Dear Bettys,
I have some not altogether good news. The Founding Bettys have been feeling for a long time that the time has come to put a period on the end of The Uncrushable Jersey Dress.
The blog was started a year into my parenting of my fourth pledge, The Demon Baby of Bethany, and came along at just the right time. As I weathered those first years of ear infections, croup, angry teething and general ill humor (he's a delight now, Bettys--mostly), the structure of having to read a book each week, write about it intelligently, produce doctored pictures, churn out other content and so on, was a balm to my frayed nerves and an opportunity to stretch myself creatively.
Needing to hop on the phone so often with my sister, Betty Debbie, was another dividend. As we worked on this all-consuming project together (please allow me this amount of sentiment) our hearts were knit together. It is no accident that my fifth pledge and her share middle names.
And The Great Betty? How I have come to love her! What an amazing woman with such an interesting life story. What nerve to reinvent oneself as an author so late in the game.
Our supporters have been numerous. First it was just our husbands who were enormously encouraging about something that lesser men might have seen as just a time suck. Valiantly toting paperbacks on vacations, propping them up for our Betty in the Wild photos...Being slightly ignored if it was Wednesday night and we had a huge deadline to meet the next morning...Having passages read aloud to them...They were the best of men through it.
And you readers. Sister Bettys. We did not expect your awesomeness. Betty Magdalen will always hold a special place in the history of TUJD as our very first and most enthusiastic supporter. Spats over heroes and heroines and turbans and whole novels (I'm looking at you, Betty JoDee.) have been enormously fun. Betty Debbie and I feel as though we've found real friends here. That you meet in small groups all over the country for tea and Betty is lashings of whipped cream.
So, what does this all mean?
It means that we will finish our reprise posts (fewer than 10 left) and then we'll write a final post and then we won't produce new posts. It means that Betty Debbie will still check her blog email and the comments sections will still be open and lively (we hope). It also means that when I want to talk Betty, I'll be taking that to the The Uncrushable Jersey Dress Facebook page. (You are more than welcome to join me there.)
We love you, Bettys!
Love and lardy cakes,
Betty Keira (who is now donning her kevlar jacket and jumping behind barricades)
The title of this week's pick is less than memorable. A lot less. There are a few things about Once For All Time that stand out. A very few. The most memorable bit for me is when the hero goes to France to pick up a couple of dead relatives for the heroine. Scenes like those tend to stand out.
Clotilde Collins + Bruce Johnson = an engaged couple who are not destined to make it. Why? Let me count the ways...
I have some not altogether good news. The Founding Bettys have been feeling for a long time that the time has come to put a period on the end of The Uncrushable Jersey Dress.
The blog was started a year into my parenting of my fourth pledge, The Demon Baby of Bethany, and came along at just the right time. As I weathered those first years of ear infections, croup, angry teething and general ill humor (he's a delight now, Bettys--mostly), the structure of having to read a book each week, write about it intelligently, produce doctored pictures, churn out other content and so on, was a balm to my frayed nerves and an opportunity to stretch myself creatively.
Needing to hop on the phone so often with my sister, Betty Debbie, was another dividend. As we worked on this all-consuming project together (please allow me this amount of sentiment) our hearts were knit together. It is no accident that my fifth pledge and her share middle names.
And The Great Betty? How I have come to love her! What an amazing woman with such an interesting life story. What nerve to reinvent oneself as an author so late in the game.
Our supporters have been numerous. First it was just our husbands who were enormously encouraging about something that lesser men might have seen as just a time suck. Valiantly toting paperbacks on vacations, propping them up for our Betty in the Wild photos...Being slightly ignored if it was Wednesday night and we had a huge deadline to meet the next morning...Having passages read aloud to them...They were the best of men through it.
And you readers. Sister Bettys. We did not expect your awesomeness. Betty Magdalen will always hold a special place in the history of TUJD as our very first and most enthusiastic supporter. Spats over heroes and heroines and turbans and whole novels (I'm looking at you, Betty JoDee.) have been enormously fun. Betty Debbie and I feel as though we've found real friends here. That you meet in small groups all over the country for tea and Betty is lashings of whipped cream.
So, what does this all mean?
It means that we will finish our reprise posts (fewer than 10 left) and then we'll write a final post and then we won't produce new posts. It means that Betty Debbie will still check her blog email and the comments sections will still be open and lively (we hope). It also means that when I want to talk Betty, I'll be taking that to the The Uncrushable Jersey Dress Facebook page. (You are more than welcome to join me there.)
We love you, Bettys!
Love and lardy cakes,
Betty Keira (who is now donning her kevlar jacket and jumping behind barricades)
The title of this week's pick is less than memorable. A lot less. There are a few things about Once For All Time that stand out. A very few. The most memorable bit for me is when the hero goes to France to pick up a couple of dead relatives for the heroine. Scenes like those tend to stand out.
Clotilde Collins + Bruce Johnson = an engaged couple who are not destined to make it. Why? Let me count the ways...
- Clotilda is a long tall glass of water...one inch taller than Bruce. Not. Good.
- Bruce is ambitious...read 'money hungry'. Clotilde's dad has promised to help Bruce buy himself a practice when the two get married.
- Bruce is...well...not cool.
- Did I mention that Clotilde is way too hot for a guy named Bruce?
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| It isn't that Clotilde is too tall, it's that Bruce is too short. |
There's one more reason for those crazy kids not to make it, unfortunately:
- Clotilde is either blind as a bat OR
- Dr. James-I'm Half Dutch-Thackery is shy to the point of being tongue-tied?
Yes, there's a hot R1/2DD in the offing. Clotilde and Dr. Thackery have been working together for three years. THREE YEARS.
Twice a week x 52 x three years = 312 cups of coffee (and biscuits) = 0. All those ward rounds and cups of coffee have led to, well, nothing.
Meanwhile, Clotilde's parents have been on vacation in Switzerland...unfortunately, on the way home, they both come down with a serious case of Death By Car Crash in France.
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| Dr. T has plenty of time for jibba jabba... with Clotilde. |
Poor Clotilde...it's a good thing she has Bruce for help and comfort...oh wait, no she doesn't. He can't be bothered...he's too busy. Dr. T comes through like a champ and even goes to France to pick up the bodies. He's here, there and everywhere. Helping with the arrangements, driving Clotilde back and forth, taking her out for meals, going to the funeral. When he's not there, he's sending messages via Bruce to Clotilde. Bruce, being Bruce, isn't bothering at all with visiting or relaying messages - after all, there's no bottom line, financially speaking. Especially after the terms of the will are disclosed. In the grand tradition of Neels Estate Planning, Mummy and Daddy Collins have died insolvent.
Bruce dumps Clotilde. Like we didn't see that one coming. Dr. T is there to pick up the pieces...again, saw......it......coming......What follows is a lovely look at James wooing the clueless Clotilde. She needs broad shoulders to cry on? Check. She needs someone to secretly buy the family home? Check. She needs a night out dining and dancing? Check. He's there through thick and thin.
James introduces Clotilde to his younger sister Katrina. Katrina is a handy sibling to have around - not only does she go shopping with Clotilde (instant bonding over retail therapy), she can be relied upon to invite Clotilde to visit Holland for a few days before Christmas - James can bring her over when he comes. A trip for two to Holland? It's time for a little kissing!
James introduces Clotilde to his younger sister Katrina. Katrina is a handy sibling to have around - not only does she go shopping with Clotilde (instant bonding over retail therapy), she can be relied upon to invite Clotilde to visit Holland for a few days before Christmas - James can bring her over when he comes. A trip for two to Holland? It's time for a little kissing!
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| Sadly, Dr. Mary Evans would never be a real contender for the title of Miss Wales. |
Back at St. Alma's, Dr. Evans is quick to imply a deeper relationship with James than is strictly justified. If there happens to be a birthday party for one of the other doctors, Dr. Evans implies that she and James will be meeting for drinks together. Clotilde is not alone in disliking Dr. Evans. One of the other nurses goes so far as to call her a very unflattering name.
Clotilde has really been enjoying having James around - so when he's gone for a week or two her spirits lag - but she really doesn't feel she can ask around to find out where he is or how long he'll be gone (hospital gossip being what it is and all)...When James walks into her office unannounced it's suddenly rainbows and unicorns and fluffy bunnies. Dang, she's in love. And now Clotilde is wondering who the mystery woman is. The mystery woman that James plans to marry. Is it Dr. Mary Evans??? You can bet next month's mortgage payment Clotilde is going to keep an eye on the little harpy.
All this new found love and angstiness does give Clotilde the push she needs to make a change. Time to put in her notice at work. She just knows that she won't be able to work around James and...[insert name - possibly Mary Evans]...
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| A sweet good-bye...or is that hello? |
Christmas...James has no gift for her this year - because he can't give her her what he'd like. What would he like to give her? Hmm. I'm guessing an engagement ring, the deed to her old home and a great big sloppy one...but the time is not quite right. Well, it's not right for the first two, but he does manage to give a pretty good 'farewell salute' to Sister Clotilde Collins.
Soon after, James is ready to clear some things up - and perhaps propose?
- Mary Evans? There is not now, nor has there ever been anything between the two of us.
- Your house? I hold the deed.
- My darling.....
Proposal Part II:
- (Stroking her wrist with his thumb) Now where were we?
- Oh yes, you finally fell in love with me...I was afraid I was to be cast in the role of 'good friend' forever.
- I've loved you for a long time - since before you and Bruce became an item.
- Kiss....
Proposal Part III:
- Drive down to his folks home in Dorset.
- Find a quiet place in the garden with NO PHONE.
- Will you marry me? We'll live in London and go down to your old family home on the weekends with the kids and....
- Whoa, cowboy! I haven't said yes and we're already talking kids?
- Marry me?
- There's nothing in the world I'd rather do.
- We need to make up for those three wasted years....
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| (slightly gratuitous Richard Armitage, as if there could be such a thing...) |
Rating: I love how James is able to make Clotilde smile, giggle and laugh. I like the way we get to watch the natural progression of Clotilde's regard for James...respect, friendship, liking THEN love. My biggest gripe is that I'm not fond of the "I fell in love with you before you started dating your fiancee, but didn't say anything until after he dumped you three years later" plot device. I wouldn't mind it so much if the Great Betty ever let him give us his reason for waiting. This is not the only book in the canon with this plot device (see Heidelberg Wedding or Fate is Remarkable). In the end, Once For All Time is pretty solid. I appreciated the break from the long string of MOC's that I've been reading. While never quite reaching it's full potential, I found it a nice little comfort read. What to rate it? I'll give it a boeuf en croute (which seems to be my fall-back rating) - partly on the budding romance, and partly on the strength of Mary Evan's padded bra.
Food: chicken in a basket, vol-au-vent financiere, tournedos, Saute Massena, sherry trifle, smoked eel, roast pheasant with vegetables, with a gigantic and very ornate ice cream for dessert. Globe artichokes in a piquant sauce, lobster Newburg, mushrooms with chopped truffles, Waldorf salad, Ananas Fiona, angels on horseback.Fashion: Long silver-grey jersey with sequins on the jacket, wool dress and fur jacket, brown and coral patterned silk jersey. Dress for the hospital ball: pale grey silk dusted with silvery stars. Mary Evans wears a green dress with a lot of sequins, far too skimpy and low necked.