Monthly Archives: February 2014

Victorian Riding Suit

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Victorian Riding Suit

“Do you ride,” he asked, with a hopeful, forward look about his face. “Oh yes, I ride,” I said, trying not to sound excited. I had been riding since Papa put me in the saddle at age 2. Last week, Mama and I just finished the green riding suit with the split skirt and black braid trim. I just needed to find a new hat to match.

“Tomorrow at 11,” he said. And I was already down the trail in my beautiful medium green contrasting with the dark evergreens!

Split Skirt Riding Suit

Split Skirt Riding Suit

Farm Country Bonnet

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/176880942/vintage-country-farm-bonnet-with-wood?

The corn rows stretched clear over to the Johnson farm. It was endless, but Mama was insistent that we get the row finished by supper time. I longed for the wind to cool my face, but Mama insisted I wear one of her gigantic bonnets. It stretched so far out–held up by wooden slats–I could barely see what I was doing. “You gotta save your skin,” Mama said. It would never see the sun at this rate.

Mega Bonnet

Mega Bonnet

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/151915491/victorian-era-costume-red-taffeta-slip?

I wore my plain black wool skirt to Sunday meeting. It was like every other girl’s skirt there. But I had a secret. Underneath I had on my newly minted red taffeta, red satin, and red net petticoat.

When I walked, it talked. It sashayed with my every movement. It was so pretty I was tempted to wear it as a skirt by itself. Oh, the scandal!

Let's sashay!

Let’s sashay!

After the Corset . . .

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/177710934/very-early-bra-la-reine-brassiere-circa?

We were downtown Nashville window shopping when I saw a lady’s unmentionable in the window. The sign said “Throw away your corset.” Taking as deep a breath as the stays would allow, I went in and purchased my first brassiere. Tomorrow, I will toss my 2 corsets into Mama’s cook stove.

Relief at last . . .

Relief at last . . .