Carolina Cannonball is one of my faves and The Crescat is always a fun stop. And you know, since we’ve been talking headcoverings on and off for the past few weeks, you will probably want to go look at her pictures of Princess Grace and Jackie Kennedy and others wearing lace mantillas because Miss Cannonball has decided that, since last week was “tonsure week”, this week we’d see the women’s head-coverings.
But all of that is nothing to me. I don’t care, I don’t care. Yes, the mantillas are lovely. Who cares?
That’s right, I said, who cares?
Now that she has teased us with not one but two pictures, I want a Knights of Malta Week, and I want it right now!
I think I have confessed a few times to my weakness for the olive-skinned lads. Yes, I dearly love the fellas in the kilts, but…well, for cryin’ out loud, see for yourself!
Ah, Giancarlo! He just has to be a Giancarlo!
Mustn’t lurk in doorways, lad; have a cappuccino…
Now, don’t get me wrong, this is not an occasion of sin. Or, maybe it’s a little occasion of sin, because I’m maybe objectifying these men, but…shouldn’t we be able to gaze at the beauty of God’s creation? And besides, all I want to do is have a cup of coffee and look at them. And besides, the second fellow, he looks enough like my brother-in-law that he could be family!
But that other fellow! Looking at Giancarlo…that’s a couple of Hail Mary’s right there.
Maybe an Angelus.
A trip to Lourdes…