Lost in the depths of Victorian Literature..

There are just some moments I feel like I was born in the wrong era entirely... In high school I thought for sure I should have been around in the 1960's with flowers in my hair and love beads around my neck. Now as I meander through my library adventures there are so many places I know I belong, in Wonderland with Alice, causing trouble in Mr.McGregor's garden with Peter, searching for the secret garden Mary, attending a grand party with the Bennet's and today I just wanted to be sitting in the ever mysterious Wildfell Hall painting with Helen..

This afternoon as my literature class watched the 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall' the BBC mini series, I couldn't help but realise how much I longed to fall into the pages of a Bronte novel.

Image from 'The Tennant of Wildfell Hall'

To wear a corset and bonnet, wonder around a village market, live in beautiful old manor and befriend an alluring 'gentleman'.

Image from marmalademook

To wonder the moors and set up an easel amongst the mist.. to paint, to write, to dream.

This is the beauty of literature...

I hope everyone has had a lovely Friday, I'm very much looking forward to the weekend, with much to do, including a few very exciting new projects, a writing workshop and a little winter shopping. I'm off to curl up by the fire, watch the second episode of The Tenant and perhaps even crochet a granny square or two.

Much love and beautiful literature
xxx