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Rate the dress: Maria Josepha of Saxony

Gah!  I’ve been having bad luck with my Rate the Dress selections lately.  I saw a great one, bookmarked it to go back later and get the picture, went to write my post, and the site is down and I can’t find the picture.  To fill in the gap, I’ve gone with the theme of ‘bad luck’, as it suits both last week’s dress and the subject of this week’s dress.

Last week’s very colourful Rate the Dress‘s  bad luck was that you did not approve of it, either because of the colour or because of the ruffles of the lower skirt.  It rated a 5.9 out of 10

For our bad luck lady, I present Maria Josepha of Saxony.  Nope, it’s not Marie Antoinette’s mother in law (the one she never met), this is a different Maria Josepha of Saxony, two generations later.

Maria Josepha’s bad life began early in life – she lost her mother as an infant.  She herself died, young, and without any children, at 26.  Her other bad luck was sartorial: the poor thing had to live her whole adult life in Spain (which, as we all know, is where historical fashion goes to die).  At least she had an adoring, if older, husband to dote on her.

Francesco Lacoma y Fontanet (1778-1849), Maria Josepha of Saxony, 1820s

Maria Josepha was apparently notably pretty, and her state portrait captures her delicate features and elaborate garb: a gold embroidered satin gown with elaborate red train, lace trim, ostrich feather headpiece and lashings of emeralds.  Just the thing for a green eyed brunette of tender years and royal status, or overdone and fussy?  Or just boring for the timeperiod?

What do you think? Rate the Dress on a Scale of 1 to 10

Felicity’s favourite things: naptime

Felicity has a few favourite things: bottle tops and tuna fish, wool blankets, and naptime.

Specifically, naps with me.  Mr Dreamy doesn’t nap often enough to make it worth her while to get excited about.

Felicity loooooooooooves napping with me.  If she thinks it is the right time of day, and there is a chance I might nap (something I do once or twice a week), she hopefully follows me into the bedroom every time I head that way.

I took a nap yesterday, and she definitely felt I was long overdue for one.

As I was unpinning my hair she twined around my ankles, mewing encouragingly.

As I moved to take all the pillows off the bed (yes, I’m a pillow pile-er) she stood on the edge of the bed in a pose that usually indicates that she is demanding pets.  Did she want a pet?  Nope!  As I reached out for her she moved out of reach just fast enough for me to end out spread over the bed.  Just where she wanted me!

When I finally climbed under the covers I wriggled around a bit to get comfortable. Suddenly Felicity pounced on me. Did she want to play?  Nope!  She was standing on me to get me to be still so she could curl up in the crook of my knees!

Sleepy kitty

Zzzzzzzzzz

Why I’ve been a bad blogger

I’m afraid I’ve been rather off my blogging form this week, and I do apologise.

Rather than my usual post-a-day at 5.30ish (no, I don’t actually get up then, I write them the night before and schedule the posts!), I’ve been lucky to get a post every other day, and often they don’t publish until 5.30 in the afternoon.

Anyway, over the last two weeks I have:

– Made two new corsets

– Finished the silver corset

– Made 3 pairs of bloomers and two chemises, complete with extravagant amounts of lace and pin-tucks.

– Submitted a project proposal to a museum

– Submitted a paper abstract to a symposium

– Worked on two wedding dress commissions

– Given a talk on 1940s and 50s novelty prints to a quilting group.

– Given two different talks on corsets to a burlesque expo (plus had all the planning and model fittings for 12 models for the talks).

Plus made an attempt at keeping the house tidy, spending time with Mr Dreamy, spending time with my sister, having a social life, and eating and sleeping.

So really, any blogging at all is a good thing as far as I am concerned at this point!

This is me with some of the corset models, literally falling over on my feet.