I suppose no one at the time knew that the term “Regency” would come to represent not only a period in British history but would also give rise to a whole subgenre of romance. Or that it would become so synonymous with elegance and luxury. I wonder how many people realize how the term first came about as they patronize hotels, dry cleaners, florists, etc…, with the name? Probably not many. Doesn’t anyone understand how difficult this makes it for me to google for useful information on the Regency???
Anyhow, I wasn’t in much of a celebratory mood yesterday. The cold I’ve been fighting degenerated into some sort of wretched flu-like thing. I’m better now but I spent most of yesterday in bed. I didn’t even watch the latest film I got from Netflix (SHARPE’S WATERLOO) as I wasn’t feeling up to the carnage. Instead I immersed myself in comfort TV: What Not To Wear, How Do I Look? and an old Star Trek episode.
The only Regency thing I did was the Jane Austen Movie Club–but it is such fun (thanks again to Cara for hostessing) that it may be celebration enough.
Anyway, happy belated birthday to the Regency and thank you all for sharing your obsession with us!