Oh I’m a stickler for vocabulary, and spelling, and pronunciation! ‘twahl’ not ‘toyl’ ‘go-day’ not ‘go-dette’ I get irked when fellow steampunks call the draped overskirt they’re wearing a ‘bustle’. This is a bustle. and yes, it’s underwear, and yes, I’m wearing it on top. Because I can. I’m very aware of the misunderstandings caused … Continue reading CoBloWriMo #8-Vocabulary
A calm and considered rant, with a result. Right, I waited long enough for courtesy. 6 days ago I sent a message via FaceBook and an email to Reconstructing History, detailing the problems with the skirt, and reminding them of the issues with the Edwardian shirtwaist. I got an acknowledgement, saying they’d get back to … Continue reading Click clock click, peplum skirt #4
…laying bait for racists, and buggering up another corset. First, the racists. I spend many, many hours on Facebook, playing pointless games and looking at kittens of course, but I’m also active on several sewing sites, great for general chat and giving and getting advice. Recently I started watching an interesting site which sells vintage/antique … Continue reading Today I are bin mostly…
This time last year, I didn’t make resolutions, but I did complete the ‘Top Five’ that lots of bloggers do. I’ve just looked back on the ‘goals’ for this year, Here they are: Top 5 Goals Complete the SWAP Do as many Historical challenges as possible, as long as they contribute to my wardrobe Complete … Continue reading Own Goals
A short post, but hopefully a bit of fun. I’ve just spent a couple of hours watching some brilliant little video lectures which I found on FaceBook, and followed to YouTube. THey’re from a series called ‘The Ultimate Fashion History’ and really do run the gamut of fashionable [mostly western] style through the ages. I’m … Continue reading Hysterical Histories
I was so determined to finish this bloody silk bodice today. It’s been sitting there, part done, for so ruddy long, making me feel guilty. I just spent the best part of an hour carefully clipping, trimming and pressing all the ruddy princess seams in the silk, and in the coutil lining. I’m all hot … Continue reading AAArrrrggghhh!
Well actually, I can’t. My flounce-ability is defunct. My poor treasured ruffler is, like Monty Python’s parrot, no more. My much anticipated sewing marathon started yesterday morning, relatively bright and early. I’ve had plenty of time to prioritise and make lists, so job one was to be ruffling several yards of pre-hemmed trim, to make … Continue reading “…the girl could flounce better than a fat turkey on a trampoline.”