Caroline’s bad morning is made worse by Bingley’s errand to London. Part 3 Nov 27, 1811 The final set of the evening spent dancing with Mr. Westmorland had been especially pleasing. For a few minutes, whirling to the music with him, all thoughts of disappointments and vexations left her mind allowing her to focus on the very pleasing diversion of a fleet-footed partner with excellent taste and informed opinions. How pleasant it would have been … Continue reading →
Most are not born with good taste, they must learn it from someone like A Lady of Distinction. If you missed the first part of this series, you can find links at the bottom of this post. Given the very negative impact dressing improperly could have on a young lady in society, one could hardly blame said young ladies and their mothers for seeking advice from those who might know better than themselves. Enter ‘A … Continue reading →
Undress, Half Dress or Full Dress. What’s the difference and why did it matter? This month the focus is all about the Netherfield Ball. And what are a young lady’s first thoughts about when invited to a ball? What to wear of course! Not surprisingly, the sort of ball being held would determine appropriate dress for the evening. An event like the Meryton Assembly, a public ball, might only call for ‘half dress’, nice by … Continue reading →
Miss Bingley finds an interesting dance partner at the ball. Part 2 November 26, 1811 Caroline took a deep breath and released it to a count of twenty and repeated the process just as her mother had taught her. A lady never allowed her guests to suspect her nerves … and most certainly not on a night like tonight. A night that could change everything—for better or not. Such nights did not come along often. … Continue reading →
Taking a little time for gratitude. Looking for the blessings, even in yard work. I confess, while I enjoy being outside and need regular doses of sunlight like a little plant, I am not much of a gardener. I might dabble a bit here and there, but heavy duty yard and garden work, well, let’s just say that it isn’t my happy place. And yet it must be done. Weeds grow, leaves fall, plants grow … Continue reading →