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Etiquette for costumers: how to behave when out and about

There has been a bit of a brou-ha-ha in costuming and re-enacting circles over the last week over how to behaving in public while dressed up, and how much  we should expect from the public to accommodate our particular  needs due to our lifestyle choice. I don’t want to get involved in the specific drama that has triggered this, but I thought that a bit of a guideline of the things that I keep in mind, and the things that I warn models and friends dressing up with me to be aware of, when dressed in costumes of period attire, might be helpful. These are rules of  etiquette I stick to when  I’m out and about in costume or historical dress, whether it’s just having fun wearing a costume for a day, being in a public space for a photoshoot (formal or informal), stopping at the supermarket on my way home for a talk, or living as much as possible in the past  for the Fortnight in 1916. My goal is always to be as …

My Costume College talks

I’m off to the US for Costume College this week, and I am SO excited!  I’ll be seeing costumers I haven’t seen in almost a decade, meeting costumers I’ve never met in real life, taking some amazing classes, and even giving two p  myself! My first talk is a topic I’ve been fascinated by for years, and which I’ve given as a class or presentation in various forms: the history of the paisley/boteh motif. I just think it’s amazing that this one motif  has become so universally recognisable (even Mr D knows what paisley is!): as much so as spots or stripes or checks, though its much more specific and esoteric.   The history of how it came to be so well known, and the different things it has represented in Western fashion, is quite phenomenal – and quite important to know as a historical costumer, so that you understand what your paisley garment would have meant to the people viewing it at the time it was made (spoiler alter: wealth!, knowledge!, sex!, security!, ethics!, …

1916: it gets better…

There is just 36 hours left in my 1916 experiment, and while I am to the point where I’m not just counting the days, but the hours, and while I have done more than a little whinging, I have to admit…it gets better. The longer I do it, the easier it gets.  The more the corset fits my body, the easier it is to live  in the clothes, the more I really learn to move and work and rest with them, and the more familiar I am with every task that I do. It was really hard for the first week, and then not so hard. I did more than  twice as much laundry the second time around, but took the same amount of time.  I can get a three course dinner on the table with under 45 minutes  of actual work for most meals (cooking time is a totally different story!  No pressure cookers!).  I’ve even gotten better at ironing, and washing dishes with a stupid bristle brush and a washrag.   I think …