Next On My List.

17th century Somerset, England.

Lady Eleanor Glanville. 

Inherited vast estates from her father.

Paid her servants to collect butterflies in thin, glassine papers.

A violent husband and their ungrateful children declared her 'mad' in an attempt to steal her properties.

Nearly lost her case due to her butterfly collecting and reports from neighbors that she was seen outdoors 'half-dressed' (tank top and shorts?) and beating bushes to collect 'worms' (that would be cats) in drapes of cloth.

After her death, Forest, a son, contested her will that left him a meager legacy. He won on grounds of her 'lunacy' and inherited his mother's fortune.

Part of her bfly collection is housed in London's Natural History Museum. God (and hubby) help me, I'll get back to England for the Jack-the-Ripper tour and the Natural History Museum's bfly collection. 

So, back to Eleanor. Don't you just wanna read a book about her life??

I do.

And I found one. As soon as I finish The Sound of Butterflies by Rachel King (a STRANGE Edwardian-era tale of a British fellow in the Brazilian rain forests and his erotic, yes, erotic obsession with butterfly pursuit and collection), next on my list is Lady of the Butterflies by Fiona Mountain.

Now to go outside 'half-dressed' to see how the 'worms' are doing.

See you on the flip-side, Confessions readers.