The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets

Keeping secrets certainly is a lost art in the twenty-first century. Yet more so than that, it's a symbol of many 'lost arts'. This day and age has certainly sacrificed many traditions and arts, so to speak, in only a decade, what with our desire to progress as quickly and efficiently as possible. Being an eighteen year old born into the age of technology, fast food, blue jeans and reality television, I am no doubt a part of this tumultuous "put in the least amount of time and effort needed to produce the best results possible" generation, but there's one difference between myself and the majority of my generation. I am a follower of lost arts.

By this, I mean that I was born into a family where imagination was valued and, as a result, imagination became my favorite toy, tool and weapon. As I grew I discovered art, most notably those of the performing arts variety, vintage clothing and developed a fondness for old and unusual things, people and places. Which leads me to this. A blog. Declaring my love for and life among the lost arts. So come one, come all to the spectacle that is Fiona and the blog that is The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets. Enjoy!

XO

A quick P.S.
I (questionably legally) stole this blog title from a favorite book of mine entitled (can you guess?) The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets. It's a lovely book and I don't wish to infringe upon any copyright laws. In fact, I wish it to sell quite well, so if the title peaks your curiousity, as it did mine, then you should indeed pirouette out and buy it. The two main female characters live frightfully intriguing English lives and there's plenty of old estates, fancy parties and charm to make it worth your while.
An additional note. If perhaps a Charlotte-ism or Penelope-ism is to pop up in these posts now and then, they would be from that book.