I am so very proud of William.
~
The cape, it appears, was not for Saint Michael after all . . .

I am beginning to believe that Saint Peter was correct in his concern about the Great Battle. I have been beside myself with worry over the events that are taking place in Sunnydale. Stitching the cape is certainly helping to soothe my nerves, (there is something quite magical about working white silk threads onto white silk fabric) as is the ( Read more... )

Saint Peter called me into his office yesterday. Apparently someone recommended me to him having seen some of my embroidery work, in the London house, in 1875. I wonder who that could have been? One of the Underwood girls perhaps ( Read more... )

The dance has reminded me just how much I enjoy the company of young people. It was a great delight to meet Molly in person. We had a long conversation while awaiting admittance to the dance hall. I hope I did not bore her too much with my reminiscences of what London was like in my day. I was disappointed (but, if I am completely honest, a little ( Read more... )

Cassie has invited me to another dance and, perhaps foolishly in light of what occurred last time, I have agreed to attend. It will be an opportunity to meet Molly in person and also Nikki Wood, I believe ( Read more... )

The weekend Retreat became a week-long Retreat because the guest speaker was so inspirational. The Sisters took an excerpt from Eliot's "Little Giddings" as the opening text for contemplation.

And all shall be well and ( Read more... )

News has just reached me of the dreadful events of Tuesday night. I am at a loss to know what to say or think. Surely it cannot be that a preacher, (one who is meant to spread the Good News at Easter Time ); . . . . surely such a man could not have done those evil deeds. It is beyond my comprehension.

Poor William is taking Molly's death so badly ( Read more... )

Apparently, the concert I attended with Prue, Cassie and Jenny last weekend, was called Paul McCartney's Back in the World Tour. It was quite fitting really, I suppose. Here I am, back in the world, (as an observer, at least) after more than a century of other-worldly existence. It is very hard for me to make sense of what I see (and read in the ( Read more... )

Well, I am safely back from that wonderful concert, thanks to Prue's efficient mode of transportation ( Read more... )

*humming while stitching*
Oh my name is John Wellington Wells
I'm a dealer in magic and spells
In blessings and curses
And ever-filled purses
In prophecies, witches and knells."
Now, which Gilbert and Sullivan opera was that? . . . Let me see. It was the very last one I attended at the Opera Comique in The Strand. It must have been about three ( Read more... )