth control, NFP says, "You know what? I want the best for myself, my partner, and our future family. I don't want to harm either of our bodies with artificial methods, so if we aren't ready to have a child, we won't be sexually intimate when there's a chance of conceiving."
While it can be used to prevent pregnancy, NFP recognizes the emotional and physical connection in sexual activity, and doesn't treat the fertility of either man or woman as some inconvenient chronic malfunction. It essentially bows to the way God designed humanity in His image and likeness, including procreative aspects (it's also better than artificial contraception for people who aren't Christian, if you missed that part). It also helps the couple to have a greater awareness and knowledge of the woman's cycle (which usually leads to a greater love and appreciation for her body), practices patience and sacrifice, and will hopefully lead couples to a greater creativity in expressing their affection (because if the only thing a person can think of doing for date night is physical activity... they're doing it wrong). I'd also like to point out that the percentage of couples using NFP who divorce is vastly smaller than the percentage of couples using artificial contraception who divorce (NFP: 2% divorce rate).
Besides this, it is loving. How would it feel if you were to get married, and your spouse said to you, "Honey, I really love you... except for your hands. From now on, when we hold hands, would you please wear a plastic glove?"
Contraceptive relations send a distinct message: that Johnny does not want all of Clara, but only what Clara can do to please him. In fact, the very thing that would prove their mutual commitment and make their relationship into a living icon of the Holy Trinity (that would be, another human being, a combination of Johnny, Clara, and the Holy Spirit) is something Johnny would rather endanger Clara than hamper himself with. Or, in an alternate story, Clara would not want all of Johnny- she would want only what could please her and keep him around.
On the other hand, NFP sends a different distinct message: that Johnny loves Clara so much, he would rather abstain for the time being than put her in danger, or bring a child into the world that they aren't ready for. That Clara, knowing Johnny isn't prepared for fatherhood at the time/that she isn't ready to be a mum, would rather abstain than have just a percentage of him, or give just a percentage of herself to him. That, mellons, is real love: the ability to sacrifice for love of another.
Of course, some couples skip birth regulation altogether, and use the method known as Providentialism. Providentialism is very tricky, because a lot of people take it as predestination and think that they can do whatever they darn well please. Providentialism is actually a sacrifice made- the decision to turn an entire area of one's life completely over to God. Rather than having periods of abstinence, the couple would be intimate when the fancy strikes them, and accept children when God gives them (please correct me if my understanding of the concept is inaccurate- I'm not very familiar with Providentialism). Both methods have perks: with NFP, the couple is trained in the aforementioned patience, sacrifice, and creativity, whereas in Providentialism, the couple is trained in trusting Our Heavenly Father and accepting- or accepting a lack of- children where and when He knows is best. Both methods are Church-approved and latex-free, not to mention far more pro-woman (and pro-man, and pro-family) than artificial contraception, because:
  • the woman's fertility is not seen as something utterly disgusting and shameful
  • the woman's health is less at risk from the harmful side effects of artificial birth control
  • fertility awareness leads to a greater knowledge and appreciation of the human body for both the man and the woman
  • intimate exchange is more loving and selfless
  • the couple, through the practices of sacrifice, selflessness, purity, trust, and patience, ultimately learn 
  • the structure of the family and natural functions of the body are respected
Is NFP fun? Probably not. But neither is studying for the Honour Roll... or slaving over a hot stove to cook Thanksgiving dinner... or anything else that has a great compensation in the end.

Praying for you,
Grace

Thursday, October 09, 2014

Liebstered

Good day, m'lovelies! The beautiful Mady of Socks for Supper has been beyond sweet and nominated me for the Liebster Award! Thanks so much, Mady.

MADY'S QUESTIONS

1.) Best feeling in the world?
Being all laughed-out and full of delicious food, probably lazily engaged in hilarious conversation or watching a movie, with some close loved ones.

2.) If you could only wear one colour for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Green.

3.) What is one thing that you could not leave the house without?
Er, clothes? (Kidding) I very rarely go bookless outside the house (or inside the house, for that matter).

4. Favourite smell?
Petrichor. 





5. Which historical figure would you like to have dinner with?
I would like to pull a Mary and sit at Christ's Feet, loving and being loved (but probably also confessing, crying, and asking questions).

6. Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Trek. By that I mean Into Darkness.

7. Most attractive quality about a guy?
Holiness covers most bases and is really attractive, so strong Catholics are the people I tend to develop crushes on; other than that, a good sense of humour. And if he could play the piano or guitar? Swoon.

8. Tea or coffee?
Tea. Tea. Tea. Tea. Tea. Tea. Tea. I don't like coffee at all.

9. You can go anywhere you want in the world, all expenses paid, for one week. Where is it?
I'd say England, but one week really isn't enough time to see the sights. I'd probably go to Italy or Germany to revel in the food and interesting methods of transport (seriously, though, the trains in Germany are really hit-and-miss).

10. What is your favourite Pinterest board and why?
I'd answer if I could, but I don't use Pinterest! Do y'all? 

11. If you could pick one sport/activity/hobby to be really skilled at, what would it be?

I'd really like to be one of those power-knitters, and I'm talking Molly Weasley-level. Knitting is so much fun, and I'd just love to turn out sweaters, socks, and mittens- maybe even dresses.

MY NOMINEES

Peregrin from Traveling Home
Nicole from Carpe Veritatem
Mariah from Within the Grey
Abbey at Miss Abbey Noelle
Melvina from Day Dawns

MY QUESTIONS

1.) What is the last movie you watched and your favourite thing about it?
2.) Chocolate or vanilla?
3.) What should I be reading?
4.) You get to visit just one place (city, town, landmark, site, etc.) in all of Europe. Where will you go?
5.) What is your favourite song right now?
6.) Your quote to live by?
7.) Stripes or polka dots?
8.) Hypothetically, would you wear a plaid beret?
9.) What think you of flavoured teas?
10.) Is there a course or subject that you think everyone should learn? What is it?
11.) The weirdest thing you have ever eaten?

Be blessed,
Grace

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