All posts tagged: 1910s

Making the best of your hair in 1911

Some suggestions of hairstyles to suit your face from the Girls Own Paper, Christmas 1911: For long faces: And a side view of that style: For older women and round faces: And the back view: My favourite.  I do love a side part: I think this is just so sweet: A hairstyle for dressy occasions: For young faces, or narrow faces: And the back view: Aren’t they fabulous?  I particularly love the little glimpses of collars and necklines.

Rate the Dress: Golf wear for 1917

Last week’s extremely red Elise dress was very popular with most of you, coming in at 8.3 out of 10. I can’t say I thought it deserved that rating: to me it looked like Elise asked her clients to each list the things they wanted in a dress and when it came time to make one client’s dress she realised she didn’t know whose list belonged to whom, so Elise used them all to create the dress.  So some of the ideas were brilliant (that train!), and some were naff (the weird scrunching), but they certainly shouldn’t have all been on one dress!  But that was just my opinion, and the fun of Rate the Dress is in the range of tastes! I’ve had a request to do more sportswear for ‘Rate the Dress.’  That fits in perfectly with the NZ Summer theme that I wanted to go for, so here is my first offering, a golfing outfit from 1917 Alas, it is in black and white, and all we know is that the hat …

Friday Reads: Molly Make-Believe by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

I first encountered Molly Make-Believe in the December 1911 issue of the Girl’s Own Paper. I started reading it, and was utterly enchanted: the writing wasn’t genius, but the whole effect was so charming, and frivolous, and very, very period. I devoured the exposition with much mirth.  I chuckled at the introductory sentence, which rivaled the infamous “it was a dark and stormy night” (I have always dreamed of eating a vapid grapefruit, haven’t you?). I met Carl Stanton, our atypically bedridden hero, suffering from a most unromantic case of rheumatism described with writing that suffered from a most amusing case of over-use of adjectives, some most alarmingly mis-applied. I met Carl’s not-quite-fiance Cornelia: the epitome of 1910s beauty, “big and bland and blond and beautiful”,  off to warmer climes, because every girl like Cornelia must go off to warmer climes for winter, sick fiance or no. I followed along as Carl encountered ‘The Serial Letter Co’, which made me gasp in delight.  Talk about the best pen-pal ever.  I want to subscribe to all …