Author: Kristine Hughes
Fashions of 1814
Victoria here. Time to take a brief look at some of the fashions worn by ladies 200 years ago.
Here are a few examples from my collection of fashion prints from Regency-era magazines
I used some of these images on the e-book covers of my Regency Romances. I love them.
r in tiffany or silver net; the crown lashed with silk or silver cords.
No. 2. A melon cap, made of white satin quilted, with narrow bead trimming inlet, ornamented with a full cluster and wreath of flowers, blended with a quilted border of lace.
No. 3. A Persian calash, formed upon a wire fabric, and composed of satin-striped ribband, trimmed with a full border of blonde lace, appliqued with a heading of Vandyke: a net handkerchief crosses the crown en suite, with a large cluster of wild flowers in the centre.
No. 4. A cottage bonnet, made in salmon colour and white velvets, ornamented with a double plume of ostrich feathers.
No. 5. A Russian-à-la-mode, composed of orange and white velvets, trimmed round the edge with a quilling of Vandyke lace; the crown decorated with flowers and wreaths of Vandyke lace.
It seems that 1814 was a banner year for portrait painters…and their lovely subjects’ raiment. Here is an example.
Visiting the Windsor Museum
The Wellington Tour will explore the Museum of Windsor on September 12, 2014 — we hope you’ll be with us.
The Museum is located on the ground floor of the Windsor Guildhall a building designed by Sir Christopher Wren and built in the 17th Century, though it was originally begun by another architect who died in 1689. Nevertheless, it bears the unmistakable stamp of Wren.
The Museum, on the ground floor, tells the story of the town from earliest evidence of human habitation to the present. Among our favorite displays are the intricate dioramas of Windsor history.
The Museum (website here) was masterminded by our dear departed friend Hester Davenport and her associates. So our visit with the Wellington Tour participants will be bittersweet for Kristine and Victoria who spent time with Hester here several times and knew of her long years of work toward its establishment.
Here are three of our blog posts on the subject of Hester and the Museum.
Hester on the dioramas
http://onelondonone.blogspot.com/2011/03/windsor-dioramas-by-guest-blogger.html
Hester In Memoriam
http://onelondonone.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2013-10-14T03:30:00-04:00&max-results=10&start=27&by-date=false
The Windsor Museum
http://onelondonone.blogspot.com/2011/08/travels-with-victoria-windsor-museum.html#more
The Museum is located on the High Street, almost in the shadow of Windsor Castle. Among its famous neighbors is this Crooked House, photographed frequently!
A Pinterest Post – Basil Gill
I recently came across the arresting photo above while looking through the Pinterest boards. Hello, said I, this face begs further scrutiny. Clicking through, I discovered that this is the English actor Basil Gill (1877 – 1955) and s further search through Google Images led me to the discovery that I’d already pinned another photo of Mr. Gill to my board Absolutely Fabulous. In that photo (below) Mr. Gill resembles nothing so much as the quintessential English Dandy.
Searching the web for concrete facts about Basil Gill turned up not much more than bare bones credits for roles he’d played, until I found a site called a site called Shakespeare – The Players, which provided the following information.
But Back to Masterpiece Theatre . . . . .
You’ll forgive me for returning to a topic on which I posted as recently as Friday, but Masterpiece Theatre is truly getting on my nerves. On Friday I touched on the fact that it seems just recently to want to remind me of the Wellington Tour at every turn. Today, I have a new gripe – the way Masterpiece Theatre treats it’s U.S. viewers like second class citizens.
I was doing a bit of gardening on Saturday. Now, before you get the wrong picture in your head, I live in Florida and so use the term “garden” loosely. Disabuse yourself of Capability Brown-like borders and vistas.
The reality, especially since I’ve been ignoring the garden of late, is more like this –
Except that it’s more overgrown. So, there I was hacking through the underbrush, being bitten rather painfully on my neck by something rather large, when it dawned on me that the fact that Masterpiece Theatre airs shows like Downton Abbey and Sherlock earlier in Britain than in the U.S. was exceedingly unfair. Why make us wait to see them when they didn’t have to? Surely our fan base is as large as theirs, or even larger. There are more of us then of them, after all.
And then I started thinking that it was additionally unfair that Britain kept all their good bits of history on their side of the pond, as well. I mean in that they are entitled. They own it all. They can do what they want with their heritage sites and stately homes and the like. But they’ve got so much of the stuff, large numbers of it going to rack and ruin at such an accelerated rate that English Heritage itself can’t keep up. Therefore, you’d think they’d pack a few of the crumblier ones up and ship them over here and therefore share the wealth, if you will. I mean, if they could FedEx the London Bridge over here, then surely a moderately sized stately pile wouldn’t be a problem? Once they arrived here, we could round up the HGTV hosts to reassemble them and then renovate and redecorate them according to historic designs. Instead of Property Brothers or Love It or List It or Income Property we could call the show The Castle Crew or even History Handyman or some such. Or we could get the neighbors in to redo the place for the new owners to the designs of Adams or Ackermann or Inigo Jones and then have a big reveal at the end of each episode. Think of the ratings.
And whilst we’re at it, why don’t they send a few Royals over here to head our government? Oh, I know the Royals no longer actually run the British government, but then there aren’t that many politicians over here actually running the government either. Instead of our having to deal with cracked out mayors and sniping senators, there would at least be entertainment value in seeing what hats the Royals wore while at the same time they might drum up some business for American fashion houses. And really, the more we have to deal with the healthcare fiasco in this country, the more National Health seems like a jolly good idea.
And so my mind went, until I became aware of the bite I’d received on my neck, which was beginning to itch. It was a large bite. The welt it left was about the size of a rather large grape. It was so large that it made me wonder just what the deuce had bitten me, since I hadn’t gotten a look at it. I doubt it was a brown recluse spider since I’m still alive and hope it wasn’t one of those devilish insects that lays eggs beneath the skin of their victims. I also hope I’m still alive by the time Season 3 of Sherlock finally airs here on January 19th.
















