Be grateful for your not born in the ancient centuries. How thankful am I for my boy shorts and my baggy tee, I could slip on my loafers and practically nail it for almost all of my daily chores. Classic and comfort has been our deadly combo ever since. Would any of us bargain on our comfort over elegance? Never will I? But all the matrons of the Victorian era would confine their lives in jeopardy for an hourglass figure. There were authentic records of death cause of wearing corset. What was this, something to do with plague in fashion paper trail. Now, let’s put ourselves in the shoes of those pathetic women to catch the drift of her morning routine.
Sequence of wearing them :
Back in the 18th century, the everyday wear was like wheels within wheels that it was an arduous process to get into your favourite dress without someone assistance, provided you had enough penny for maids. After the morning tea and gazing the chirping birds, she would wear a basic shift and wait for her maids to summon her beautiful pressed dress on her weighed shoulders.
Stockings were adopted my both male and women in this era. But, the lords would flaunt theirs with bright dyes while their mistress kept it covered. The elastic stockings were reserved to be worn by the upscale while others went for cottons. Hail to the spun of ribbons fastened above the knee or “thigh high” as we pronounce it today. They nursed the stockings when our ladies walked the day.
The “stays’ as she called ‘em and now our “waist trainers” in the house, since we are paparazzi of The Kardashians. Initially the corsets were one boned structure with a high torso to accommodate all the layers of fine clothing with evolution came the ones with less boning channels with fancy front or back lace details. To save the days for the ladies arrived the stays with a short length but with separate bust cups to add more to the forward silhouette. Just can’t be convinced with the taboo of her pain wearing these “death eaters”.
The merry of finding a penny or two from our pockets while we least expect to be, this alms-giving from us to us unknowingly. Even the ladies back those century deserved this. Thus they would tie these surprise penny purses around their waist . The cloth that layered these treasures would come with the opening in the right corners to seamlessly slide through.
Bum Rolls :
These tot up a “oomph factor “ to the outfit. Gramercy, the farthingale(a hooped padded petticoat worn around the waist) was replaced by these miniatures. These tightly stuffed sausage shaped pillows were stationed right above the hips and secured firm. If not for the bum rolls the yards of any expensive fabric would have never had the exclamation of fullness.
These flared fabric falls right over the bum rolls. A closet without these carefully pleated and perfectly pressed clothes would not be found, more like our so called basics ‘denims’ in recent times. Although these petticoats went unappreciated under the fine fabric, still giving the bounce needed along with the edgy put together look.
These fabric jewels, swayed the neckline back then. Don’t we slay that bomber jacket topical, these were just their replacements. Matrons wore one of these, trust me they made a statement. Your cachet would determine the scarfs fabric, the highfunda had the prominence for a silk and the poor maiden with cotton. Maybe the material never came at a bargain, but vogue does. The scarfs could either play a swing or lay tucked in the waistline.
Ladies don’t we flaunt ourselves with statement pearls in our lavalliere. Withal, matrons back those days took the statement vogue to a whole benchmark above with stomachers. We witnessed the “embellishment regime” but the stomachers were the ones to penetrate centuries. The scarfs were layered with these V-shaped rigid panels that went tall down the torso. For the contemporary ladies of today, these stomachers are a complete warning flag, cause don’t we have those hunchback sacked. Mostly these stomachers blend seamlessly with the gown, but “pick and match” were also in the house of contrast. Variant colours where silked in the stomachers and yes, with the overpriced tag of jewellery.
In the shoes of fashion victims, I just feel melted along the way. But thankfully, she is got just add-on of yet another layer to go. The gown kisses lullaby to all its underlying folds and hold stiff with pins clasping the stomachers. They harboured laces, ruffles, bows, cuffs and often completed with mitts of the same colour. Forming an aggregate the gowns were at eyes while the beneath doodads were working their elegance.
Now cook up wearing these spun of fabric to your workstation on a golden summer light. I could sense array of clouds in my eyes. For obvious reasons, the 18th century matrons justify for a huge esteem. Ladies better start composing kudos to your crop tops and boyfriend jeans.