Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Dress from 18th Century to the 1960s



I love costume museums, from the Victoria and Albert in London to, for example, Bath in the west of  England. Many of these museums have costumes through the ages from around the 18th century to modern day.

Some museums are lucky enough to have a mantua. One of those fantastic huge dresses with a skirt that sticks out on either side and looks as wide as it is long. Whenever I see something like that I think that you could take afternoon tea with your cup and saucer balanced on one side and plate of sandwiches on the other!

Following the demise of Oliver Cromwell and his Puritans and the arrival of Charles II Court Dress became more elaborate, which brings us to the mantuas. They were made of rich fabrics and were often highly embroidered.

As the sewing machine hadn’t yet been invented it is hardly surprising that seamstresses went blind at a young age. Imagine all that fine stitching, much of it done by candlelight throughout the night because “My lady” wanted her new mantua as soon as possible.

I am sure no portraitist had to work so hard under such conditions to produce his work of art because that is what these vast gowns are.

Fortunately the everyday dress of “ladies” was less elaborate and didn’t require hoops.



It was the Napoleonic Wars that were the chief factor in reducing the size of Court gowns. Obviously in France the gentry were more concerned with their own survival. In Britain high society was still obsessed with fashion and by the lack of materials such as silks and laces from the Continent. Unless they were fortunate enough to know any smugglers, of course.

Which brings us to Regency garments. The most popular line became known as the Empire. High waists, low necks, short sleeves and slim line skirt to the ankles. Often trimmed with ribbons or small imitation flowers. Many of the evening gowns were of fine cotton muslin which daring young ladies would dampen to make it cling to their bodies.

Day dresses would be of wool or cotton (depending on the season of course). The cottons often with a print of flowers or in plaid.

With the end of the Wars and the return of silks and laces ladies again demanded elaborate dresses and hoops. Not as exaggerated as in the 18th century – just a simple crinoline.

By this time, rather than competing with the ladies, Gentlemen’s clothing was far more sober. Dark colours, with trousers, long jackets and top hats being the day time dress. For evening wear a tail coat and fancy waistcoat were obligatory.

As the 19th century progressed the fullness of ladies skirts shifted to the rear in the form of a bustle. This style remained popular into the Edwardian era when bosoms came back into fashion and the front of the skirt was almost straight.

The 20th century was the first one when the styles of clothes changed rapidly over the years. There were several reasons for this – the invention of the sewing machine, wars and, of course, female emancipation.

Probably the silliest early 20th century lady’s dress was the “hobble-skirt”. The long skirt being so tight that the ladies gait became a hobble. Unlike the more elegant gliding steps used previously which made the ladies look as if they were on wheels.

With the outbreak of World War I women began to replace men in certain jobs and found that their skirts were too much to cope with. Together with the lack of money and materials skirts gradually became shorter.

I think we all know the popular 1920s flapper style – highly disapproved of by the older generation. Ironically it was the Flapper Generation which disapproved of Mary Quant’s mini-skirts!

As they say, what goes around comes around.


Thursday, 1 May 2014

Taking Care of Older People

As we all know, with so many people leading busy lives it can be easy to forget that neighbour or elderly relative, especially if they are housebound.

Many of us are still able to get out to the shops so we do see people and have a chat - even if it is only with a shop assistant.  Amazingly I have lived in my current flat for four years yet only know two people to chat with.  Of course some neighbours are out at work.  Fortunately I am on the internet and can keep in touch with friends and relatives.  What I do find annoying is that the only time some of them telephone me it is to give me bad news!  For those who can remember that far back, it is a little like dreading the appearance of a telegram.

Sometimes I will phone a friend for a chat and at the end of the conversation their response is either, 'Lovely to chat for a change,' or 'Don't leave it so long next time.'  As if I'm the only one who can make phone calls!  Some elderly people cannot afford to make calls.

Incidentally, when you ask an elderly person how they are and they say 'Fine', don't take that as gospel.  They are either simply being polite or don't want to be a bother to you, assuming that if they tell you about their aches and pains you will think they are hinting to you that they need help.

If you know of an elderly person living near you take a couple of minutes to check that they are alright.  When going to the shops find out if they need anything.

And, although you may give them your phone number and tell them to call you, they probably won't.  Why not?  Because they don't want to be a bother.

If you have elderly friends or relations how about taking them out occasionally?  Even if it is just for a short drive and maybe a stop for a cuppa.  That is something that housebound people really appreciate.

If you or your children have a 'project' that involves the past the best people to talk to are the elderly.  We have long memories!  You might be surprised to discover the history of some of your neighbours.


To learn about other ways to help the elderly go to www.ageuk.org.uk

Friday, 28 March 2014

MODEL MURDER

Pleased to report that 'Model Murder' my latest book is now available on Amazon, Kobo, I-Pad, Sony and other e-readers via Smashwords.com.

This is a second book in the South Downs Mysteries series, the first being 'Antiques in the Attic' which proved to be very popular with several people telling me that it was my best yet.  I hope that Model Murder proves to be even more popular.

Anyone can read the beginning of the book - for free - by going to the Amazon or Smashwords copies.

I do hope you enjoy it and, of course, that you will buy my books!

Thursday, 6 February 2014

Almunecar on Spain's Costa Tropical

When writer Laurie Lee first saw Almunecar in 1936 it was a small village.  To quote 'a tumbling little village'.  Because it was on the hillside below the Castillo de San Miguel.
In the 1950s when Laurie Lee returned, the village was still coming to terms with the outcome of the Spanish Civil War.  His book 'A Rose for Winter' is based on that.  And there is a rather plain memorial to this British writer
These days there are now hotels and a nice flat promenade for strolling along.  And, of course, shops to browse.
Incidentally, when in the town do wear comfortable shoes as there are a lot of very steep hills here, especially if you go up to the Castle and meander around the old town.  There are plenty of cafes in which to sit and recover but I enjoyed relaxing in the gardens overlooking Playa Puerta del Mar. Good seats and it is reasonable quiet.
The Laurie Lee Memorial
In these gardens, below the Castillo, is the metallic Monument to the Phoenicians near to which is Laurie Lee's Memorial.
Another quiet place where you can sit and relax is the Parque el Majuelo with trees from around the world.  And you can see another part of the area's history - the Roman Fish Salting 'factory'.


If you fancy a trip to Malaga, buses leave from the bus station towards the back of the town.  As there are two companies operating it is not advisable to buy return tickets.  If you do buy them there is a danger that you may get on the rival company's bus for the return journey and have to pay again.  They don't have a reciprocal arrangement!


Saturday, 1 February 2014

Train Travel Woes

Although I appreciate the bad weather MAY have had something to do with my recent travel troubles, Southern left me and other travellers feeling abandoned.

On the day I was sailing out P&O had given me a check-in time of 14.45-15.45.  The best train for me to catch was the 13.06 which was scheduled to arrive in Southampton at 14.15.  Plenty of time one would think.

The train arrived 4 minutes late and by the time it reached Chichester it was 11 minutes late.  And it went downhill from there.  At 14.15 we were stuck in the middle of nowhere and eventually the train was sent to Eastleigh.  Not a taxi in sight so I and another lady who was also destined for the ship had to wait with everyone else for a train to Southampton.  Talk about nail biting.  That train arrived at 15.00 and we reached check-in at 13.30.  Probably the last passengers to board.

And did things improve for my homeward journey?  Nope.  First of all I asked the taxi driver to take me to the Platform 4 entrance of Southampton Central and he took me around the houses to Platform 1 - presumably so that he could earn another £1?  Grrrr.

THEN I found that the 9.33 Brighton train had been cancelled.  Had to wait another hour.  The 'ticket collector' (don't know what the gatekeepers are called these days) did suggest I take a train to Haywards Heath, another to Brighton and then a train from Brighton.  Two things against that:

1.  I had a large suitcase, a garment bag (large) and hand baggage and there isn't a lift at Haywards Heath Station.

2.  If I had gone to Haywards Heath I could have caught the Littlehampton train which would have been quicker and lot less hassle.

Had I taken either of these options it could have taken longer than the 1 hour wait + the journey.

Are Southern's staff actually trained?

Think I'm going to have to write to Southern to complain don't you?

Saturday, 28 December 2013

Plastic Bags for Profit


There's nothing like jumping on a bandwagon to increase your profits, is there?  For all the Government's wittering on about the ecology being the reason to have shops charge for the plastic bags, it isn't going to cut down on the use of plastic bags.
Those of us who are into recycling and our own personal economy have been using the free supermarket plastic bags for years as bin liners. 
I suspect that the only reason for charging for the bags is because the manufacturers of plastic bags aren't selling as many bin liners as they used to - before most of us became more economically  minded!
I have a few ideas of how to cut down on buying bin liners or paying for the shopping bags:
1.   How about those small clear plastic bags for fruit and veggies?
2.   Use empty cereal packets in which to put rubbish before putting it into the dustbin.
3.   Wash out soup tins etc and us them for recycling.
I'm sure you can think of other items that can be used instead of bin liners and expensive plastic shopping bags.  Do remember to DRY OFF wet things before putting them into cardboard cartons!
If the plastic bag manufacturers were really concerned about the ecology rather than their profits they would make all plastic bags biodegradable.

Saturday, 9 November 2013

In Memory of Wartime Fathers


William Bothwell (RAF) off duty in Italy
On Monday the Eleventh day of the Eleventh Month at Eleven Hundred Hours I will, like thousands of others, congregate at the local War Memorial to remember those who lost their lives in War.  As well as those whose lives changed due to their injuries.

But during that minute’s silence I will also remember my darling father.  He wasn’t killed or injured but he (like other fathers) did miss my early years – those important bonding years.

My memories of the war include seeing him occasionally when he was home on leave, especially one day standing in the garden with him watching a Dog Fight in the sky above.  I wasn’t scared – he was my Daddy and he was invincible.  Then he was sent to Italy.  By the time he was demobbed I was nearly seven years old.  Yes, I was excited that he was coming home but, as he was a comparative stranger I was shy with him.

It wasn’t until the 1960s when my marriage broke up that the glass wall finally broke.

Dad was terrific with children, including me – except on the occasions when we were alone together.  Then we barely spoke as we didn’t know what to say.  He was an artist and I so longed to emulate him.  Nope, I can’t paint for toffee.  My sister can but doesn’t very often do so – no self discipline!

My sister?  She was the post war baby – my real live baby doll.  I remember during the early 1950s that on Saturday mornings Mum often wanted to go to the shops and always took me with her.  My sister had to stay at home with Dad.  Ironically she wanted to go to the shops and I wanted to stay home with Dad.

I often wonder whether my dislike of shopping and my sister being a bit of a shopaholic has anything to do with that!

I’m sure that those of us who lived through the war years look back and regret not having had the opportunity to bond with our fathers.

Here’s looking at ya, Dad!