downton recap. season 3, episode 1. unedited and uncircumcised.

 

 this recap has been written based on the way that is was shown in the UK.

which is to say 1 hour episodes, not 2 hour episodes.

 

i am working on part 2 as we speak..

i didn't even think about the premiere being jammed into 2 episodes.

americans are so greedy (said like the dowager).

 

in any case..

here is the recap to PART ONE (thanks pbs) of downton abbey (said like laura linney, only "thanks pbs" is totally said like me when i'm annoyed).

 

 it's spring 1920 at our favorite house and daisy is riding a bike.

 

 

the whole village is at mary and matthew's wedding rehearsal.

everyone's discussing whether or not sybil is coming to the wedding.

sybil isn't coming bc she's no longer a crawley, she's a branson and a branson is poor.

lord G won't pay for the visit because fuck that branson fellow.

 

 

 downstairs everyone is talking about jailbates while eatin' some treacle. 

essentially it's still thomas vs. bates.

also...treacle. 

treacle.

 

 

 

meanwhile cousin isobel tries to convince the dowager and cora that everyone is just being a judgemental asshole regarding branson and sybil coming back to downton.  "no one would even notice or care".

 the dowager agrees, she thinks it's a good idea for branson and sybil to be at the wedding,

he just needs to be watched so that he doesn't act like an irish mob leader..

 

 

 

back at downton o'brien reveals her new bangs.

there is a decidedly less mattress spring to forehead ratio.

there is talk of alfred "ted" nugent.

o'brien's nephew and man in the running towards becoming downton's next top footman.

 

 

later o'brien is seen fingering lady cora's hair.

finger waving?

braiding.

finger braiding?

i'll stick with fingering.

she asks cora if her nephew could be the new footman.

that o'brien is a sneaky opportunist.

 

 lord G comes in and he seems distracted, stressed.

cora uses this to her advantage asking him if it's ok to buy a new footman.

he agrees.

must remember this technique.

 

 

over at the jail...

 

 anna is talking to bates, trying to clear his name like it's her job...

anna- take this letter and decipher it with all that extra time you have these days. ok?

now...what news have you got for ME?

 

bates- umm...a new cell mate who's a total dick?

 

anna- just do what mother says...never make an enemy by accident...now let me finish my job here as yorkshire's finest P.I..  and don't forget that letter...find us some blue's clues you lazy ass.

 

 

meanwhile...

 

alfred, the giant footman shows up.

he's a ginger too. 

double fucked.

 

 

carson is not impressed.

 

 

across town.. 

lord G visits the monopoly guy.

 

 

 

 monopoly informs him that his bright idea of investing all of cora's money in canadian RR was a bad idea.

apparently canadians didn't ride trains in the 1920's.  

ever.

 

which totally doesn't make sense bc canada is, like, fucking huge.

 

 

meanwhile...

 

everyone is decorating the village with etsy crafts for the wedding of the lamest couple in the land.

 

speaking of lame couples... 

edith and jeff daniels are talking in a car about nothing.

 

 

while downstairs everyone wants more money or a better position.

and as we all now know...

that ain't happening bc there is no money.

 

 

family dinner #4,000..

everyone is talking about the arrival of cora's mother.

no one is more excited than the dowager.

 

and the ginger giant is helping with dinner.. 

the dowager is visibly sickened..

 

 

 

 

talk turns to living a simpler life..minus servants..

the dowager thinks that idea is hilarious..

 

 

 

 

 

matthew and mary talk about having sex with each other...

it's gross.

 

 

sybil and branson tom mr. branson her husband arrive...

background tension.

 

 

and inside a blue shirt inside a blue skirt inside a blue room..

matthew is talking to cousin isobel about how lavinia left a big ass fortune to 3 possible heirs.

matthew being one of them.

the first guy died of the spanish flu.

 the 2nd guy is in india somewhere drinking tea and so the last guy on the list is matthew.

 

 

i think we all know where this is going...

 

wait...where is this going?

 

 

 

family dinner #4,001..

 

everyone is all up in tom's olive green everything.

 

 

when will these aristocrats learn that you can't judge a book by its irish leisure suit?

 

 

meanwhile...

 

daisy is on strike and giving us full nell in this picture.

 

OH! and the gray's are coming.

wait...who are the gray's???

 

 

 upstairs LG tells cora he lost her fortune..

 


cora's cool about it because she's an american.

have gun will murder travel.

 

 

tom wants to stay in a bar in the village bc dinner at downton is the worst.

 

matthew tells tom he's got his back..

matthew and tom hi 5 each other over being brothers.

 

 

meanwhile scene 2 of the bates murder mystery spin off show..

or as i like to call it scene 2 too many.

 

a little later..

 

 anna is fingering edith's hair and making her all pretty for a certain jeff daniels????

 

 

downstairs obrien's bangs are the plot is thickening..

o'brien wants thomas to help alfred get ahead of the footman game and thomas is like..

 

why would i do that?  i'm an asshole, remember?

and just like that the dream team is destroyed.

 

 

upstairs the grays are here and there is a party for them.

 

 

the young gray...larry?...is picking on tom..

 

and we learn that along with irish leisure suits there are manners packed in tom's suitcase.

or something.

also larry gray's and lady mary's eyebrows went to the same acting school.

 

 

LG tempts the dowager with some fancy drink..

 

she's like..

 

 

 

 

meanwhile...

sir antony daniels is complimenting edith's fingerwaves when he notices larry plopping some pill in tom's drink.

 

at dinner tom is more irish than usual. that is to say more drunk.

 

grrrr....i'm so angry and embarrassing!!!

 

 

after a few uncomfortable outbursts it's sir antony to the rescue. 

he spills the potatoes (irish) about the acid in tom's drink making him appear more drunk (crazy? angry?).

 

 

 what happens next is too awesome (cheesy) for words..

matthew stands up and asks the totally crazy drunk tom to be his best man...


 

all the girls swoon accordingly...

 

 

that'll show eyebrow guy.

 

 

 LG and cora talk over a nightcap about telling mary of downton's certain financial ruin.

seriously...did anyone else think cora took this a bit too lightly?

i would have been a little more...umm....concerned?

 

 

 and...

bates and his cell mate have words.

 

 

the dowager and isobel are having some tea with the fireplace of my dreams and tom shows up.

they tell him he must wear a proper morning coat.

 

he's like..no thanks, i'm fine with my tweed leisurewear.

they're like..no..you wear morning coat.

 

 

 

here comes trouble.

aka martha levinson.

cora's mother.

shirley maclaine.

me in 20 years...

 

 

there's a kicky tune in the background as she arrives and tells sybil her wedding plans suck, edith her face sucks, and mary her wedding's gonna suck...

 

 

once inside they all cram together on 2 sofas and drink tea...

martha takes her big american dick out and pees on matthew's face.

why should he inherit all her money?

 

matthew checks his watch and is like..oops..that time already?

 

he and mary walk out and he tells her that a letter came regarding lavinia's death from the flusads..

 

he is one dead body closer to being heir to lavinia's hefty fortune. 

 

but OF COURSE he doesn't want it.

mary's like..umm...no you DO want it. 

 

and she slaps the paper out of his hand...

bc this show is kind of boring if marys not mad at matthew or matthew's legs aren't broken. 

 

 

the dowager runs into martha in the hall...

dowager:  americans are brash assholes with no respect for tradition.

martha: the english are stuck up and pretentious.

 

the scene we were all waiting for was a bit of a letdown if i'm honest.

the best we get from the dowager is this:

 

 

 

 

 

meanwhile..

family dinner 4,002..

it is revealed that the dowager is the one that paid for sybil and branson to come to downton.

martha tells the dowager that she may have underestimated her.

 

the dowager simply says she's a woman of many powers, as she slurps her soup...

 

 i was hoping for a bit more so i changed it ever so slightly..

 

 

 

mary is upset and leaves.

(who wouldn't?  old people eating soup is gross.  ok everyone eating soup is gross.)

 

 

tom and matthew are having cocktails and talking about shit like bros...

tom tells matthew that he would have a life of sads if mary wasn't in it.

 

upstairs anna is un-fingering mary's hair while she tells her that men like matthew only come around once so she ought to hold on to him...

worst advice ever bc matthew has a vagina.

 

 

but whatever..

 

 matthew visits mary's room to hug it out.

she's not having it..at first...

but then matthew tells her what tom said and she agrees to forgive him and marry him despite her better judgement.

 

he wants to kiss her...

 

but mary says it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding....

 

and so they agree to kiss with eyes closed.

but not before mary's eyebrows PHYSICALLY REMOVE THEMSELVES FROM HER FACE and reach around the door to punch matthew in the dick (vagina).

seriously those things have a mind of their own.

 

"i swear i am not pretending this is pamuk"

 

 

WEDDING DAY!!

 

more hair fingering and sex talk between the crawley women and anna.

cora basically tells mary with her eyes that there is a difference between getting almost-raped by a turkish diplomat who dies on you and sex with someone you love.

 

 

downstairs carson and LG wait for mary to walk down the stairs...

 

she appears and says..

 

will i do....carson?

 

it's the sweetest thing ever.

 

carson tries to choke back tears...

 

and i nearly gag on my own tears.

 

 

 

blah blah they get married...

 

 

 the end.

 

my thoughts..

 

shirley maclaine killed it.

she was a breath of fresh air.

 i expected nothing less.

 

so downton lost all it's money which could mean a few things here..

they have to sell

they have to get the money from big martha 

matthew inherits lavinia's fortune

or...they have to open a pretzel shop.

 

time will tell. 

but i do love a good pretzel.

 

edith is coming on strong to sir antony,

who looks like he doesn't know where he is half the time.

 i smell a (cheap) wedding in their future.

i mean they used up all the bunting in the land for mary's wedding.

what's left to decorate with but thomas's old cigarette butts?

 

and if i have to sit through one more anna and bates dark prison table scene.. 

i'm gonna punch my boobs all night long.  

 

 

 spill it!!

 

 

was it as good as you'd hoped?

nothing really ever is, is it?

 

 

***so these thoughts were written in regards to part one..

we all know the answers to these questions now... just humor me and pretend pbs did not totally fucking ruin my recap. 

i am out the door this morning on my way to stab pbs to death.

 

 

day 13

 

so on wednesday morning i put fiona in the car and drove her to school.  

we were a little later than usual bc after the holidays who knows what fucking time it is let alone what day..

but when we pulled up to the school not one single car was there. (wow we were REALLY late)

the cones weren't out. (we were now in the getting written up zone)

no sign of life. (wait a minute....)

doors locked. (fuck self)

 

 

SINCE WHEN IS WINTER BREAK SIXTEEN DAYS LONG?!

lucky me i work from home but what do you 9-5 ers do with your kid at these times?

 

the christmas presents have lost their luster and i am getting screamed at for just about everything. 

 

yesterday's walk in the freezing cold wasn't such a great idea..

 

 

 

until we got to the playground...

 

 

thank god for playgrounds.

 

and wine.

 

 

and television..

 

like..

 

MILLION DOLLAR DOUCHERATORS..

how many times did you choke back vomit when JAM talked about how hard it was to decorate entirely from catalogs?

 

but then you were clapping like a pre teen mom at a one direction concert when you saw that shit go down west elm style...

 

 

 

but then you vommed again when he "just had to" buy that 10,000 bench.

 

apparently the word "entirely" as in "decorate my house entirely from catalogs" really means "except when you see a local boat for sale, then nail that to the wall in the corner of my great room.  or missoni chairs, buy those too".

 

in his defense...he's totally right.

you can't decorate a house entirely from catalogs and think it's not going to look like it's been decorated entirely from catalogs.

you gotta have a few antiques floating around in there to make it special..

but a 10,000 dollar bench is face punching territory.

 

and as for those chairs- he could have bought cheap-ish directors chairs and had them recovered in a missoni look-a-like fabric for a lot less. 

 

but whatever,  these people have a house on the ocean in nantucket...what the hell were they doing decorating from catalogs anyway?

 

OH!! i know!!!!

....if they used west elm in the show west elm would pay for everything.

 

got it. 

rich people are the luckiest.

 

 

hey west elm...

i will decorate my house using ONLY west elm products and document it here on my blog if you pay for it.

 

 

moving on..

 

because we all need to see this again today..

 

 

so much has happened!!

jude is judy again and she's getting a taste of her own medicine.

homegirl got the juice last night and hard.

now she's in one flew over the cuckoos nest territory.

eunice is dead as is dr. arden.

grace is alive again and pepper is in charge.

 

this show lost all it's scary factor and just moved into hilariously nuts.

 

 

also started watching this show..

 

why is all tv so intense?

 

whatever happened to touched by an angel?

 

 

it is really no wonder people murder each other these days with such ease.

 

AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

 

QUICK! QUICK!!

kitty paws KITTY PAWS!!!!

 

 

 

baby panda waving..BABY PANDA WAAAVVVING!!!!!!

 

 

whew..

that's better.

 

 

one more for the road..

 

 

 

 

baby animals make everything better. 

 

 

 

 

2013- here's what i'm thinking...

bet you weren't expecting that, were you?

 

new year, new look. 

new everything.

change is awesome.

 

i plan on changing the look of the blog on a regular(ish) basis. 

i figure we're all serial decorators here, we can handle it. 

 

big ups to susie, my minty pal, for putting this look together for me.

she is really awesome at blog design among many other things.

and just an awesome friend in general.

 

 

ok, why red?

well, red is the color of the root chakra..

just kidding...

we tried a bunch of different colors as backgrounds with various paintings..

and this was our favorite.

simple as that.

 

it's going to change though.

with new paintings and new color inspiration.

so if red makes your butthole cringe, no worries..

it's going to change many times over so i am sure emerald (everyone's new favorite color) is in your future.

 

 

 

 

anyway..

moving on to what i am thinking for 2013...

 

understated, casual sophistication. 

 

 

 

repeat...

understated, casual SOPHISTICATION.

 

always and forever but with less diamond pattern and more fringe.

 

 

 

clean lines mixed with...

 

 

 

nubby textures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

a few pieces of amazing furniture rather than a room full of who cares furniture.

 

 

 moody and casual.

MUCH less fuss.

black and white art.

 

 

 

colorful, vintage pottery.

 

or collections of your choice. 

 

 

1 big statement art piece rather than several little groupings to make a statement. 

also..

original art.

 

"don't buy copies of art. if you can't afford the real thing, go for a walk and find a stone that looks as beautiful as a brancusi sculpture. you can find amazing things in nature."- axel vervoordt.

 

 

mid century fiber art.

i am slightly obsessed.

 

 

folk art.

 

particularly southern folk art.

 

folk art tells a story and it's so colorful and beautiful.

i want to see people buy art because they are moved by it.

not because it matches their decor.

 

 

and what could be cooler than a folksy, country quilt paired with modern furniture and lighting?...

 

see also rag rugs.

 

 

ultimately i think i am ready for a large paring down process.

less stuff.

 

clean surfaces.

fewer pillows.

simple lines.

homey and cozy,

but with sophistication.

 

it is so.

 

 

 

what day is it?

 

 

 

as if christmas weren't enough of a gut shanker...

fiona's birthday is on new year's eve.

so to say i am pooped at just about this time every year is an understatement.

 

 

the slumber party tent this year was just our camping tent with fiona's curtains slung over the top.

 

and a pink ikea lantern inside..

 

 

super easy and effective.

 

 

fiona inherited a dollhouse from a family friend and i painted it black with white trim.

 

inspired by..

 

 

 

 

right??

 

plus it looks great on display in the house.

 

there is still the whole matter of the inside though.

 it's vintage so the shell has been gutted.

the decorating will take some time.

i need wallpaper scraps y'all.

send me some.

 

you guys, hot toddies are legit.

first of all i had never had a hot toddy before,

i am not a liquor drinker-

but i did some internet research and bulleit bourbon is not only smooth and vanilla-y, it's downright delicious!

i did some more internet research and combined a few recipes i found for hot toddies..

 

here's my recipe for the ultimate cold zapping mother fucker of a hot toddy..

 

 first draw an extremely hot bath (not organ boiling or skin melting but probably hot enough to redden your hiney)..

add 2 cups of epsom salts.

1 cup of baking soda.

1 tsp of powdered ginger (the kind you get in the spice isle).

 

while this is going down go and chop 1 thumb-sized piece of fresh ginger.

put it in a tea cup.

put 1 1/2 cups of water on to boil.

put one cold and flu season tea bag in your cup.

i use this kind- but you can use any tea you want. 

i just happened to have had it and it was at night so i didn't want any caffeine.

next add a generous pinch of red pepper flakes. 

you can use cayenne but the red pepper flakes are more mellow while still giving you the much needed heat.

next add a teaspoon or more to taste of RAW honey.

when the water has reached an almost boil add it to the cup.

then add your jigger of bourbon.

i used 2 teaspoons, but a jigger is about an ounce.

you can use more if you want ya filthy animal.

last step is to squeeze the juice of half a lemon in the cup.

now go sit in that hot bathtub for 40 minutes (adding more hot water as needed) while you sip that tea.

 

i am telling you..

just what the doctor (me) ordered.

 

 

 

 

see ya on the flerpity flerp florp.