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Five for Friday: What I’ve been up to, June Edition

What I’m working on:

Trying to accomplish things faster than the disaster roller coaster that has become my life can run them down.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but sometime between June & November last year Murphy’s Law decided to take a really personal interest in my life, and annoying, time consuming, money demanding things have happened one after the other.  You’ve heard about the epic computer crash of January 2017, and then there was the stove that decided to stop working and needed replacing (buying appliances is pretty much my least favourite activity in the world, and takes forever), followed by ‘Oops, it turns out your electrical system won’t support a modern stove, you need to re-wire a big portion of your house’.

This was followed by ‘Felicity needs dental surgery’, which is scheduled for next week and a bit, so I’m a little freaked out by that…

And that’s the stuff I can tell you about (there have to be some boundaries).

There are perks to some of the disasters.  For example, the new stove is awesome, but…. it’s part of the cause of my latest catastrophe, because it brings water to a boil so much faster than the old one, which is partly why a pressure cooker full of black beans exploded all over my kitchen last night.

Did you know that black beans are a very effective dye?  They are!  So every non-stainless-steel or enamel surface in the kitchen is now spattered with a very attractive shade of purple-blue.  It’s very…organic.  In both senses of the word.  And abstract modern art-y.  And durable.  I’m on hour 3 of scrubbing so far, and have pretty much had to admit that I may be able to scrub the paint off, but I won’t be able to scrub the colour out.

This is what happens when a pressure cooker full of black beans explodes...

This is what happens when a pressure cooker full of black beans explodes...

It’s funny, except that it caused so much damage.

In addition to staining the ceiling, walls, cupboards, countertops, and floor, the explosion also destroyed my pressure cooker (sniff – though I’m pretty sure it was a faulty pressure valve that did it, so it needed replacing), broke a beautiful bowl we got as a wedding present (and the potter no longer makes them, wailey, wailey), broke two brackets on the stovetop pot-supporter rack thing (and it’s only a month old!), put a bunch of dents and cracks in our beautiful vintage ceiling, which I am really gutted about, and blew out the lights in fully half the house.

Fingers crossed it’s just a case of re-doing the old-fashioned fuses to get them working again.  Otherwise, at least I know of an electrician I can trust!

So how are you feeling about everything?:

Pretty glum actually.  I plan time into my work schedule for unexpected setbacks, but there have been so many this year that they have eaten ALL my disaster (hope it doesn’t happen) and rainy day (you know it will happen, you just don’t know when) time planning, plus most of my blogging time (yep, that’s why I’ve been so quiet), discretionary sewing time, and social time.

So I’ve done no sewing for myself in over 6 months that wasn’t desperately needed for wardrobe updates, and not a single wearable stitch towards Costume College (aka, fun sewing).  I’m hoping for a miracle in the next week, or it’s going to be rather grim for me costume wise this year!

I’ve been so busy that there is actually a Regency dance here in Wellington tomorrow night, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it.  How sad is that?

Has anything good happened?  

Yes!  Despite everything, there have been some really lovely, bright spots, and life overall has been good.

Regional News Wellington did a lovely interview on me (read it here on page 9), complete with studio photoshoot with gorgeous photos:

The Dreamstress, photo by Regional News Wellington

And two separate Scroop Patterns: the Ngaio Blouse and the Henrietta Maria Dress + Top, have been reviewed on the Curvy Sewing Collective!

The Scroop Ngaio Blouse

Scroop Henrietta Maria

I’ve worked really hard to make the Scroop Pattern line as size inclusive as possible, and to make sure that each pattern fits accurately at every size in the range, and just to make them generally really good patterns, with comprehensive instructions, and thoughtful sewing processes.  It’s really nice to see that work has been noticed and appreciated.

And Mr D & I have gone for lots of nice walks together, and I love my sewing students, so at least I see nice people, even if I don’t do much ‘socialising’.  And I’ve been teaching Costume History at Toi Whakaari (the NZ Drama School), and that’s been wonderful.

So life has been really good, I just want to spend a lot less of it traipsing round hardware stores, and getting repair quotes for things.


What I’ve been reading:

ALL the Stella Gibbons.  Her writing is just the mix of humour, compassion mixed with cynicism, and insightfulness that I’ve been needing, and she’s one of the few authors that I can read nothing but that author’s works for months on end without it feeling repetitive.

Stella Gibbons books

I own Cold Comfort Farm in a Folio edition, and my Christmas and Conference’s were gifts from the ever-wonderful Lynne.  I was holding out for ‘proper’ editions of all of her criminally underrated non-woodshed related works, but have finally admitted that they are just too hard to find, and have bought the modern reissues of Westwood, Nightingale Wood, and Starlight (currently on loan to a friend) while I dream of old hardcover editions…

One day I shall own every single one of her books.  It will happen!

 What’s for dinner:

Soups!  Lots and lots of soups.

We’re particularly fond of a vegetable with barley, peas & lentils soup that is based on a recipe I discovered for my Fortnight in 1916 experiment.  It’s particularly interesting because it involves no potato: just leeks, parsnips, swedes, carrots, and celery if you have any.

Vegetable barley soup

Vegetable barley soup

Vegetable barley soup

(kitchen shown in old-stove, pre-blued state).

What next:

Not sure, but please wish me a miracle that I’ll get my taxes done this weekend, and be able to do fun things like sew!

And that the sewing goes super well, so I have fun things to show you!



Rate the Dress – Bright blue late Edwardian

Yay!  Hooray!  Last week’s green velvet 1718 Rate the Dress was extremely popular, and I always love it when people love a dress.  The only poor-ish ratings it got (and they still weren’t that bad) were people who like a bit more embellished OTTness in their costuming, or those who just couldn’t love velvet in the middle of a heatwave!

The dress swept in to the Rate the Dress royal court with a scale of 9.2 out of 10.

Today’s choice for Rate the Dress has been sitting in my RtD inspiration folder for ages, but this week it seems like the perfect pick, because I finally managed to go see Wonder Woman, and, in case you haven’t heard, Wonder Woman’s bright blue WWIish evening dress has the costuming internet in a tizzy, either because they are trying to figure out if you can shove a sword down the back (answer, yes, but your dance partner is definitely going to notice that your spine is a little more rigid than usual), or are tsking over how not-quite-accurate-to-period it is, or are madly in love with it.

Sometimes all three at the same time.

Mini-movie-review:  it was OK, but didn’t rock my world.  I think my viewing of it suffered because I’d heard so-much-hype about what a feminist wonderland it was, so anything less than that was going to be a bit of a letdown.  It was much, much better than most superhero movie, but there were too many impractical-for-fighting high-heels and gratuitously tight sweaters for actual feminist wonderland status.  And the racial/cultural stereotypes really didn’t sit well with me.  But the historical costumes were better than I had expected (though my expectations there were pretty low, so easy to beat!)).  The now infamous blue evening gown, which really didn’t do it for me on a personal level, though I could see what they were going for (1910s with a nod to Wonder Woman’s origins in classical Greek mythology, and costumes from the WW TV series).

But hey, look!  Here is an actual cobalt blue 1910s dress with a bit of Grecian inspiration (OK, so it’s 8 years earlier than the Wonder Woman time frame, but so was some of the film’s costuming *cough*):

This gown’s snug silhouette, draped tightly over the waist and hips to showcase a small waist and a smooth, curvaceous figure, is typical of 1908-11.  The dressmaker has used the draping at the waist, along with the asymmetrical detailing of the bodice and skirt, to evoke classical Greek or Roman attire, despite the body conscious silhouette.

Day dress, ca. 1910, wool & silk, Galleria del Costume di Palazzo Pitti via Europeana Fashion, 00000335

The high, tight guimpe worn under the dress helps to meld classical allusions and late-Edwardian modesty, and the quirky chiffon lower sleeves look forward to the first half of the 1910s, when oddly shaped sleeves were all the rage (my costuming history students looked at all my 1910s dresses, and asked what they were thinking.  I told them that they were being proactively thoughtful towards future historians who wanted to date things very precisely – (and then explained properly!)).

So, all-green was a winner last week.  Can all-blue managed the same? Will you think this one is just wonderful?

Rate the Dress on a Scale of 1 to 10.




Book Review: Priscilla,

Book Review: Priscilla, an 1890s romance

I started this post for May’s Historical Sew Monthly theme of ‘Literature’, but due to my arm injury I wasn’t able to finish it during May.

So, a little late, because I’m still on doctor enforced limited-computer time, a historical book review for a very fun piece, full of costume descriptions and illustration.

Book Review: Priscilla,

Priscilla is an 1890s romance novel by E Everett-Green, a prolific writer of ‘pious and improving’ stories for girls, as well as historical novels (and daughter of the truly amazing Mary Anne Everett Green).  Knowing Everett-Green’s reputation for moralistic literature, Priscilla surprised me.

Despite the titular Priscilla dominating the plot, the book is not really about her: it’s a picture of six possibilities of late-Victorian womanhood; archetypical ingenue Priscilla; her sister Ruth, the pattern card of the ideal 19th century wife, sister & daughter, in a style that was already a bit old-fashioned for the 1890s; spinster cousin Barbara Stillingfield, grown cold and warped with stifled love and hope; petted and fete’d society beauty Olive Gardner; society matron Mrs Pym; and Gwendolyn Pym, firmly focused on the possibilities beyond the bounds of acceptable 19th century feminine pursuits.

The central story (Priscilla’s) is pretty standard Victorian (or any era) romance: a meet-cute followed by opportunities for relationship-building slightly outside the societal norm, an obligatory save-her-life moment, and the the realisation of ‘Oh no, we’re in love!  But society/family obligations says it should not be’.  Attempts to un-fall-in-love, momentous occasion throw lovers together, much angst, more angst, hand wringing, yet more angst, annnnnnnnnnggggggggggst.  Oh yay, the course of true love reaches its conclusion!

(No spoiler warnings, because you already know how that plot goes).

Book Review: Priscilla

Priscilla’s story, is, in short, boring.  Priscilla is also boring, and to honest, a bit of a tiresome brat.  She may be “a dainty little creature in a simple white cotton frock, with speedwell-blue eyes, a wild-rose complexion…”, but the very first thing she does is to fling the book her sister Ruth is reading, on to the ground in a petty tantrum.

Treating books badly is not a good way to get people who like reading books (which, presumably would apply to anyone reading about said book-hurtling) on your side!

And Priscilla doesn’t improve much.  She grows up a little bit, does a bit more to help out, but she’s still the only young character in the book to behave in a petty, jealous, competitive manner – which does little to earn her the proper title of ‘heroine’ in a book that is otherwise free of the typical ‘catty female’ trope.

Book Review: Priscilla

Interestingly, the most character-building thing that Priscilla does is to learn to ride a bike.  The bike is a reward she earns through being helpful, and which she uses to be of further help in her district.  It’s a notable choice of symbolic personality growth for its period: bike riding was still a contentious activity for women in the 1890s, and was not considered ladylike in many circles.  The appropriateness of Priscilla riding is a point of much debate in the book.  As late as 1907 the Girl’s Own Paper, for which Everett-Green wrote stories, warned against bicycle riding as a ‘man-game that murders beauty’ because it ‘rolls the spine, interferes with the proper function of the hips, and gives the bicycle face, with its ‘blintering eyes’, look of deep concern, square jaws, and flabby mock turtle cheeks'(!).  In the context of the book’s time, Everett-Green’s choice of a bicycle to move Priscilla from a selfish child to a helpful adult is almost subversive.

There are other hints that all is not what might be expected in a late Victorian morality tale.  Pattern-card of propriety and morality Ruth’s choices of self-sacrifise on the alter of family duty is called into question by the saintliest character in the book – and many others.  Ruth is following the accepted paths of action for an eldest daughter by 19th century standards of virtue, but it is made quite clear that she may be misstepping, and is wrong to be ‘throwing away happiness’ for ‘a fancied duty’.  Rich society belle Olive Gardner, who has long expected to marry the hero, and who would be jealous and conniving in any other story, is instead sweet, kind, open minded, generous spirited enough to immediately acknowledge Priscilla’s beauty, and has no interest in a rivalry with Priscilla.  And spinster Barbara, derided by Priscilla as ‘hard, self-contained, and reserved’, is ultimately treated with sympathy – given a reason for her temperament, and a happy ending to her story.

Priscilla is a romance novel, so everyone gets a happy ending, but some are more unusual than others, and the most profoundly unexpected happy ending belongs to Gwendolyn Pym.

Gwen has no beauty, no desire for wealth, or a society marriage.  Instead, her passion is for helping factory girls, for working to advance women’s rights – and particularly working women’s rights.  Gwen wants ‘to do good to my kind – to spend my whole life in trying to lift the burden off people who have never had a chance of being decently happy or respectable.’

On the surface, Gwen’s aspirations aren’t that far off mainstream expectations of women’s behaviour for her period.  If you can’t be a wife and mother, serve the world.  However, how Gwen chooses to do it is quite amazing, and controversial, and why she chooses the path she does is even more amazing.

Gwen is presented as possibly the most admirable and moral character in Priscilla, but it’s also made clear that she does not believe in God (!) and considers herself an agnostic – a radical departure from the norm for the time (and there is also the definite hint that Gwen is totally uninterested in men, thought this shouldn’t necessarily be interpreted as her being lesbian in the modern sense, as the societal constructs around sexuality were totally different*).  She also ultimately chooses her duty to the women she helps over her duty to her family, and explicitly states this bold choice.  On being informed of this, Gwen’s mother, self-focused Mrs Pym, wails that she will ‘become a woman agitator…speak on platforms, or sit in vestries, or do any of the atrocious things that are turning good women into bad imitations of men nowdays?’  Gwen’s response is that ‘none of those things seem dreadful to me if one could be of service to one’s kind’, and you get the very firm idea, in reading it, that the author agrees, and that you, as the reader, thinking you were getting into a frothy romance, have suddenly been given a very firm dose of 19th century feminism, and have even been introduced to the radical concept that morality and religion are not the same thing.

Priscilla was a surprise to me, having read other Everett-Green works, and knowing her reputation as a clergyman’s daughter, and an active member of the Anglican church.  I expected a standard tale of sweet-femininity and standard-virtue winning fair (*cough* and rich) gentleman, but I was also show a ‘mannish’, independent, brusk, untidy, totally uninterested in standard manners, and, as presented by the author, aspirational heroine – albeit one who had to be slipped into the story sideways.

It was a good reminder that no matter what our perceptions of the past, there was almost always a broader range of ideas and pattern cards to follow available.

Book Review: Priscilla,

Sadly, I haven’t managed to find a copy of Priscilla on any of the out-of-copyright publishing sites on the internet (Project Gutenberg, etc.), but if you can get your hands on it, I thoroughly recommend it.  It’s still a standard Victorian novel in many ways, but in the small ways it steps out of the mould, it’s quite amazing and eye-opening.

*It may be of interest that Everett-Green lived with a female companion for most of her adult life, though I can’t find anything on what form that companionship took – it might very well have been simply a friendship.