I’ve been hard at work planning online teaching for costume history and pattern drafting at Toi Whakaari, and doing pattern stuff for Scroop Patterns, and my brain is exhausted and tired of looking at the computer. I’ve got a whole bunch of blog ideas, but they were all just too much effort today.
So I had a rummage around in my photo library for inspiration for today’s post, and found a bunch of gorgeous images from back in October and our 2019 Sew & Eat Historical Retreat which I’ve never posted.
We spent an afternoon dressed up in Augusta stays, pretending to be 18th century ladies pretending to be milkmaids, wandering around in the meadows picking flowers and inspecting old farm equipment and having romantic interludes with attractively lichened fences (as you do).
Eloise @eloise_faith_gladrags went very historical, in her gorgeous completely handsewn Augustas, and perfectly pastel ensemble. She always picks the most beautiful soft colours for her sewing!
I went slightly less historical, because I’d forgotten to pack 18th c caps:
And I dressed up Miss Priscilla in total fantasy, in the theatrical version of the Augusta Stays and my much-beloved and much-used silk organza petticoat.
Priscilla said she wasn’t sure if she felt like a bride or a witch. She pointed out that witches in movies and fairytale books are often shown with 1780s hair, and now that she’s said it I can’t unsee it!
These photos are just what my heart needs right now. It was a dry summer in Wellington, and we’re just coming out of it now. The hills are still rather barren and brown. We’ve been in lockdown for just over two weeks, and I’ve only seen whatever bits of nature are within an easy walk of my house. Old growth forests, lush meadows, hawthorne trees, honeysuckle and queen anne’s lace are a balm for the soul.
Hopefully one day we’ll get back to this farm and get to explore the meadows and woods again. It was such a beautiful place, and such a beautiful day.
But…not quite as beautiful as it looks in the photos. It was WINDY, and out good photos were taken between gusts. Half the shoot looked like this:
And this, which looks like Eloise is doing interpretive dance, but is actually the moment the wind stole her cap!
Maybe I was better off without one after all!