Marianne Dashwood for a Day?

"What care I for colds when there is such a man?"-- Marianne Dashwood, Sense & Sensibility

Because I am stalling and NOT doing the things I am supposed to do right now (seems to be a recurrent theme), I just took an important quiz to find out which Jane Austen heroine I am. I would have pegged me more for an Eleanor Dashwood, but funnily enough, today I am Marianne.

Take the Quiz here!

I have to admit that I certainly enjoy viewing the world through my Jane Austen eyes.

I know for sure that I have some Marianne in me, but my more logical side is trying to convince me that I am an Elizabeth Bennet or Eleanor. Maybe I have to take the test over again.

Or maybe I am ready to run off with Willoughby when he finally comes to his senses!

The quiz is courtesy of a new favorite blog I'm enchanted with. I'm curious to know how you turn out. Boys need not apply.

Dance and Danceability

What wild imaginations one forms where dear self is concerned! How sure to be mistaken!

Sometimes I will be sitting at a milonga and can't help but compare what I observe to something exactly out of a Jane Austen novel. It is curiously fascinating to me to watch people through this filter of Recency manners. It is where I would rather watch the interactions silently than dance sometimes.

I don't do it all the time, but there are some milongas that bring out the inner Jane in me. Certain dances have a much more observable differentiation of the levels of people and a certain stratification of the attendees.

I am still trying to figure out which character I am. I must be one of the country cousins. I am certainly not one of the first tier of grand ladies.

Studio Gracia last night was a perfect example. My new Willoughby was there (or I like to think of him that way), throwing me overboard for the Miss Sophia Greys and her ilk.

I am still waiting for my Mr. Darcy, Colonel Brandon or Edward Ferrars, though. I don't think those types go to Studio Gracia.

I seem to find more of the Mr. Collinses at this particular place, which is probably why I don't go very often. And then there are the young officers on leave from their regiments. *sigh*