Today April 23 2014 is World Book Day
"Here's a lovely old advisory
from William Matthews Bookseller, explaining how to open a book for the
first time, which was a major operation in the age of hand-sewn
hardcover bindings."
courtesy: Dangerous Minds and Boing Boing
Undressing a Georgian / Victorian lady too perhaps needed instructions like the above.
In the passage below, just ignore the passions and focus on the skills:
"...“Let’s go to bed, Tillie.”
Eyes closed, she nodded.
He removed the pins from her hair, placing them on the mantel, then took her tresses into two fists and buried his face in it, inhaling deeply.
Her knees weakened, but she remained still, allowing him all the time he wanted.
Finally, he brushed it behind her back, then dipped down to find her collar fastenings. She reached up to detach it, but he pushed her hands away.
“Tonight,” he said, “I will be your lady’s maid, and I will do for you what you have done countless times for others.” His eyes slid to half-mast. “But this will be much, much more enjoyable.”
Flushing, she stood motionless as he tenderly removed collar and cuffs, setting them next to her pins on the mantel. Kneeling before her, he untied her boots, then slipped them off.
Still on one knee, he twisted to hold his hands to the fire before slipping them blindly beneath her skirts. She jumped, bracing her fingertips against his shoulders as he whisked her garters off and rolled down her stockings.
The plank floor was cold and rough beneath her feet, giving her blessed relief from the flush overtaking her body.
Bodice, overskirt, skirt lining, skirt, petticoat, corset cover, corset, and chemise. With the removal of each layer, he whispered words of praise and awe, paid homage in the age-old way of man, and then carefully attended to the piece of clothing in his hands, shaking it out before hooking it on a peg. Finally, his breathing deep, his eyes fierce, he lifted the bed linen.
She slid beneath the covers, heart full, every nerve quivering. He made quick work of his own clothing, suspenders swinging, articles flying..."
(from 'Maid to Match' by Deeanne Gist, 2010)
"... Isobel Carr,
a historical re-enactor who writes Georgian romance novels, has
given a dozen demonstrations for romance writers in the past six years.
Her "underwear through the ages" seminar covers the Tudor, Georgian,
Regency and Victorian eras.
Typically,
she comes fully dressed, then disrobes down to her undergarments. Ms.
Carr says she tries to amend common misconceptions while performing her
striptease—including the anachronistic use of silk underwear. All
delicates were "plain white linen," she says.
Corsets
are another common stumbling block. "I try to show that corsets are
back-lacing, and they have to be completely unlaced to take them off,"
she says. "I've seen scenes in books where they've been yanked off
overhead, and you can't do that."
Novelist
Delilah Marvelle
took Ms. Carr's seminar twice, at romance conventions in 2006 and
2008, because she was struggling to describe unmentionables, as
19th-century women called their underthings. The workshop helped her
craft the following passage in her 2008 novel "Mistress of Pleasure."
"Maybelle
undid the lacing that held her petticoats in place and let them drop
from around her waist down to her slippered feet, leaving her only in
her chemise, corset and stockings. She could feel him tugging and
pulling as he worked to undo the long set of laces on her corset."..."
Artist: Thomas Rowlandson (1756 - 1827), 1791
"...If the British Library’s exhibition gives the
reality of the age, it is Rowlandson’s work that transmits its essential
flavours, the tang and boisterousness of the times and their irreverence...
...Rowlandson was highly political, although far from
partisan. In 1784, he produced prints both for and against Charles James Fox
(with his portly figure and bushy eyebrows, a cartoonist’s dream) and during
George III’s first illness, he was paid to make prints supporting the prince of
Wales’s bid for the regency while later drawing various loyalist subjects.
Royalty and politicians were merely at the sharp end of a
society that fascinated him. Partly because of his spendthrift nature and
unsuccessful gambling forays, he was forced to churn out great numbers of
works: the mores of the age were a rich source. The preposterousness of old men
wooing young women, the pretensions of the military, the nonsense of fashion,
the scrum of the theatre: it all attracted his eye. What his humour tends to
hide, however, is the skill of his draughtsmanship and that when he allowed
himself to be gentle – while painting a riverside scene at Ferrybridge in
Yorkshire, for example – he was capable of great beauty.
If the British Library show were reduced to just one object
to represent the Georgian century, Rowlandson himself would be the ideal
exhibit..."
(Michael Prodger, New Statesman, December 12 2013)
Just for a moment imagine if Maharashtra / India had her own Rowlandson...our history of late 18th century, early 19th century would have become so more interesting...in Maharashtra, he would have loved to caricature Bajirao II and his amorous pursuits...
Artist: John O'brien, The New Yorker, December 15 1997
