Have you ever envied a Recency woman? Prancing about her green English estate, clad as a Roman goddess, jiggling tummy hidden beneath layers of shear muslin, she lived for romance to make life complete. Lydia, youngest and silliest of the Bennet sisters, gushed my favorite lines in the 1995 adaptation of Jane Austen’s book, PrideContinue reading “Regency Garments: Deception of Appearance, Reality of Constraint”
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Catherine Grove 