If the 15th is the Ides of March, it stands to reason that the 14th is the Pides, right? Et tu, Frute!
I’ve been reading the Metamorphoses lately. In its original Latin, which I’m very pleased is an ability I haven’t lost. I’d been worried that my Latin had slipped, but I guess I’ve made like one of Hannibal’s elephants and locked that shit down tight. An hour or so of reviewing my verb endings and it all came back.
I’ve been out of school for three years this May, and lingua latina remains my favorite subject in the world. Latin class was the reason I didn’t drop out of high school and graduated a sort-of-sane person. I’ve studied a few other languages, but it’s not the same. It’s not like this. Latin makes sense to me. When I decode a sentence bit by bit, when I puzzle out the difference between identical cases, when all the “t”s are crossed and the macrons positioned and each suffix properly attached, the whole world feels a little better.
Dead language my foot. If I do nothing else in this world, I’ll bring Latin a little more to life, and I’ll be happy.
I’m not a Classics nerd, not really. I can take or leave ancient Rome as a historical period; I’m far more interested in other eras. But Latin grammar is one of the most beautiful things in my world. I don’t even need to read Ovid. I’d be happy doing verb drills for hours and charting every possible use of the ablative.
Dress: Retrolicious, also worn here
Cardigan, petticoat, brooch, shoes, stole: thrifted
Hat: vintage, via Gem’s Vintage Gems, also worn here and here
I wore this outfit on Saturday night to a friend’s bowling-alley birthday party. Josh dared me to bowl in a full petticoat, and I’m pleased to announce I hit a whopping 86. Which, for me, is excellent.
And my ladies and I looked all the hotter at the club afterward.
You make me want to learn Latin. Also… man, you are killing it with EVERYTHING YOU WEAR. I might cry you are so perfect!
fabulous outfit and lovely that you didn’t lost your skills, you’re right: Latin makes sense!
besos