"I regret our giving your sister a camera."
"Why?" Sybil asked as she flipped over the picture and inked her pen.
Tom and Saoirse at the hospital memorial 1925.
(Mrs Hughes in back)
"Well, she never tells anyone when she’s using it."
Sybil turned it back over to look again and smiled. “But I much prefer these sort of pictures I think. I’m honestly not sure we’ll need portraits again.”
Everyone was so formal in portraits. They were pictures of people posing. These pictures were of her family, how Sybil knew them to be, not how a photographer wanted them to look.
Besides, the portrait photographer her father had hired a few months ago hadn’t done profiles, they weren’t in fashion nowdays. But Sybil was rather glad Edith had managed to capture Tom’s.
He had a very handsome profile.
It was still a little surprising, how after over five years of marriage she was still so taken by him. How did he manage to grow more handsome every day?
"Just some warning next time might be nice. Who knows what she might catch you doing?"
"Goodness, what are you doing around Edith that no one else should see?"
Sybil laughed as Tom just smiled and shook his head at her teasing. She checked the ink was dry and added the picture to the small pile Edith had given her than afternoon.
Behind her, Tom muttered a curse as he struggled into his white tie. He still hated dinner at Downton, even after all these years.
Sybil couldn’t blame him, as much as she loved her family she never missed their little flat in London so much as when she was here.
"Are you getting changed or do I have to make you excuses on account of a few pictures?"
She forgave his irritability. This stay hadn’t been one of the best, and they were both eager to be home, where they could be themselves without the cutting comment and the judgement of her grandmother and father that they’d come to accept might ease, but would most likely never go away.
"It’s only tonight," she assured him, getting up and pushing his hands out of the way of his collar. She fixed his bowtie in place and made certain it was straight.
"One more night and we’ll be home," she promised.
And sealed it with a kiss.
Josh & Gabi: Oreo-gasm
So I just watched the Young and Hungry summer finale and dammit I’m having feels over a BLANKET
Young & Hungry 1×10 ‘Young &Thirty (and Getting Married!) : The blanket that ruined a marriage
I have to say that this finale surprised me. I wasn’t expecting much, and I definitely wasn’t blown out of the water, but I was more invested in it than I thought I’d be. By the end, I actually cared a bit about the central relationship in the show, something that hadn’t really happened before this episode. And it was all because of a blanket. Read the rest at gottawatchit.com…