Old Maid – One-Liner Wednesday

Seven and twenty is an old maid, asks I, then I must teach my sisters’ ten children to embroider and play their instruments very ill indeed!


I laughed out loud when I read a line in one of my books about the age of women in regards to marrying in the Regency Era and I laughed because I am at that age right now! It also brought to mind a line from Jane Austin’s Pride and Prejudice where Miss Elizabeth Bennet tells her older sister that she shall die an old maid and teach Jane’s ten children to sew and play the piano very badly. I also have ten nieces and nephews, though rather than coming from just one sister they are spread across three.

Check out the original One-Liner Wednesday. (Will update link when able.)

Unnoticed

Please look this way

And notice the smile on my face.

See me even as I see you,

Sitting here, waiting for your regard.

Especially when you have mine…

Don’t forget that I am here!

 

Oh, but this is splendid!

Value given to me at last!

Even as I glory in being asked first

Reality sets in as your eyes turn to my sister…

 

This is what passed through my head when re-watching A&E’s version of Pride and Prejudice in the scene where Mr. Collins is included in the invitation to the ball that Mr. Bingley is throwing and he states that he wishes to dance with all of his cousins. Mary, who throughout Mr. Collins’s visit seems to be the only person from amongst the sisters that enjoys his company or wants it, looks elated for a few moments when she thinks that Mr. Collins is about to ask for her hand for the first two dances before she realizes that he is turning towards Elizabeth instead. The look on her face when she finally realizes that there is nothing she can do to call Mr. Collins’s attention to her as long as Lizzy is there was painful once I recognized it for what it was. I’d never noticed her expression in quite this way before.

You Hurt Me

Jane Austin’s books are something that have always been very near and dear to my heart. Every time my mother was pregnant, her mother gave her another copy of one of the novels. I’ve grown up listening to the books be talked about, watching different takes on them and reading them.

The first time I ever moved and we were looking through the house that we would eventually live in there was a closet with shelves in it. I was with my two younger siblings and we all made eye contact and laughed at the same time the line so well known from Pride and Prejudice tumbling from our mouths in sync.

“Shelves in the closet, happy thought indeed.”

I adore the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice, it was the first one I ever watched and everything has always paled in comparison, but my favorite Jane Austin story is by and far Persuasion.

I didn’t much care for it as a child and it really only existed on the perimeter of my mind until I was an adult. The first time I watched it after graduating high school I realized that I loved it all the more for the sorrow that was within it as well as the happiness that does come at the end.

It’s a story about people who love each other and who hurt each other but keep trying to live. It’s not the end of the world for them and that is something that struck me solidly and still does whenever I think about it.

Yes, they were your love, maybe in even the truest love that you have ever or will ever have, but just because they’re gone (by death or choice or a hundred other things) doesn’t mean that you have to lay down at die. It is so easy to die for the ones that you love, but it is even more difficult to live for them instead. Even when you think that they hate you.

No.

Especially when you think or even know that they hate you.

Because your love is strong enough to withstand the wear and tear of time and life going on.