a regency dinner party
My rush to get the pink dress made was for a regency dinner party being held by luv2costume last Saturday. We didn't get a full group photo, but here's about half of the dinner party.
the table was set formally ... as one would expect
and who doesn't love a superb dessert selection ... the entire menu was planned from period recipes and meal plans, although the table wasn't large enough to put the plates in teh proper layout. Hence some were on the sideboard. I'd made mini pies for the 2nd course and rosewater cakes for the 3rd course. The wine jelly was delicious, I had 2nds cos I made sure I didn't fill up on the earlier courses. The apple snow was tasty too. The kindest planning (and minor substitutions) meant that even with my food issues I could eat almost everything. Only the spiced roast beef was off limits.
It's likely to become an annual event, for which I'll make a set of giant dinner napkins.
Oh and we could pick a character for the evening so I chose to be Claire Clairmont ... Lord Byron's squeeze. Or rather she appears to have aggressively pursued him in true-twilight-love style. Hey, it's not love unless you're a stalker, right??? She had a daughter to him, and pressed custody on him with the rationale that the child would get a better life with him that her young single mother status. Anyways during the meal I was asked the name of 'my' daughter and I completely went blank & later suggested that's why Byron got custody cos I was so slack as to not remember my own child's name. The reality for Claire is much sadder. Lord B put Allegra into an convent school where she died at around 5 years of age. Claire blamed him big time for killing her child ... convent schools didn't have the best reputation and it was cholera or typhus type outbreak in the school that caused Allegra's death.
Oh and the pink dress is a scaled up version of the bibfront dress in Janet Arnold's book. I overthought it badly, plus should have made the shoulder strap widen towards the bust, as I had to pin my chemise to the bib to stop it from being centre stage.
50 shades of grey was mentioned to scoffing guffaws, and I managed to say "oh my" many times, but then again my character Claire was a free loving unconventional young woman (who kicked on to 80 years of age!)
the table was set formally ... as one would expect
and who doesn't love a superb dessert selection ... the entire menu was planned from period recipes and meal plans, although the table wasn't large enough to put the plates in teh proper layout. Hence some were on the sideboard. I'd made mini pies for the 2nd course and rosewater cakes for the 3rd course. The wine jelly was delicious, I had 2nds cos I made sure I didn't fill up on the earlier courses. The apple snow was tasty too. The kindest planning (and minor substitutions) meant that even with my food issues I could eat almost everything. Only the spiced roast beef was off limits.
It's likely to become an annual event, for which I'll make a set of giant dinner napkins.
Oh and we could pick a character for the evening so I chose to be Claire Clairmont ... Lord Byron's squeeze. Or rather she appears to have aggressively pursued him in true-twilight-love style. Hey, it's not love unless you're a stalker, right??? She had a daughter to him, and pressed custody on him with the rationale that the child would get a better life with him that her young single mother status. Anyways during the meal I was asked the name of 'my' daughter and I completely went blank & later suggested that's why Byron got custody cos I was so slack as to not remember my own child's name. The reality for Claire is much sadder. Lord B put Allegra into an convent school where she died at around 5 years of age. Claire blamed him big time for killing her child ... convent schools didn't have the best reputation and it was cholera or typhus type outbreak in the school that caused Allegra's death.
Oh and the pink dress is a scaled up version of the bibfront dress in Janet Arnold's book. I overthought it badly, plus should have made the shoulder strap widen towards the bust, as I had to pin my chemise to the bib to stop it from being centre stage.
50 shades of grey was mentioned to scoffing guffaws, and I managed to say "oh my" many times, but then again my character Claire was a free loving unconventional young woman (who kicked on to 80 years of age!)