DOWNTON RECAP 3/4

 hey guys.

sorry this is late. 

the cruds had me not doing much for a few days and then my cat got sick so there was that.

 

anyway..

here we go..

 

 

 we start off this week with letter-gate.

 

no letters for anna.

 

no letters for bates.

 

but as is so often the case in alternate universes like downton abbey town,  zero letters + zero letters cancel each other out and make it RAIN LETTERS!!!

 

just kidding.  there really are NO LETTERS! 

and letters are all these 2 have.

apparently.

 

 

elsewhere...

 mary is almost down to her birth weight!!

go mary!

 

 

anna, how is bates?  are his romantic letters helping you to cope with his absence?

 

 

mrs. crawley gives a letter from ethel to mrs. hughes.

it probably does not say: this prostitution thing is really working out for me.  my life is amazing.  please do not send me poison to kill myself.  this era is the #1 era for ladies like me.  sincerely, ethel  hhzzeehhckkklllrsh (the sound of syphilis infected lungs)

 

 

carson asks matthew and lord g if he is to call them both lordship now that they are both masters of downton..

 

matthew's baby-faced head pops off and he turns into a headless baby who hates being master of downton.

 

but lord G is like all the way yes!  

 

carson's head explodes.

 

 

the next morning at breakfast.. 

matthew asks edith why she's not having breakfast in bed.

 

only married ladies eat in their beds, says edith.

see also lazy ladies, fat ladies, depressed ladies, ladies with pica (ladies who eat their beds in their beds), ladies who are moms and just want to watch the fucking housewives in peace!!!

matthew suggests she write to the times.

OH SHE WILL!!! says her indignant face. 

 

 

mary is turning a nursery into a sitting room.

makes sense.

 

and then matthew breathes his nerd words all up in mary's ears.

 only mary could take a nursery and turn it into a sitting room while getting some estrogen injections to make babies.  because that's totally what she was doing at the doctor's, right?

 

 

 

edith brings some 'scent' and whining to granny...

she wants none of either of them.

 but she does want to tell edith to do anything but gardening. 

gardening is for old ladies. 

and gay dudes.

 

 

 

 

anna cries some more about the letters.

here's an idea that a smart person would have..

walk down to the prison and ask him about the letters.

 

 

 

over on the set of les mis..

bates is sad about the letters. 

 

but then his prison friend tells him someone has been intercepting the letters...

 

he's happy.

 

sad. happy. sad. happy. 

 

remember when you liked this storyline?

kkllllurrrssshhhhhhcccrrlllllssshhh. (my own death rattle)

 

 

meanwhile..

 

alfred is fingering some spoons...

 

it's so gross.

he's becoming a spoon fingering superstar though, says carson.

 

finally we find out what ethel wants..

she needs mrs. hughes to write a letter to charlie's grandparents asking them to take charlie.

such is the life of a hopeless prostitute.

here's another idea that a smart person named mrs. crawley could have..

hire edith and take care of charlie yourself.

 

mrs. bird almost strokes out over handing ethel her coat.

also mrs. bird should change her name to mrs. the 5th beatle.

 

 

some mysterious man is running in the rain.

hint: it's tom branson.

 

 

 

a cryptic sybil tells edith she's alright but that col. mustard did it in the ballroom with the knife.

 

later during dinner there is a knock on the door...

 

it's wet, angry tom.

 

 

 

tom tells mary not to tell anyone.

mary conspires to hide tom upstairs but then goes and tells paPA and granny.

 

which is why i will never tell mary anything. 

but what mary lacks in secret keeping she makes up for in beautiful, claret-colored dresses. 

 

 

 downstairs everyone plays the guess why tom was in the rain game..

 

 

daisy suggests he's running from the police..

what an idiot- says anna. 

10 points from gryffindor- says mrs. hughes.

 

but then dumb ol mrs. hughes says he was out for a walk in the rain..

 

mrs. o'brien is like um.  no dummy!  why don't you go buy a toaster! 

10 points from slytherin- says everyone else.

 

for the record..daisy was right.

 treacle for everyone!!

 

 

upstairs there's a meeting to discuss what the shit is going on..  

 

first of all where's sybil? 

well...

apparently tom burned down a castle.

or at least he helped conspire to burn down a castle.

so he is 7/8ths responsible according to convenient laws of the 1920's aristocracy.

sybil is safe though but fending for herself.

which sends lord g over the edge.  

 

 

but granny thinks it might have been a good idea to burn down that ugly old castle..

 

 

 

then tom tells a story that no one can relate to.

 

 

 

downstairs mrs. hughes bought a toaster.

carson thinks toasters are witchcraft. 

witches think toasters are carsoncraft.

i think wine is delicious.

 

 

but who cares about a toaster when that hot slut jimmy arrives!!

 

 

jimmy kent shows up as the new possible footman.

he smells like apples. 

all the girls are pleased.

 

especially thomas.  she gets a boner in her downstairs.

 

 

next morning lord g is off to london to make things right.

because he is magic?

because he is a lord?

 

why hasn't he found anna and bates' missing letters?

that seems easier.

 

 

tom tells lord g that at least he knows he lives in a harsh world.

since when are 4 leaf clovers and lucky charms harsh

 

(i love irish people, mostly) 

 

 

ethel and her adorable son charlie are meeting with the grandparents and isobel and mrs. hughes..

 

watching mothers give up their children is the BEST EVER!!!!

 

but c'mon, no one in reality would be that judgey of "someone like ethel"
while mainlining hooker cooter at the same time. 

well played julian fellowes. 

my blood was boiling.

 

 

 

back at les mis..

 

bate's "friend" is helping bates bc he can't stand bate's cellmate.

 

 

mary convinces carson to hire jimmy bc alfred looks like a puppy rescued from a puddle.

which is a semi-nice way of saying alfred looks like a "special" ginger with no eyebrows.

 

also jimmy makes all the girls horny and everyone likes horny girls.

 

ethel says goodbye to charlie.

 

this scene was not hard to watch at all.  

 

it did not make me wanna kill people. 

 

 

back at les miz

 bunk search.

looks like someone left behind a reeaallly old tampon. 

or maybe some chex mix?

i honestly have no clue.

a cat toy? 

 

 

sybil shows up!

 

there is another family gathering.

 

mary does that belittling thing she does so well.. 

that ball crushing, soul crushing thing.

 

thankfully a letter arrives, by magical owl it would seem, to tell us all what to do.

 

neither tom nor sybil are to leave downton says the letter from lord g.

 

 

 

thomas spies jimmy getting dressed..

 

his skin is smooth and creamy like buttermilk. 

 

 

o'brien lurks.

we see where this one is going, yes?

straight to gay town via the incrimination express.

 

 

 

lord g is back.

he's trying to figure out the best way to deal with this scandal.

saying they could have a maud gonne or a lady gregory on their hands.

because everyone knows who those ladies are.

especially americans.

but thanks to wikipedia now you do. (click the links. there is actually some interesting shit to be learned)

 

anyway...ireland called and said tom is banned forever.

hahahaha!!

i believe that is what's called irony.

 

it also moves this plot line in a new direction.

finally.

i believe we will never hear the words "irish rebel" ever again. 

 

but sadly i believe 2 new words are to take their place..

 

"write" and "newspaper".

and just like that a new scandal is born.

 

 

 

after dinner matthew tries to bring up the downton books...

 

 

despite this photo his eyes have been opened to the way money is being spent around downton.

 

 

lord g is all...what? let's talk about that later...here have another really expensive cigar.

 

matthew wonders if he knows any other rich dead men he can inherit frrom.

 

over in les priz..  

letters!!!!

 

 

carson smells smoke.

 

 

it's just the witch and her crazy pagan toaster.

 

 

sybil tells tom that their unborn baby is more important than living in ireland..

 

other things more important than living in ireland:

curing cancer. 

obama care.

obamacare.

making sure people know canadian bacon is not bacon.

banning human pinatas.

shutting down all of guy fieri's restaurants.

shutting down that woman on the food network that looks like guy fieri.

a good gluten free recipe for cinnabons. 

 

 

what's this???

edith's letter gets published!?

well that's good news isn't it?

it probably means edith is well on her way to writing her first book.

 

possible titles:

 

How To Almost Marry A One-Armed Old Guy.  

Looks Don't Matter When You're A Writer.

 I'm Really Sad You Guys, The True Story of Edith Crawley. 

Downton Stabbey- Let The Bloodletting Begin. The Edith Crawley Murders

 

 

 

downstairs... 

 

FUCKYEAHLETTERS!!!!!!

 

i hope (do not hope) they show the two of them reading the letters!!!

 

 

also..

 

a pretty new kitchen maid arrives downstairs..

 

daisy sets her on fire. with her eyes.

 

 

later..

matthew meets with granny.

 

he tells granny that downton is being mismanaged.

 

 

 

omg cllaasssssic downton!

 

 

aaaaannnndd......

 

you guessed it! 

 

 

letter reading!!

 

 

hours and hours and hours and hours of letter reading.

 

 i don't think this show could have ended more gayly.

 

ugh!

so ugh we need a new word for ugh.

 

discuss.

 

i did manage to poop out some downton zingers between blowing my nose and blowing my cat's nose.

 

enjoy..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the unholy has found us

yeah..i'm talking about that flu disease going around.

but fuck it..i will beat it before it takes a super hold of me.

as in i throw some massive doses of echinacea and elderberry it's way, mix in some yarrow and large quantities of hot ass lemon water with cayenne and this cold/flu/whatever has no chance.

NO CHANCE!!

(as i sneeze for the thousandth time in 4 minutes)

 

right now though..

let's catch up.

 

golden globes:

 

best dressed:

perfect across the board.

fits her like a glove, great color on her, body=tight, correct hair and jewelry..comfy..

she wins.

 

 

worst dressed:

everyone else.

 

but probably mostly this:

a large, shiny, bright red ball gown is never a good idea.

+ pearls = facepunch.

quirky on the red carpet sucks always.

but in all honestly to me, everyone who wore a voluminous ball gown and/or mermaid tail loses.

it's like this country...times they be changin'.

more modern. classic modern is ok...but more modern in general.

just less poof and frouf forever.

 

 

worst speech:

i want to tackle her to the ground and smash her face in it.

 

 

best speech:

the opposite of anne hathaway.

 

 

worst walk:

i think someone chopped off her feet and she was walking on her bloody stumps.

(i had a dream last night that i cut my hair and it looked just like this.  thoughts on that?  mike you can't answer.)

 

 

weirdest moment:

gimme some o them drugs jodie foster.

yes, the speech had moments of clarity and sweetness and it for sure made me teary when she talked about her mom...but everywhere else it was coming from the inside of a deep k-hole.

 

 

onwards..

 

next week is the season finale of american horror story and holy ass of mercy!

while this show has become a circus sideshow for the most part..

i can't stop watching jessica lange's face win all the emmys.

this past week with the axe to grace's back was a jaw-dropper to be sure.

 

but this...

THIS!!!

 

i am on the fence with this.

 

frances conroy is a brilliant actress but her marlon brando meets laverne from laverne and shirley was just too much, maybe.

i felt like i was watching a bad high school performance of west side story.

anyone else feel this way?

 

what else?

let's see..

 

ummm...i need some new clothes..

 

yes.

i will take the entire free people catalog please..

 

like this..

 

and this..

 

but mostly i will take all their shoes..

these with jorts.

 

 

these with everything else plus jorts.

 

 

these with pants plus jorts plus dresses.

 

 

yes, i'll take them in black and white too.

 

 

and finally a way cool picture of mike and i and the barnes brothers at the wedding we went to in new orleans.

i love this picture so much i want to get it blown up H U G E and hang it up.

 

 

ok. that's it.

i'm out. 

literally out...i am in an elderberry coma right now.

i am hologramming my fingers on this keyboard to type right now.

and for the record an elderberry coma can't hold a candle to a k-hole.

jealous.

 

see you monday. 

hopefully.

 

DOWNTON RECAP 3/3 in your face and with more stupid than EVER BEFORE!

 it's edith's big day you guys!!

and no one is more excited than edith...

(no, really..NO ONE is exited but edith. even the house is groaning.)

 

is all that for ME?!

 

it's all just too good to be truuuue!!!!

it's like a dream wrapped up inside of a BETTER DREAM!

 

 

 

 

even her mom is throwing shade. 

 

LIFE is throwing shade at edith, and HARD.

it's like a total eclipse of her heart at all times.

 

 

meanwhile..

still no word about cancer.

even if mrs. hughes doesn't have cancer (she doesn't SPOILER ALERT!)

that actress might have some cancer. seriously. she looks terrible. 

 

 

thomas uses molesley in his plan to take miss obrien down.

poor molesley.

molesley is the downstairs version of edith.

 

if this were a britcom mr. molesley would be the star.. 

only it'd be called

tiny mr. molesley!

the story of an all too eager footman in 1920's england who can't catch a break!

because he's the size of a peanut.

because britcoms are weird.

no, really...have you ever actually watched one?

so weird.

 

 

well.. 

looks like everyone has come to terms with selling downton..

 

lord grantham tells cora that it will probably be advertised as: a desirable nobleman's mansion with surrounding estate and properties.

what a terrible sounding listing.

 

 i have some better ideas.

how about..

 

-a mansion that's more like a castle with a unicorn stable for dogs and/or unicorns.

 

-mrs. crawley's house for wayward hookers.

(plenty of room for A LOT of hookers and secret hideouts for their johns and/or hobbits)

 

- a modern day mansion with an upstairs and a downstairs.  

it's also gay.  

this house is gay.

and by gay i mean AWESOME! 

 

 

uh oh...look who showed up to judge everyone.

p.s. he's always so drunk.

what do YOU care about it branson?

his suits are getting better.

 

lord G tells everyone about his other house, downton place up in some place i couldn't understand bc i don't speak england. 

 


 

molesley tells cora that obrien is leaving but he has someone in mind for her replacement.

a nice, bald woman named molesley.

 

 

meanwhile... 

on a walk, carson tries to sneak some information out of dr. clarkson about mrs. hughes.

if THIS were a britcom it would be called-

The Doctor and The Butler without Necks.

 the story of a doctor and a butler who do stuff in the village minus necks.

 

 

 

 matthew still hasn't gotten over himself enough to take the lavinia money and save his wife's house.

even after a letter comes telling him that it would be super okay to take it.

matthew is the worst.

matthew is like a pube that gets stuck in the elastic of your underwear. 

 

 

mary might die over all of it.

but she'll more than likely die bc she doesn't eat food.  

don't get too close, her clavicle will stab you.

 

 

 

 

carson pulls a fast one on mrs. patmore. 

he is stopping at nothing to find out if mrs. hughes has cancer.

including pulling fast ones.  

 

 

BACHELOR PARTY BITCHES!!!


 

the men of downton gather round a table and talk about having sex with the ladies.. 

then they high 5 their boners together in a 4 way boner high 5.

 

 

sir anthony stays back to talk to his new dad..

 

i'm happy your happy to be happy that edith is happy.

 

translation: don't marry edith

 

i see.

they high 5 again.  this time with hands.  

 

 

are you tired....from your cancer???????? 

he's really just not even trying anymore. 

 


 and over at the ungrateful hooker house..

cousin isobel teaches life skills like sewing.. and hopefully hair brushing.

 

then ethel shows up ..

 

and then leaves again.

 

 

 

matthew and mr. chalk'um (again, i don't speak england)  are discussing some important matters when mary reminds matthew of the picnic to their new house.

 

 

carson asks cora if it would be ok to lighten mrs. hughes' workload.

cora agrees. 

because cora is super easy going.

(see- losing your money and your house to some bad investing by your husband)

 

 

 yay cars!!

 

 

 

over at prison..

someone tells bates that he needs to check under his bed for something.

and i don't think it's bed bugs.

although i am sure those are probably there too.

 

 

 

anna is visiting vera's one and only friend mrs. bartlett (pear) who says a whole lot of spooky shit about some stuff.

 

 

 meanwhile...

 picnic whites.

 

and..

downton place..

 it's so ugly. and small!

 how will they ever live here?

 

 

 granny will open a shop called quality quidditch supplies.

 

 

 

 edith is fine with some chump village priest marrying them.

saying.."i'd just like to get married as soon as possible because look how worried my fiance looks. all. the. time."

 

matthew- if i take the money i will not feel good about myself.  you must understand.

mary- i don't.

 

 

 

 bates finds some weed in his bed.

i hope he smokes the shit out of it.

 

 

molesley tries to talk to o'brien about why she's leaving downton..

o'brien acts like she has no idea what he's talking about bc he's a peanut.

 this only adds to her anger.

 

 

daisy says something almost unintelligible.

i do my best to recreate it for you...

 

 

 

 

cora tells o'brien she must've said something to molesley for him to have said that..

o'brien says this..

 

 

 

 

cora tells mrs. H that she can die at downton..

but she means downton place.

 

(actually this whole exchange had me in tears) 

 

 edith is so happy because she's getting married and going to florence and venice and all the places!!

just like a girl would who was totally getting married and not about to be jilted. 

 

 the dowager zings...

 

 

(there goes this entire blog then) 

 

 

you didn't mean it. besides peanuts are notoriously not smart.

 

 

dear matthew-

please enjoy all of my money.  is it someone's birthday? great! then buy them something nice.

like your wife..is she going to lose her house?

then AWESOME! this money's for you then.

you should give some of it to her and then maybe take some of it to the poor along with some food if you have it.  

hey, remember when your legs couldn't walk?

me too!

that was terrible.  take this money.

love,

the swire's.

 

 

 

mary asks the servants if anyone mailed a letter from lavinia... 

because that would mean that lavinia gave matthew her blessing. 

 yep. that was daisy!

 

which if this were an 80's britcom it would be called-

DAISY!

the story of a simple kitchen maid in 1920's england who unsuspectingly does good by breaking the rules!

 

you're welcome spin-off writers.

 

 

  the dowager and robert are talking before edith's wedding...

 

 

carson is an animal!!

 

 

 yay!  you can keep the money!

if you don't i will beat you about your head.

 

 

hey. physical abuse is not cool.

no really, that is some fucked up shit for you to say.

i am giving you like 200,000 dollars to save this house and your sweet ass life.

so don't say you will hit me, ok?

bc that's lame as fuck mary.

 

 

 

 everyone is so happy for edith.

especially edith.

 

uh oh. strallan side eye. 

also he's got serial killer eyes.

seriously has anyone checked into that?

no really, do a background check someone.  please.

 

 

sir anthony changes his mind.

WHAT??!!

 

fucking hell! 

poor edith.

it's really all i can say.

other than...

 

if this were an 80's britcom it would be called

The Trouble with Edith :(

the story of an ugly duckling who ju

no...it would be off the air because it's too fucking sad.

 

 

 

the saddest fucking sad day of sadness!

 

 

i mean this is like sad times infinity.

this is like if sad swallowed sad and then threw up chunks of sadness.

 

 

 that veil is a symbol of sad.

that veil is so sad it called up her ex-boyfriend just to get some more abuse and then got hit so hard in the face with an elbow that was NOT an accident and then ate an entire box of chocolates and then drowned in her own chocolate vomit sadness.

 

 

cry it out edith.

it's good to cry.  to release the pain that you feel.

sometimes if you cry extra hard your tears turn to pretty colors.

and those colors are like your dreams and your dreams are all you have.

because you're edith.

 

blah blah cora mumbles something about edith being tested..

we know why this really happened..

 

 because she's edith.

 

 

 yay!  let's be co-masters.

let's get some tigers and take this shit to vegas!

 

 

downstairs anna and daisy prepare to take the wedding food to the poor..

 also there's an alien on the table... 

 

 

 dinner is really quiet and sad.

 

there is talk about taking all the delicious food to the poor..

the dowager is like..

umm...how about giving me the food instead?

right?

old people can eat like, freakishly large amounts of food.

 

(i love old people who eat tons of food)

 

 

edith decides she's cool with being a spinster.

 

 

mrs. hughes leaves to see the dr... 

 

 

her boyfriend checks his watch.

so sweet.

 

 

thomas asks o'brien how she's doing..

and she goes and gets all mrs. danvers on us.

 

 

p.s. if you don't know who mrs. danvers is then you need to stop watching glee and castle and other terrible shows that suck.  and go netflix that shit. 

 

 

i can't even type words about this whole scene because it's just too sweet and i am trying not to cry but there is a HUGE lump in my throat.

a benign lump of sweetness and sadness.

a sweet sad lump of joy.

 :(

:)

it's like that.

 

it's like this...

yes.  this is what my face looked like at that exact same moment in time.

like my heart would just burst.

 

 

your thoughts?

 

i made some daisy out takes for you bc her accent is HARD to get right.

believe me, i tried.

as is evidenced here:

 

 

 

 

 

 

DOWNTON RECAP 3/2 uncut like good cocaine.

 

we left off at the wedding..

wait a second..

we never actually saw the wedding.

all that bunting in the trees and i can't even hear the vows?

 wait.

is it because dan stevens and michelle dockery have no chemistry so to actually show them exchanging real love type vows would have seemed absurd?

ok then.

carry on.

 

 

so the top of this episode we see mary and matthew in a car..

 

HOW CUH-RAAAAZY!

pa pa will just die!!!!

granny will poop in her weird old fashioned underwear.

cars are essentially space ships. 

matthew even goes so far as to say that LG and granny will howl at the moon in unison.

bc they're wolves. and wolves hate cars.

 

 

 

 they pull up to downton to be met by LG who asks matthew how the honeymoon was..

 

his response was "my eyes have been opened".

to which LG replies..."don't i know it".

 

a couple of ideas on what they might be referring to...

 

1. mary's pussy is crazy good.

2. women are crazy.

 

i'm gonna go with 1 and 2.

and either way...gross.

 

 

downstairs thomas and o'brien are in a total fight...

 

i am not sure how i feel about this friendship gone sour.

but i'll never be more sure of those bangs.

never.

 

 

there's a dinner where everyone talks about the honeymoon and stuff.

all i can do during this scene is try not to gag while shirley maclaine eats.

sorry.

it's true.

 

 

matthew confides in robert about lavinia's will. 

we get it matthew!

you don't want her money!!

LG basically says nothing bc it makes no sense to him.

it's like cars.  and canadian trains. 

 

 

and in NOT white people problems, but real, legitimate, horrible, awful problems..

mrs. hughes might have cancer.

cancer is not funny.  especially if you have cancer.

 

 

meanwhile...

 

cousin isobel takes a stroll down to cousin isobel's house for wayward hookers.

she spies ethel who looks lovely here, despite her hooker sads.

war hookers are the saddest says ethel.

 

 

 

meanwhile..

sir anthony is like...ahh...my arm is still SO broken...we can't be together, plus look at all these books i have to read.  also i'm old.  stop looking at me.

and edith is like..

i am so lonely i don't care plus look at my face.  why won't people look at me?

i'm putting my foot down. 

you ARE my boyfriend!!!

 

 

bates and anna talk about mrs. bartlett pear...

mrs. bartlett pear was a pear who was friends with vera.  

bates and anna are officially THE WORST!

also pears are delicious. 

 

 

over in dr. clarkson's office...

time for some cancer 101, 1920 style.

this is not a time which you would have liked to have had cancer.

as opposed to that other time of NEVER. 

how much do we love mrs. patmore?

SO MUCH!!! 

 

 

alfred has COAT STAINS!

thomas wants to "help" alfred with his "stains".

help=kill

stains=stains

c'mon! it's downton SLUTS!  stains are legit problems.

 

 

 

the dowager finds mary alone reading some fashion pages....

this is what happens next..

 

 

 

mary- any news money? money.

matthew- here read this letter.

mary- money.

matthew- i do love you so much.

mary- money and money. 

 

 

 TEA TIME BITCHES!!

the dowager thinks it's crazy that cora's brother harold doesn't inherit the fortune.

she asks about him..

 

 

 

 

alfred burns a hole in matthew's jacket.

and you know what that means....

 holes are the rich man's stains.

AND THE END OF THE WORLD!!

 

 

you better not have cancer!

 

 

next is a dinner to plan another dinner...

they will invite the locals.

cora side eye= locals are dumb. 

 

 

thomas's plan to make alfred look like rainman is working.

 

o'brien is on to him...

 

so BANGry.

 

 

 

LG tells sir anthony that he must stop making edith so happy.

 

 

and then we all realized that dan stevens was a giant pussy with a big pussy face.

"season 4 can't come soon enough."-

said everyone.

 

just kidding i love this show. 

 

 

 

carson punches mrs. hughes in her cancer boob.

 

 

o'brien promises the ginger giant to make thomas sorry.

her bangs take home the gold in the curl olympics.

the ginger giant is deaf and no one knows!!

 

 

edith gets a letter that says "i promise it's nothing to do with your face". maybe.

 

 

 

cora tells mary that it would probably actually be more awesome for everyone if they moved to a smaller house.

 

mary's like well, i'm english and you're american and you don't understand the importance of ANYTHING IMPORTANT.

like money.

 

 

 

inconclusive cancer results.

but let's not jump to conclusions people.

mrs. hughes could just look puffy and tired bc she's a maid.

 

 

 

 martha calls LG a dick for taking away poor, lonely, ugly edith's boyfriend.

lord grantham is THE WORST!

he is a car wrapped in a canadian railroad....with cancer!

 

 

but he gives in.

 

 

 

 

meanwhile.. 

 

 

molesley the most earnest and eager butler/valet in all of england is running to tell matthew that he does NOT have his dinner jacket from the tailors!!!

also it's safe to assume this is what molesley looks like when he gives himself a handy.

 

 

mary takes granny to look at the excessive spread of a dinner table...

nothing succeeds like excess.

and  

 

 

OH FUCK! 

THOMAS LOST SOME SHIRTS!!!

 

 

 

OH FUCK!!

THE OVEN IS BROKEN!!!

 

 

 

no worries says martha..

american's don't care.

we love a picnic indoors ya'll!!

martha tells everyone to grab some cheese, ham, butterham, dorritos, beers, grapes wrapped in ham, cheese wrapped in grapes, bread stuffed with hamcheese, crushed up fritos in chilli and donuts crushed up in syrup. and potatuh mayernnaise.

 

 

cora says this..

 

 

(seriously you know you re-wound that part in the show like, 4 times)

 

mary tells granny they can't give up.

granny agrees but is visibly distressed..

 

 

 

 

 

martha sings let me call you sweetheart to the dowager..

 

because she's lonely ya'll.

these are some lonely old ladies.

just kidding.

because julian fellows couldn't not have shirley maclaine sing a song because she sings a song in everything she's in.

 

 

:(

why can't matthew have cancer?

 

(i wish cancer on no one. except cancer.)

 

 

these 2 are getting married.

truth time...i think this couple is SUPER sweet. 

in fact here are my dream downton couples:

mrs. hughes and mr. carson- i mean, c'mon right?  it's too easy.

daisy and the oven- i mean, c'mon right?  it's too easy. 

cousin isobel and a cat.

lord grantham and a canadian train (secretly).

o'brien's bangs and thomas's cigarettes.

dr. clarkson and thomas- i mean, c'mon right? 

 

 

 

martha tells everyone she can't ACTUALLY help she can only do NOTHING to save downton. 

 

 

 

bates and his cell mate have relations.

 

 

martha and robert have some whiskey.

robert pretends to not know that mary and granny were conspiring to get martha to help save downton from his stupid ass.

 

 

carson tells mrs. hughes he loves her that if something were wrong she should tell him.

 

 of course she doesn't

 

but something tells me (the scenes from next week) that mrs. patmore spills the beans.

 

 

the end.

 

 

despite my sarcasm i really do love this show.

 

 

discuss.

 

 

 

 

new paintings and such.

 

 

don't those photos make your heart sing?

 

i was outside photographing some paintings for my etsy shop and i looked up and was like..

woah that's pretty.

i am fond of winter trees.  there is something comforting about them to me.

we used to travel to iowa from missouri during the holidays when i was a kid, to my grandparent's house.

i would lay down in the backseat and just stare at the tops of the bare trees, counting nests and misletoe bundles, daydreaming.  it passed the time and helped me to forget about my mom's smoking and the terrible headache it gave me.   it was only a 5 hour drive but it felt like a lifetime.

 

this time of year i am always tired, aren't you?

i still exercise and eat well (mostly) but i REALLY don't want to.

i wanna lay around and watch movies and tv and eat chips and dip and drink wine at 3.

instead of 4.

i wanna lay down and stare at the tops of trees. 

 

i spent the last few days painting and i am bleary.

emotionally and mentally.

who knew that tapping into your creative juice station and tapping it dry was so exhausting?

 

so i am going to disappear from here to get the next 2 downton recaps ready for you.

 

 

 and on that note..

i have added some new paintings to my shop.

 

i have extended the half off sale through january 15th.

so all prices in the shop are already marked as such.

 

here is a sampling..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

all of the above and more can be found at the shop. 

sale ends january 15th.

 

thank you and see you on the flerp. 

 

BLACK

 

it doesn't take much but every room needs a little bit of it (or lots of it).

 

see heres..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

never underestimate it.

 

it's powerful and cool.