If Evan Peters were your boyfriend, you guys would spend the summer outside Florence, at the Villa Medicea di Cafaggiolo. Every day you would explore the Uffizi and come back at night to hold a seance for the ghost of Eleonora di Garzia di Toledo, strangled to death with a dog leash by her jealous husband.
I'm not normally a minimalist enthusiast, but I am
all about
watching this three-minute video of a small aroma diffuser at work. Yeah, it's just – the full three minutes are just quiet aroma diffusing. And the music kind of sounds like the song that's playing in the Chamber of Sages in Ocarina of Time, which I am
extremely
for.
Aries:
Sometimes you can feel the world spinning underneath you and sometimes you can’t, but either way, it’s always in motion. This month is about learning new ways to keep moving forward when the earth starts to shift.
The men and women who queued up to see Downton were expected to be envious and larcenous. Instead, they were serious-minded and inquisitive. In a series of quick vignettes, we see Cora, Edith, and Mary all stumped by basic questions about art, architecture, and history. Only Molesley, standing in the background, seems to know who painted the paintings, but he is silenced by his position in the hierarchy.
Because, let's be honest, while I am totally into Stevie Nicks and candles and
The Craft
and whatever, it is enormously safe for me to do so, and I prioritize my physical safety and comfort over absolutely everything, and if there was even a chance that someday I could face social or legal repercussions for my vague, shallow interest in "witch shit," I would throw Stevie Nicks in a river.
Which weekend retreatant helped herself to a full plate of green beans at Saturday lunch, took one bite, realized they were still crisp-fresh, then threw the rest off the side of the deck of the Hesychia hermitage out of embarrassment, even though the retreat kitchen has a perfectly good compost bin?
