Dear me, I am utterly rubbish at maintaining blogs. My apologies.
I do have an excuse as I have been having difficulties with my glasses, but I am nearly sorted with them now. But it does make you think about how difficult my life would now be if I were back in Regency times. I now have pretty complex glasses, not only am I short sighted, but I also have a strong astigmatism (so the glass lenses need to change an object so a circle comes out as a specific shape of ellipse) and now have a pretty strong prism that needs to be ground in to my lens while keeping that astigmatism and short sighted correction. That can’t be easy. Without them, well I can see a blurry double of the world.
And my modern glasses also have lots of lovely other benefits than comparing to the ones above. Mine have nice squashy nose pieces for a start, flexi hinges at the sides so they don’t loose their shape and mine even change colour with light so I have nice sun glasses for outside. Smart.
Yup. I think I’m pretty happy I was born when I was. 🙂
Here’s a snippet from Lord Carrington for all those Edward fans. 🙂 and you can purchase a copy here.
I’m thinking of making myself a new coat at the minute, spurred on by the coats I’ve been making for my children, and I’ve been searching patterns for a smart coat with a hood. And I’m coming up empty. There are plenty of parka style coats with hoods or lots of smart coats without but it seems you aren’t supposed to keep your head warm if you want to look neat.
Nonsense I say. Just look at the carriage coat pictured above. You don’t get much smarter. Beautiful edging, quilted satin lining to keep it snuggly and make a nice drop back for the lucky wearer’s face. I even like the colour. Don’t suppose it is available though.
Here’s a snippet for anyone wanting a Betty fix… or you can download the first three chapters here. 🙂
Regency breeches. Oh I say.
I can’t help thinking these look a bit drafty, but for ease of access I’m going to give them a big thumbs up. lol.
I love how imperfect clothes used to be. These look like an expensive pair of breeches based on the material colour (that’s not a colour to hide dirt!), wealth of details, pockets and buttons but just look at the placement of the fly buttons, far from straight. And I rather like that. Today we demand perfection for clothes that cost virtually nothing in comparison. We want straight seams, stripes matches, buttons perfectly placed and ideally it will wash and iron itself. This pair of trousers doesn’t care about any of that. I hope it had an equally carefree owner!
For those of you anxious for a Betty and Edward fix, I aim to oblige. Remember you can download the first three chapters for FREE at Amazon so off you trot. 🙂
So I’ve been trying to decide where I want to see this blog going, and I don’t want it to be one of those writers blogs who only talk about writing, or have their blogs peppered with a billion interviews. That’s just not my thing.
I’d love to pick a topic and discuss it in amazing detail and research the nuts off it. But let’s face it. I have 4 children under 6 with only four years between them. Nothing gets the nuts researched off it in this house. Ask my husband. <dirty snigger>
So I’m going to go back down the road of sharing a lovely picture I’ve found, generally vintage clothes related and let you all drool. Oh and I’m put a snippet of writing up, just in case you are interested. Please feel free to ignore it….
So here we have a lovely Spencer Jacket, 1820s era. Go ahead, it’s ok to drool. Look at that double sleeve. Imagine how annoying it must have been to have been a dressmaker in this era, no sewing machine, probably pretty rubbish lighting most of the time, and not only have you go to set one sleeve in by hand, you’ve got to get a big gathered one in there as well! Sheesh. But oh doesn’t it look nice. It gives you all that lovely height and puffiness, but the slimmer sleeve underneath just shows that you do have a lovely shape beneath as well. Then we have a gorgeous little scalloped collar (which I tried doing last year on a collar for my little boy and it isn’t as easy as it looks and I have a machine to do it!) I also love the placing of the sleeve… it is so low, a good inch or two past the actual shoulder. I’m not quite sure why they are placed so low. I probably should do some researching, but all I can think is that it would make it quite difficult to lift your arms as the actual armhole looks pretty tight. Perhaps that is the point. Ladies wearing these jackets are so rich they don’t NEED to be able to move their arms. They have someone to do that kind of thing for them. 🙂
Right, milk and nappies call so better go. I’ll leave you with a little snippet from Lady Betty. Here’s the link to buy the book if the urge takes you.
Whoop whoop! Sunday saw the release of my debut novel, Lady Betty and the Bonnet from Hell. To say I’m pleased would be rather a big understatement. 🙂
I’ve rather neglected this blog since the birth of the twins, but I shall endeavour to post more frequently from now on.
Lady Betty and the Bonnet from Hell is available to buy from Amazon kindle here.
My rather lovely front cover. 🙂
And I’ll leave you with the blurb…
If Lady Betty had been freckle free, Lord Edward Carrington wouldn’t be in a carriage with her, border bound, hoping to flirt his way out of the parson’s trap.
Edward needs a bride or he’ll be disinherited. Responsible for an estate, he needs to fall on his sword and marry but his shadowed bloodline doesn’t bode well. Looking after people is his job. He’s good at it. He’s not so good at asking for help; especially if it means letting his future wife watch him die.
Losing a loved one breaks people; Betty’s seen it happen. Marrying will let her escape the mausoleum her father has turned their home into, but she needs a husband she won’t mind losing. With only one man to choose from, Edward seems perfect until she realises she’s found her first true friend. A friend capable of making her toes curl.
Bonnet eating sheep, mid-road waltzes and duels at dawn; a fifty-fifty chance of losing each other in the future is nothing compared to what tomorrow holds.