Mrs. Teabody Takes on "Twelfth Night"


"If music be the food of love, play on,Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,


The appetite may sicken, and so die." —Orsino, 1..1-3


Good Morrow, Gentle Readers!


Chez Teabody  has been set in motion quite early this day as the "Twelfth Night" cake wanted baking, and Mrs. Teabody fortified herself for the task by imbibing a potent steeping of Adagio  "Pride and Joy" before mucking about with the electrified mixing machine, measuring white powders, cracking eggs, and finding her spectacles to read the infinitesimal letters on the  proper extract bottle. Chez Teabody is  now bathed in the baking cake's sweet aroma and  Mrs. Teabody is chuffed that it is baking in the new-fangled silicone tube pan Mrs. Teabody BEGGED her younger sibling, Lady Anne, to give to her as a gift. Mr. Sinatra is singing "I Get a Kick Out of You" quietly in the corner, and Mrs. Teabody is quite prepared for some merrymaking at Tickle Your Fancy this last day of Christmas. Mrs. Teabody is particularly chuffed that TYF will be graced by the company of the Duchess Elizabeth, Lady H and Lady P for festivities as they are counted among Mrs. Teabody's most light-hearted friends and perfect company on such a day. Who shall play the "Lord of Misrule"?  That, Gentle Reader, remains for discovery.


Mrs. Teabody had planned to discuss Mr. Shakespeare's play, "Twelfth Night" but Mrs. Moppit has already arrived,  (Mon Dieu!) and so little time remains that she will simply implore you to expand or refresh your knowledge of the play here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twelfth_Night

Mrs. Teabody was delighted to receive input regarding yesterday's topic by tiny little letters on her cellular phone, but she would so much like you, Gentle Reader, to add your comments at the end of the discussion for the delight of all.

As promised, Mrs. Teabody will now reveal the artist/song that best represents her earliest influence in popular music for her coming of age years. Many Gentle Readers will be surprised to learn it is Mr. Ray Charles and the song is "What'd I Say."

Mrs. Teabody also confesses a fondness for "Busted" and even "I Can't Stop Loving You." Mr. Charles' music was a heady mixture of the same diverse influences but he was able to place those influences into a new context that fascinated Mrs. Teabody and thousands like her. He was the first famous person Mrs. Teabody saw playing in concert and one whose music has been and will be part of the Teabody "canon."

Mrs. Teabody has made herself quite late, and there are linens for pressing,  a self to deck in clothing appropriate to the day and charms to add to the "Twelfth Night" cake. Mon Dieu!

Mrs. Teabody trusts you will do 'what you will' to make this day memorable. She plans to do precisely that and she counts her blessings often. Perhaps you will do the same?

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