Same with Beatrice. She and her mother live in the northern lumber camps in Michigan and they are down to their last bowl of porridge. Beatrice's mother tells her there are only two ways to make a living there, lumbering or outsmarting the giant that lives over the hills and unfortunately Beatrice was too small for either. Beatrice asks her mother if the Giant is smart. "You don't have to be smart if you are rich," her mother tells her. Ha! Beatrice uses her wits and outsmarts the giant with great skill. Just a clever little girl.
"If, of thy mortal goods, thou art bereft, And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left, Sell one & from the dole, Buy Hyacinths to feed the soul" Muslihuddin Sadi
After I left school I stopped for a program my daughter was hosting at the Lowell Historical Museum. We were treated to an understanding of women's clothing in Victorian times. The speaker arrived in her nightgown and proceeded, after a lively presentation of exactly what it took for women to be fashionable from Civil War to the 1890s, to get dressed. You can see on the table behind her she brought many examples. It was a fascinating and very interesting afternoon.
First thing after taking off your gown you begin with the underwear. A word that was never, ever uttered.
The undies were open in the crotch. There was no "seat" because once you got all those hoops, petticoats and skirts on you could no way maneuver them up over your hips to sit and relieve yourself. So, the crotch area was open for the breeze.
then the shoes
the corset with metal stays that absorbed your sweat and stayed wet and rusted
unlike on television, you could pull the laces on your own corset
camisole to hide the corset
I had to leave and get back home so I didn't see the hat and reticule. This outfit was one of many for the day. Morning dress, going out for a walk dress (this one), accepting callers dress, dinner and/or evening dress. Women were tortured. Can you imagine this in your heat, Australia friends? We need to all thank Amelia Bloomer, the woman who was brave enough to wear a split skirt, gathered at the ankles and calf length.
Please, please, please, someone who uses blogger tell me how to do the picture on the title so it goes all across the page?