Downton Abbey On Main Street

As I look back to the finale of season 4 of Downton Abbey, I wonder why this show above others has so gripped me.

Admittedly the fashions are FABU, darling. Every episode is a sartorial work of art.

Upstairs, it’s beads and silks and spangles glowing in the candlelight. Downstairs, it’s homespun charm and organic earthiness.

But the real appeal for me lies with the daily trials and tribulations, both large and small, of the people who make Downton Abbey their home. From a toothache to an unplanned pregnancy, from secret love letters to post-coital death. All of it holds me captive, especially when I realize these circumstances play out whether one is wearing an apron or a party dress from Paris. People are essentially the same whether they live upstairs or downstairs, whether they were raised on a pig farm in the nursery with a nanny.

The show is a study in contrasts, but it also illustrates what binds us together. And there’s something for everyone; romance, treachery, manipulation, petty squabbles, a smile at the seaside.

A village resides at the Abbey, different families, different destinies, different windows to peek in.

Quite like the stories we’d find on any Main Street.

The theme of this blog is that the authors each provide a different window to peek in, a different story  to enjoy. And yet each one is resonates with what binds us all–love and family.

Check out the offerings of the authors here and find your new favorite way to enjoy the captivating story of humanity.

And the clothes are pretty good, too.