Channeling Julie No. 2

I'm channeling my inner Julie this week with another one of my random favorite things.  I like to keep my teabags (PG Tips) in a vintage Mason jar.  Every morning, when I make my tea, I enjoy the simple ritual of unscrewing the lid, removing a bag, and inhaling deeply, before replacing it.  The sweet, heady scent of the tea is so therapeutic, and I love the way the sunlight plays through the blue bubbled glass. It's just one of those little things that makes me happy, like raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens.

I adore simple pleasures. 

They are the last refuge of the complex.

― Oscar Wilde

doppelgängers

A man's face is his autobiography.

A woman's face is her work of fiction.

Oscar Wilde

The last time I was at one of my favorite bookstores, not the one with the creaky hardwood floors, but the other one, in the old church building, I picked up a lovely soft cover book Virginia Woolf by Ruth Webb. Not only is it full of wonderful photos of Woolf, but excerpts of her handwritten pages, as well. I've always maintained much can be gleaned from one's face and hand.

One thing about her face, that especially struck me, was how much she looked like Oscar Wilde. Intriguing, how both writers, in their own particular styles, used settings in English polite society to discuss human relationships in class and gender. I was also compelled to compare their handwriting, which happened to be amazingly similar, not to mention their names both begin with "w". Curious, don't you think?

Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway manuscript, left, and Wilde's correspondence, right
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