As I was sorting through my sumptuous 1930s stock, I noted the date and found myself pondering that I probably should have listed the lingerie in the shop* ready for Valentine's Day**. Instantaneously, I realised that this is exactly why I have always narrowed my eyes at Valentine's Day. Why, they nearly had me...
“In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Love that was once directly lived has become mere representation.” Guy Debord - Society of the Spectacle.
I have many balls being juggled lately that I try to fit in an around two young girls that seem never to be still or sated. I am slowly looking through a batch of vintage that needs to be posted up in my shop some of which is so amazing I will (again) need to be persuasive with myself in letting them go. More on that later.
Meanwhile, many sewing projects are stacking up.
The Edwardian tea dress arrived - such a beautiful, beautiful thing. It sits like a white ghost on my mannequin waiting for a couple of conservation repairs.
I am dating it between 1910 and 1913 which, for me, weighs it heavy with dramatic irony - the owner couldn't have known that her halcyon days were almost certainly about to end. I can't help but feel its delicate, summery optimism is infused with a little sadness...
Well. What it probably needs is a good, old wedding to go to.
So the 40s one is wedding cake fancy, whilst the Edwardian lawn dress is dipping its delicate toes into a wedding cliche. What's a girl to do? I seem to now own both (oops) so have some decisions to make.