It was Sue of The Quince Tree, a woman of impeccable taste, who first made me aware of Persephone Books, and when I spotted the name cropping up on other blogs I thought I'd better hasten to request their Biannually and take a photo of it propped up against the unsteady candlestick in front of the big round mirror.
I've also signed up to their Persephone letter, their Persephone forum, their Persephone post, the whole Persephone shebang. Now I plan to read their appealing dove grey books with fabric pattern end-papers – how could I resist fabric pattern end-papers? – and look forward to being immersed in a world of doughty and complicated women as I sip my cocoa with a splash of brandy.
I took a photo of the Biannually on my pink sofa as well, my favourite one.
The only thing that gives me pause is the frequent reference in their communications to 'the Persephone girls' or 'our girls.' It conjures up an image of someone halfway along the continuum between Miss J. Hunter Dunn and Dame Maggie Smith, wearing Swedish Hasbeens shoes and plaits in their hair. Not that I object to Hasbeens and plaits, and very nice they look on myself, to be sure. I'm a woman, though; not a girl.
All that remains on the 2014 101% Full Tilt Spirit of Christmas checklist here now is to finalise something suitable to put under the tree for Scottish Husband, who can be very challenging to shop for. Last Christmas, I gave him folk art but the very next day he gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'm giving him something metal, metal...