(1) I’m fairly certain that no matter what time period we’re floating around in, Miss O’Brien should not have hair curls that resemble horns.
(2) That Cora. Always smiling with her head turned like she was just handed a newborn kitty that smelled like baby powder wrapped in a bed of roses. I was just getting to like her in that angry, I’ll-never-forgive-you-for-killing-my-daughter way, but now we’re back to the eerie smiling.
(3) How in the world did all those people find outfits in shades of cream? Can you not play cricket in sage or pale yellow? It looked like a Martha Stewart wedding for crying out loud.
(4) Speaking of color, the ladies were all matchy-matchy at Sybil’s Christening, like they all went to David’s Bridal the day prior and made off with clearance bridesmaid’s dresses. Cream for cricket, breezy lavender dresses for events at churches that involve your dead sister’s child being brought up in a way you don’t approve of.
(5) I’m so bitter that we are left with blood dribbling down Matthew’s sweet face. But all this “I’ll love you til I die, you’re really a nice little Mary” foreshadowing business was getting a bit dull.
(6) So Molesly gets drunk and starts shrieking like a banchee, which is good fun, but don’t we all get tired of seeing him played the fool? One of these days he’s going to rip off his clothes and he’ll have washboard abs and tattoos. Then who’s laughing?
(7) At least Edith is working and Mary’s mothering it up and we don’t have to just watch these women’s dreadful boring days of getting up, eating, changing clothes, and eating again. With all that sitting and eating I’m shocked they aren’t all chubby little cherubs.
(8) I like to say Lord Grantham. It’s so prestigious and elegant. I think I’ll start referring to my father as Lord Franklin and see if he can conjure me up a butler, some tea, and an estate worth millions. See also: Being a Countess should get you free Starbucks
(9) Lady Rose looks like she’s taking meth or perhaps has a nonstop Red Bull habit. Why is she always giggling?
(10) Daisy, quit wearing that dumpy hat. Seriously. You’re about to own a farm and you’re young. Pull yourself together and tease up some bangs.
Just what I needed before heading off to bed, after having laughed through this 2 min video clip of purely goats screaming like humans, is this: Your words. And yeah, Cora’s smile? – thank you! It IS so creepy weird. Moseley with washboard abs and tats, now that’s a delightful thought. Who knows what season 4 holds for the imaginative viewer? [By the way, if you’re curious and need a good laugh: http://gawker.com/5984348/two-minutes-of-nothing-but-goats-yelling-like-humans%5D
A good laugh. I’m glad I’m not the only one who finds Cora’s smile eerie. 🙂
Oh yeah … it’s all true … yet we’re all so addicted!
My Grandmother, in America (but I live in the UK), is crazy over Downton Abbey, and I really don’t get why, but I know what you mean about the cream? Where do they get that stuff? The Cream Clothing Shop or something?!!!
Good points – all true except perhaps #3 – cricket has a uniform and it’s cream and if you play cricket seriously (like all good lords did), then you wear the right clothes. The most famous cricket ground in UK is called Lord’s. 🙂 No class system over there. Noooo way…. 🙂
Love it! But I thought it was going to be Anna who bit the dust, since Bates was gazing all moony-eyed at her at the dance. Those two can’t catch a break. But I knew Matthew was a goner as soon as I saw him in the car. And the matchy-matchy outfits were (I think) due to being in half-mourning for Sybil. Purple is the traditional color. Can you tell I’ve read way too many historical romances?
I adore Daisy. I think she should write a tell-all book.
(I thought the cap was some kind of a promotion, more on the level of Mrs. Patmore, rather than lowly Ivy, but I could be wrong.)
Hahahahaha. Delightful. 🙂
My thoughts exactly. My sides hurt from laughing…..Saturday night live would have a field day with it all.
🙂 my sides ARE hurting…
Exact same thought about the christening outfits.
BTW–I wouldn’t object to being referred to as Dowager Countess.
Except I’m not a widow. I just like the way it sounds 😉
There is wisdom to everything you say…except I agree and disagree about Cora. Yes, she was kinda cool when feisty. However, I have always loved her calm–calm even when calm is not quite appropriate. I would stay out of so much trouble at work if I could have just a fraction of her calm in times of not so calm. Imagine–“What was that? I’m a blankety blank blanking blank and I should blanking blank off? Oh, I see. Well, I’m all for that…” I try to cultivate my inner Lady Cora whenever children swear at me at work. It helps! Really! It does!