All posts tagged: 1899

Rate the Dress: Velvet & Fur in 1900

Despite a few readers loving last week’s avant garde green and gold Lanvin jumpsuit, most of you didn’t.  It rated a rather dismal 4.9 out of 10, with opinions ranging from Stella’s “Who knew!?!? Harem pants  can  look cool” to comparisons to a trashbag.  Ouch. This week’s rate the dress is brought to you courtesy of the exceptional weather we have been having in Wellington.  It’s been snowing.  Now, this wouldn’t be exciting if I lived in the South Island, but snow in Wellington happens once or twice a century.  And my suburb?  Never!  We live at sea level!  But we have been having hours long snow-storms, and the whole neighborhood has been outside with cameras.  It’s such big news it made the New York Times.  If that wasn’t a hyperlink it would be in bold, italics and underline, all at the same time.  The only one who doesn’t love the weather is Felicity.  Poor kitty is freaked out.  She doesn’t understand this white cold stuff that falls from the sky. Obviously, I need to …

The 20th Century Girl

Oh the 20th century girl! What a wonderful thing she will be! She’ll evolve from a mystical whirl A woman unfettered and free; No corset to crampen her waist, No crimps to encumber her brain: Unafraid, bifurcated, unlaced, Like a goddess of old she will reign! She’ll wear bloomers a matter of course; She will vote not a question, of doubt; She will ride like a man on a horse; At a club late at night she’ll stay out; If she chances to love she’ll propose; To blush will be quite out of date, She’ll talk politics with her beaux And out talk her masculine mate. She’ll be up in the science of things; She will smoke cigarettes; she will swear If the servant a dunning note brings, Or the steak isn’t done to her care. No longer she’ll powder her nose, Or cultivate even a curl, Nor bother with fashion or clothes, This 20th century girl. Her voice will be heard in the land; She’ll dabble in matters of State; In Council her word …