if only my life were a british costume drama...

...i most likely would have died from fluff in the lungs, or insanity, or childbirth, or an inordinate use of the word offence.

my darling sister-in-law sarah lent me her copy of north and south over christmas to watch at my leisure. last night i stayed up until the wee hours of the morn watching and rewatching it. north and south you ask? that cheesy mini-series from the 80s with the late great patrick swayze?
no, not that one. this one:

not this one:

with this guy:

not this guy:

but upon further picture perusal, who could resist watching a little of this???

unfortch, there is little muscle flexing and bodice ripping in the british north and south. nonetheless, i highly recommend to all. it's in the same vein and pride and prejudice and other jane austen social commentary/love stories. but not too much social commentary to make it boring and school like. perish the thought!!!