It’s the general consensus here at Harpyness that this week was basically just a big ol’ heap of FAIL. When I observed as much on Facebook, one of my high school friends, the lovely Ms. Anh Nguyen, sent me something to cheer me up, which I now share with you:
Yes, it’s a Mr. Darcy...
Harpy Seminar, Victorian style!
So yesterday afternoon there was quite a lively discussion amongst some of the Harpies about our favorite men from ye olde literature, inspired by an article in the Telegraph that Pilgrim Soul sent us. Entitled “Romantic Heroes: Here’s to You, Mr. Rochester,”...
My disengagement ring. Worth every penny.
Growing up, I used to love playing in MamaSharper’s jewelry box. Jewelry was more than just beautiful, it was grown-up, and sophisticated–the things I aspired to be.
My mother always had gorgeous jewelry, thanks to my stepdad. A man of outstanding...
Via aidengirard @ Flickr.
Ladies, I’ve just returned from one of the dudeliest places on earth: the 113th annual Cheyenne Frontier Days, the world-famous week-long rodeo and festival of Western culture known as “The Daddy of ‘Em All.” It’s absolute cowboy heaven–and...
I look JUST like this. Via gcacho @ Flickr.
“My mother was a good recreational cook, but what she basically believed about cooking was that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.”
–Nora Ephron
In the bad old days, cooking was hot, dirty, tedious and exhausting,...
Via poodlephile_lucy @ Flickr.
When I was a tween, I was seriously into horses. Maybe it was all the fairytales with princesses and their horses. Or Black Beauty or Misty of Chincoteague. Maybe I read too many historical novels where queens and ladies galloped about on their faithful steeds. I didn’t...
Luxury steam spa...pure heaven. Via Corvallis Oregon @ Flickr.
I know, I know, it makes me sound like a granny from the old country, but I must confess, I really do love a good shvitz.
Let me be clear: I don’t love plain old flop sweat, the kind you get from 20 minutes on the treadmill or 2 minutes...
Via Design Public @ Flickr
“Bed is the best place for reading, thinking, or doing nothing.”–Doris Lessing
Dear readers, I’ve become obsessed with sheets. Colors! Textures! Thread counts! The exotic orgins of their cottons! Egypt! Pakistan! Indonesia! Now, generally speaking, I...
(insert pork joke here) Via erikrasmussen @ Flickr
Ah yes, that most pleasurable of retro pleasures–hot, hot, man-on-top loving. Let there be no doubt, missionary is not supposed to be the position of the liberated woman.
It’s no coincidence that author and friend of womanity Nancy Friday...
via LongInt57 @ flickr
Next to me on my sofa are my toys: needles, scissors, and a canvas stitched with brightly colored perled thread. Yes, this harpy loves nothing more than settling in on a cold winter’s night with some needlepoint.
For centuries, needlepoint–and its equally fussy sisters,...