Through The Looking Glass

“One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it:..”

This is the opening line in the famous children’s book Through The Looking Glass (more commonly known as Alice In Wonderland) by Lewis Carroll.

I just loved Alice when I was a kid. 


She was so spunky. 


Oh, what I wouldn’t have done to take a trip like that: an innocent afternoon walk in the woods provides the opportunity for an invitation to a magical party, and then ‘Oops’ you trip through a looking glass and downdown you go, only to find yourself in the company of a bunch of manic, disingenuous rabbits, a peyote smoking Caterpillar, a menopausal Red Queen and her emasculated King of a husband, a Dodo, with illusions of grandeur, and that crazy grinning unflappable Cat. 


What a nutty bunch!


What a crazy kid!


It was of no concern to me that the whole lot of them conspired to trap Alice within her own childhood, never allowing her to leave (or grow-up), even if it meant her death.


Oh no. Never crossed my mind. 


Another of my favorite stories was Oscar Wilde‘s The Picture of Dorian Grey


Gorgeous Dorian has his portrait painted by a fledgling artist. 

It is shown at a Salon and becomes a sensation- including, creating sensations ‘we dare not speak of’ in the pants of a decadent dandy, Lord Wotton. 

Lord Wotton approaches vain Dorian and the two proceed to live a life of hedonism- but not before handsome Dorian makes a pact with the devil: his sins will be transferred to the portrait instead of his body.

By tales-end only Dorian’s suicide will release him from his moral battle, and the portrait reverts back into the beautiful young Dorian. 

Housekeepers find him with a knife in his chest, wizened and deformed, as the portrait looks down on the scene, as untouched as the day it was painted.

Happy Days! Aaaaaghhh

So it should have come as no surprise to me that the other day, as I was walking through the house, I gazed into our front parlor mirror and wondered who the hell was staring back.

“Who the Hell are you, strange wizened woman?”

Maybe Dorian was on to something, or I should call the Caterpillar, because a combination of my father and the old gal who lives under I-10 was looking back at me. (Then again, I heard she and Dorian travelled down the rabbit hole together, and it was quite a party).  

Hummmmmm

So after much contemplation, I think I’ll stay Earth bound, never follow a rabbit, always blame the white kitten, and just learn to love the old gal trapped in my Looking Glass.

Making a pact with the devil…

shall remain optional.











  • Anonymous - Love today’s whimsical post!
    Carol
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  • A Pleasant House - Thanks Carol! I feel like I’m rambling a bit- either that, or it’s the menoblur. Eeee!ReplyCancel

  • afterthekidsleave.com - LOL…I know exactly what feeling you mean. For me, my mirror image more or less matches my internal image of myself. It’s when I see photos that I wonder who on earth that grim-looking old broad is! 🙂ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - What’s worse is looking at photo’s from ‘before’ and wondering where that went? I still feel 30!ReplyCancel

  • Travels with Tam - Rambling is good. Sort of like free association therapy.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Yes, but my poor readers!ReplyCancel

    • bethteliho - I agree with your earlier commenter – my mirror image (usually) speaks true to how I feel, it’s when I see photos of myself that I get all judgy and freaked out!

      BTW – The picture of Dorian Grey is one of my favorite novels.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I know. What a novel! Remember the movie? Holy Shit!ReplyCancel

  • littlemisswordy - What a fun post!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - I guess I don’t have a good sense of humor when it comes to you. Because I think you are beautiful and don’t ever need to make a pact with anyone! Loved this post….ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Even though we have only met once, we did experience a connection didn’t we? I think you’re beautiful just the way you are also. So- let’s make a pact- we stay friends forever and you keep your sense of humor. At least about me.ReplyCancel

  • Bryan Jones - I enjoyed this quaint, capricious post – shifting between darkness and cherished childhood memories. You have a distinctive style that draws me in.ReplyCancel

  • Manal The Go Go Girl - Nothing good ever comes out from making a deal with the devil. From the pictures I see and your posts, I can tell that you’re a beautiful woman inside and out. You could brighten a full room when you walk in especially if you always have these orange and yellow colors on. Great post! Cheers!ReplyCancel

  • Tarana Khan - I still love to pick up Through The Looking Glass, but I must get my hands on the others book! I’ve had moments where I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but I’m afraid to look. Oh, how I’ve neglected myself since becoming a mom. Or maybe I’m just lazy!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Very funny!

    Have you seen the more recent version of Dorian Gray?ReplyCancel

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