Thursday, September 23, 2010

An Ideal Wife - 1998

Louisa meets her destiny at 6 o'clock in the morning. Someone is pounding on the door, then leaning on the doorbell. Someone with good looks and angry blue eyes. Mr. Angry Eyes is in need of a shave. Louisa wonders first if he is drunk then her second thought is that perhaps he is an escaped prisoner on the run. HA! If only. He's just there to inform her that her housekeeper has fainted in the front yard.

Louisa Howarth isn't a nurse...I think we've established that at this point in her career the Great Neels didn't cast nurses in starring roles, but just to keep her in the medical profession, Louisa is receptionist extraordinaire to Sir James. Sir James is taking on a part-time partner, Dr. Thomas Gifford. Guess what? He's Mr. Angry Eyes, only this time the eyes aren't angry, just cold. Cold as ice (which just gave me a Foreigner flash-back....). Those cold eyes don't miss the fact that although Louisa may be a big girl, she's light on her feet and beautiful to boot.

Percy the Pompous (is there any other kind of Percy?) is the kind of gentleman caller who can't take a hint. He will keep proposing and Louisa will keep turning him down. He's good looking - but a little shy when it comes to height. Louisa tops him by an inch.

Louisa lives at home with her stepmother, Felicity. Felicity is still youngish, pretty and charming - and although Louisa is nothing like Felicity, they get along okay. Louisa does help out with money some - but she doesn't give in to Felicity too much. Sure, she pays Biddy (the housekeeper), but that's about the only thing she feels compelled to help out with. In fact, she's coming into an inheritance on her next birthday - her 28th, so she plans on a little more freedom and independence for herself - she's going to get her own flat. which she does with the help of Biddy. Biddy's friend, Mrs. Watts has a flat available and doesn't require a lot of annoying paperwork. As she says, "I won't do the dirty on you." Which phrase you would never hear in polite society, but it works as well as spitting in their hands and shaking. The flat might be tiny, but it is an actual flat, complete with bedroom, living room and kitchen. Louisa's done all this without informing Felicity...but now that she's got the flat, it's time to break the news. Felicity tries on a little emotional blackmail, but Louisa cheerfully brushes it off (♥).

Wherein Sir James travels to 'The Middle East'...leaving Dr. Gifford in Charge.

Louisa as receptionist extraordinaire will now be required to spend one or two nights a week at Dr. Gifford's place. Sounds a little like La Neels didn't have a great grasp on the duties required of a receptionist. After his first day of filling in, Mrs. Grant (the office nurse) asks if 'he'll do'. Evidently he has a lovely bedside manner, but he doesn't waste any of it on Louisa. 'He looks over me, around me, through me, but hardly ever at me, and when he does it's like an icy draught.' Dr. Gifford not only has an icy gaze, but now he's emitting icy draughts. Brrrr. Louisa doesn't let it bother her much - in fact she cheerfully forgives Dr. Gifford with a saucy, 'you can't like everyone you meet.' Even if he doesn't like her, she finds a lot to like about him. His lovely Regency home, lush garden, dog named Bellow and housekeeper named Rosie. Yes, he's got a well run home. All he needs is a wife. Of course he has prospects there also. He's engaged to the lovely, beautiful, golden-haired, fashionably thin, no curves, Helena Thornfold. Helena may look lovely, but she senses a little competition and out come the claws. Catty remarks about Louisa's size are bandied about. At first Louisa silently fumes, but very soon feels sorry for Dr. Gifford. "Helena would make him a terrible wife..." Since Louisa is not particularly shy, she doesn't lose much time before telling Dr. Gifford what she thinks.
Her: She's all wrong for you, you know.
Him: Shall we consider that remark unsaid.
Her: That's always seemed a silly thing to say...(♥♥)
Louisa starts worrying about his future...then has an epiphany. Percy! Percy the Pompous would be just right for Helena. In the meantime Dr. Gifford thinks that Louisa deserves a good husband, but in contrast with Louisa's epiphany, Dr. Gifford can't think of anyone who would suit.
With Sir James still negotiating peace in the Middle East, Dr. Gifford and Louisa are still putting in long hours at the office...so Louisa matter-of-factly invites Dr. Gifford round to her flat for dinner. Nothing fancy, just sandwiches. She takes advantage of the cosy surroundings to do a little fishing. Are you going to the Woodley's ball? After Dr. Gifford leaves, Louisa gives a whoop! The ball will be a perfect place to introduce Percy to Helena and get Helena off the doctor's back.
Sir James comes back from his super secret mission to The Middle East...so no more to-ing and fro-ing for Louisa. Dr. Gifford wishes her a very casual goodbye. 'He doesn't deserve the trouble she was taking over him, but he would thank her later.'
Her next task is to make up to Percy and get him to take her to the ball. Which is as easy as pie. The ball is everything she could wish for. She introduces Percy to Helena with gratifying results. He is quite taken with the fair Helena. Dr. Gifford senses that she's up to something...'I ask myself why...' (as well he should). Why was Louisa so happy to introduce Percy to Helena? 'Percy isn't to think that I might free Helena if he should fancy her for his wife.'
Nothing like a spot of emergency obstetrics. Dr. Gifford ropes Louisa in as helper since there are no nurses at the ball. They take the young couple home - where her own doctor takes over. By now they've missed supper at the ball...so off to a late dinner at Dr. Gifford's (call me Thomas) place...where he invites her to make dinner - and then back to the ball. Percy is overbearing about her absence...he sounds like something from a Brontë novel. Louise goes off to borrow a bike to ride home from the ball...in her long ball gown...Thomas drives her home but icily turns down coffee. Oh dear, he seemed to be thawing and now he's icing up again. This does not change any of her resolve that Thomas mustn't marry Helena. Percy is the answer. Louisa just needs to come up with more opportunities for Percy and Helena to get together. She worries away at the problem like a dog with a bone. In the wee hours of the morning Louisa sits up in bed. A picnic! It would be ideal. She can invite all the mutual friends.
Louisa tells Felicity about it - it sounds lovely, as long as she doesn't have to do any of the preparations.
The picnic is not only a good opportunity for Helena and Percy to get together, but it's also a chance for a Dawning Realization. Whose? His. Yup, Thomas has completely thawed towards Louisa...so much so that the thought comes to him that he would like to have her for his wife. Only one problem...it's Helena. The picnic winds down before teatime. Helena would like to go out that evening, but Thomas cries off - citing work.
He might have had some work, but when he gets off early he makes a bee-line to Louisa's with a brief stop to pick up an abandoned kitten. The kitten is dirty and starving, and so is Thomas - except the dirty part. Their dinner is quite delightful - Louisa gives Thomas the peas to shuck and the table to set, she does the heavy culinary lifting, they share the washing up. It's all quite charming. Thomas does a bit of fishing of his own. He finds out that Louisa is leaving for her vacation quite soon. A trip to Aunt Kitty and Uncle Bob's in Scotland. She practically draws a map to Aunt Kitty's house before Thomas leaves. He leaves Louisa with a kiss on the cheek.
Coincidentally, Sir James had planned to go to Scotland for a conference, but unfortunately his wife is suffering from a severe attack of shingles. Sir James asks Thomas to take his place, which he is more than happy to do.
Meanwhile, Louisa has taken the train to Scotland and is daydreaming and wishing Thomas was there to share it.
Thomas drives himself up and brings his dog, Bellow. He has some actual business to take care of before dropping in on Louisa. He plans to get over his 'infatuation', which plan goes quite well for him...right up until he sees Louisa and realizes that what he is really suffering from is the real McCoy. Doesn't matter that she's wearing an old dress with strawberry stains down the front, she's simply The One.

Scotland is enchanting...hiking, picnic lunches, and an invitation from Thomas for Louisa to ride back to Salisbury in his great socking Bentley.

During the drive home, they cross through Gretna...then down to the family home in the Lake District. Of course the home is lovely - but Helena has never seen it - she's not fond of that part of England. Mum is more than happy to see Louisa, you can just tell that the thought of having Helena as a daughter-in-law has been less than thrilling. Mum reminds Thomas to make a few more stops during the rest of the journey. Editor's Note: If I've learned one thing from Neels, it's that girls need to stop on the road every hour or so. Men, never.
Back home in Salisbury, Louise visits Felicity who shares the information that Percy and Helena have been keeping each other company. Louisa is starting to have some qualms about her plotting. She doesn't want Thomas to be unhappy and if he really wants Helena to be his wife, she'd better do some damage control. Her idea of problem solving is to make Helena look good. She ropes Percy into taking her to a wedding - at which she wears a truly awful dress a dress that clings in all the wrong places (this is done expressly to make Helena look good). Helena will love it. Percy is pompous and Victorian...he declares that he has given his heart to Helena.
Helena is just the same catty person as always...accusing Louisa of putting on weight eating 'all that good Scottish porridge'. Louisa had planned to stick to Percy like white on rice, but he sneaks off the minute she turns her back on him. Thomas is unconcerned - he tells Louisa that he figures Percy is with Helena and they're both fine. Doesn't worry him a bit.
Back at work Louisa runs into Thomas. Literally runs into him.
Her: Are you made of rock?
Him: No, Louisa. I'm flesh and blood.
Her: (Oh great, I've fallen in love...wait a mo'...I've been in love for a long time! Dang.)
Louisa runs into Helena who warns her off of Thomas...and Percy. Seems like Helena can't quite make up her mind. Louisa has little patience with her, 'what twaddle you talk'.

Wherein Biddy Tells a Secret
  • Biddy heard it from Mrs. Watts, whose sister works for the Thornfolds and who happened to be just outside the door while Percy and Helena planned a SECRET WEDDING!!! In Ebbesborne Wake. Louisa decides that she'd better put a spoke in it.
  • Thomas ditches Helena and stops by Louisa's place. He offers to make some coffee while Louisa gets on with her ironing. He then washes up. All while taking her mind off a thunderstorm (♥♥♥).
  • Ebbesborne Wake isn't far...as the crow flies, but Louisa isn't a crow and the roads are narrow. Which all leads to the fact that she's too late to stop the wedding.
  • Thomas shows up - Louisa confesses all and apologizes. "I've ruined your love life and I don't know what to do about it!"
  • Thomas gets called away - he's a doctor - they always get called away at crucial moments...
  • Louisa finally breaks down and cries - while sitting on a tomb in the rain. She is so emotionally exhausted from all the drama that she falls asleep. On the tomb. In the rain.
  • Thomas is in a white-hot rage - he's been searching all over for her...so really, he's scared. He offers to take her home but she can't even get up 'I've got pins and needles' - which she would from sleeping on a tomb.
  • Thomas takes her back to his home, she ties her hair back with a handy piece of string (you never know when a piece of string would come in handy). Rosie brings tea.
  • He tells Louisa that he's thrilled and delighted that Helena and Percy are married. He was worried that something might occur to prevent it.
  • I love you.
  • I love you.
  • Snogging.
  • We shall have an ideal marriage. We shall love each other and argue and quarrel and make it up again and delight in each other's company.
  • Snogging.
  • The end.

Rating: I really really really like this book. Really. Louisa is simply adorable. She is big, beautiful and has plenty of self-confidence. She is always speaking her mind in a very forthright manner. Thomas is pretty great himself. He starts out chilly but warms right up next to the burning flame that is Louisa. You can just tell they're going to have a great marriage. Queen of Puddings!
Food: While recovering from her migraine, Biddy makes soup that is too salty, lamb chops slightly charred and pudding that looked like it had been a deep frozen dessert. Locally cured ham, scones, watercress soup (twice), lamb (three or four times), toffee pudding!!! Kedgeree, Welsh rarebit, pork pie, rhubarb tart, lardy cake!! Bushels of bannocks, teacakes, toast with Marmite.
Fashion: Jersey skirt and top with a little jacket in oatmeal, wide cotton skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, cotton dress with strawberry stains down the front, denim skirt, pinnies, apricot crêpe dress for the ball, elegant Italian shoes, Helena wears a jade-green silk outfit with silver sequins, cut far too low over her regrettable lack of bosom.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Question of the Week

Got Nanny?

Nannies. I just love the idea of a Neels nanny--a faithful and mostly trustworthy (there were the few times that the faithful retainer attempted to sabotage a Brit nurse's recently contracted MOC by brainwashing her little charges) matronly type with no family to speak of except for the odd niece (who is the perfect age and disposition to surrender her independent will to short people wholly unrelated to her) or sister (who runs a boarding house).

Some of the Bettys have had nannies (Betty Sherri). Some of them were nannies (Betty Kylene and Betty Suzanne). But what is my own opinion?

I actually love the idea of nannies if you need a child care option. But for me they would be a disaster. My native disposition, unfettered by the daily demands of reality, is so bone-idle that I would quickly devolve into Professor Maximillian van der Hoevel's feather-brained sister who hands off her child at any pair of willing (or unwilling) hands. I've been raising babies for the last decade which has forced me into unnatural activity that already (with my youngest nudging two) is becoming cast away from my in-born personality. (Cue the sounds of trains uncoupling.) Thank heavens I didn't have a nanny (or enthusiastic mother-in-law) or I wouldn't have managed even basic competency in all those messy but necessary feeding-changing-cradling-nursing skills.

Most people are better than me.

My question is: What do we really think about the Neels nanny?

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

And the Winners Are....


The Super Grand Gold Medal Prize goes to Betty Kylene - for bribing the judges with an awesome piece of embroidery AND for making her own nurses cap AND for being our new pin-up Betty. Her prize is a trip to Seattle, a day in the company of The Founding Bettys and Tea at the Queen Mary Tea Room, oh, and a night on my couch...

The Tulips for Augusta Award goes to Betty JoDee. For her train trip to Philidelphia, her hat, her dress (in a useful shad of grey that won't soon date) and for her ideas for future t-shirts. She can use her prize to write bread and butter letters.


The Promise of Happiness Award goes to Betty Magdalen - for extensive wardrobe augmentation in the guise of her Bettysday Tribute T-shirts and for roping in two, count 'em, two, MEN into her celebration.


The No Beastly Dutch Oaths Award goes to Betty Ross, for his Bettysday Crossword Puzzle. He can use his prize to make a Dutch version of the Bettysday Crossword Puzzle.


Betty Barbara and Betty Margaret receive the Clotted Cream Award for highly reverential fanciness (most especially for their picture of their court shoes) and a smashing tea.


Betty Mary is to receive the Bassetts Allsorts Award for her generosity in releasing Betty books into the wilds of Concord.










For all the runners-up, The Araminta Award - in which 'doing good is its own reward'.
*If you haven't ever sent me your address, send it to me by email - I plan on going to the post office by Friday.

Upcoming Reviews


Monday, September 27th. Ring in a Teacup. In case you missed it, we had an entire contest devoted to this awesome piece of cover art. Yet another 'other woman' named Mies, Lucy has a fun family.








Thursday, September 30th. The End of the Rainbow. Quite the Cinderella story, Olympia and Waldo meet on the steps of the National Gallery, Waldo has a young daughter, there's a conniving 'other woman' wannabe.

British Word of the Day

Betty Grandpa with a captive audience

skint
Adj. lacking funds (British slang term)

The father of The Founding Bettys used to talk a lot about money. As his profession was teaching high school industrial arts (love the 'arts' part of working with an acetylene torch) and as his brood was a massive one we were often short of funds. But along with other pearls of wisdom doled out by the old man (such as 'Measure twice, cut once' and 'Buy the worst house on the nicest street', etc. (you have no idea how much is covered by 'etc.')) we were given his opinion about how currency surpluses and deficits might effect our attitudes about ourselves.

Time without number I would hear, 'Betty Keira (how did he know!), we're not poor; we're broke.' He might be telling me this while he had me captive on a chair lift on the side of a snowy mountain dressed in the finest skiing gear the Saint Vincent de Paul thrift store had to offer. Poor, to him, was people who were stuck. Broke was a temporary state out of which rose the most marvelous contrivances known to man.

Dad would understand 'skint'.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Bettysday in the Northwest: Part Two

Dear me, I so want to make it work but, as indicated by my awkward smile, I could be called The Adam Sandler of Period Accessorizing. Betty Kylene, however, is rocking the shades and scarf. This Bettysday will be legendary.At the Ritual Bettysday Gift Exchange I brought enamel pins for my Sister Bettys just like Professor Baron Sybren Oosterwelde van Doelsma ter Brandt might purchase in some tucked-away antiques shop in the Cotswolds for his MOC wife which is bound to foreshadow his plummet into love. It would really have set me back had I not manufactured them with my own hands out of...wait for it...pine cones and nail polish.For her awesomely embroidered plunger art, Betty Kylene snagged a few new Bettys bringing her total up to something still pitifully inadequate.I can't begin to tell you how handy Betty Kylene's nurse uniform came in. Naturally we had to start a game of Betty Bingo. Patent leather purse? That's one square. Lurking around a British food store? That's another square. (Will a bomb go off or will I be benignly helped by a Pakistani proprietor or will I end up shelving cans there when I lose my job? I can't wait to see!)
Purchasing travel souveniers for the home help back in Portland? Yet another square. (I would have pictures of that but the van Voorhees children ate all the chocolates.) Bestriding a bronzed pig would be just the sort of activity some sprightly Araminta might engage in. Plenty of them were dragged off to see that Friesian Mother Cow statue if I recall...(Another box checked!)I can't quite decide if this one covers two bases. Totem poles might be the Northwest's answer to Egyptian mummies in the British museum but as we chased this one down (happily not in the company of some lecherous houseman who has walked us off our feet and prosed on and on about dead people) we noticed that Mijnheer van Werdmer ter Hunkerdojkter would have warned us to stay away from this dodgy side of town. (Of course we would have ignored him.) Were we accosted by rowdy youths? Again, happily, no.Ducking into a secondhand bookstore (where our impecunious father will drive the family to the brink of penury feeding his first edition habit) we read a little Punch and then got a kick out of their plastic-wrapped Nurse/Doctor romances. Check, check, check!What do you think Doctor Arnold's ambition is all about?Couldn't find a great, socking Bentley or even a well-bred Rolls but a very RDD Jaguar (must be said 'Jag-you-are' with as little lip movement as is possible) was sighted.Having the time of our lives? BINGO.

Bettysday Tribute Contest Entry

Hi,
Attached is my entry for the contest. Hopefully it will work as a zipped file. If not, I can send the files individually.
These would have been my t-shirts had I been efficient enough to get them made. I'm still going to get the #1 made anyway.
Thanks,
Betty JoDee


(Editor's Note: I didn't get these put in order, but I think the blue shirt in the second row was #1)