I'm going to abandon my idea of growing my hair out. as it longer I keep wanting to tuck it behind my ears and keep wondering when I can start pulling it back with a clip. Which isn't what I want. Plus it's starting to take too long to style.

ION one of the janitorial staff caught me in the elevator and told me that one of the construction guys seemed to be interested in meand/or asked if I had a boyfriend I'm not clear on that point. Just now she caught back up with me and told me which guy. Turns out he's the shy slightly built shorter guy who on one of his first days here wore an embrodered Winnie the Pooh shirt.

Evidentally his too shy to really say anything to me besides hi, happy holidays, and what happened to the ice machine.

I'm not sure how to react to this especially since feels slightly high schoolish because I don't know if my coworker has told this guy she talked to me.

Betsy, it's Germanic? Odd. I think of it as French, meaning, Rose of the World. After all, it's the name of the world's most gorgeous cathedral window, at Notre Dame.

In re the subscribe button, anyone know another language for "D'OH!"? Next time, instead of doing it through the profile, I'll justg go straight into the new thread and hit "subscribe".

Ok, throw some names out there.

I love both Christina Dodd and Julia Quinn, but I think they use the Regency period as a pretty background set rather than dealing with the era authentically. But I don't read them for the historical aspect outside of minor setup issues that would be hard to pull off in a contemporary romance.

It turns out that Rosamund *is* Germanic, it's Hrosmund or something originally.

Yep, you're right. Hrosmund was Germanic (hros = "horse" and mund = "protection"), but came over to England with the Normans. It was later influenced by the Latin rosa munda and the two got conflated. Either way, it isn't Saxon.

http://www.behindthename.com/php/view.php?name=rosamund

With all the Norman French stuff I sometimes forget that the Normans had a lot of, well, Norse in them, as did poor Harold, and the whole 1066 thing was basically tribal warfare between two sets of latter era Vikings. So having Germanic stuff coming over from Normandy wouldn't be that far off.

Calli, FWIW I loved Master & Commander. It's not so much a direct adaptation of any of the books as it's a story in the same spirit, and it's very, very well-done. I had to drag DH along to get him to see it, and he ended up declaring it the best movie he saw in 2003.

I never developed a Jack or a Stephen crush, though I'll admit the books are part of why Stephen is my current first choice name if I ever have a boy.

I need to head out now, so I'll leave it to others to talk about the most and least accurate Regency writers, and I'll see y'all when I'm back in Seattle, in the house of comfy mattresses and air free of cat dander.

FUCKING HELL. DH worked BOTH DAYS over Thanksgiving vacation. He's been busting his ass for months on a project. He worked the Sunday after Christmas, he's been on a borrowed laptop every fucking night for the last two months.

He's sick. Tomorrow's New Year's Eve. They just called him and told him he has to come in tomorrow. This bites ASS.

Well, I have a lot of practice from the store. I have seen a billion and five different body types in many different styles (working at an upscale consignment shop, we don't have that "this is what's in style now so that's all we have" thing, plus things are so well put together that you can really tell what part isn't working for the body type). If I were braver, I'd sneak all the wrong things out of the stuff people are sending back to the dressing room, and put something similar, but better for them in. But, that would be rude. Still...

I'm sorry, Cashmere. That sucks. I hope your DH has time over the weekend to recover.

And thanks, Susan. Happy trails!

The three most persuasive Regency writers I can think of are all in the mystery genre, and I think that's significant.

Kate Ross, who died too young, Madeline Robins (slight alternate-history), and the regency thriller I can't remember the author of. (The one with all the pyramiding revelations about the husband's and wife's motivations about their son.)

Kate Ross was wonderful. I devoured those books, and then I was irritated with myself because I should have savored them and parceled them out. She really nailed the period.