tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50350980937060284132024-02-21T22:10:10.935-08:00The Way We Lived ThenRamblings about the past, how we think about it, and the way it overshadows the present.Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-14183665380572845662022-11-09T07:33:00.000-08:002022-11-09T07:33:46.342-08:00Mrs Beeton's Nourishing Soup for the Poor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSlCPyNY5sQNrdNGstwXrI4pofnJve7sT31FW_cxSqWMb32D_ZHO1jAmoRIlCyTlQDymbESecKGV7RrnRqdGbkktswS6t4Mi3AMss8f4gpXWH-mi8Mtj6kYKuErg544Ru4afQCbVkmqFhdiLNUTXD78P9_xjQRaVdtvAc7zeuWvG17mx9hw2arTQcK/s850/Isabella_Beeton_by_Maull__Polyblank.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSlCPyNY5sQNrdNGstwXrI4pofnJve7sT31FW_cxSqWMb32D_ZHO1jAmoRIlCyTlQDymbESecKGV7RrnRqdGbkktswS6t4Mi3AMss8f4gpXWH-mi8Mtj6kYKuErg544Ru4afQCbVkmqFhdiLNUTXD78P9_xjQRaVdtvAc7zeuWvG17mx9hw2arTQcK/s320/Isabella_Beeton_by_Maull__Polyblank.webp" width="241" /></a></div><p><br />Mrs Beeton (of <i><b>Household Management</b></i> fame) used to make soup for the poor in her copper (an early washing machine with a fire in the base). It held several gallons, into which she poured half a pound of sugar, half a pound of salt, and stale bread. The rest consisted of bones and meat scraps, rice, and root and green vegetables. If the soup was destined for the middle-class dinner table, she pushed it through a sieve.</p><p><b>USEFUL SOUP FOR BENEVOLENT PURPOSES</b></p><p>INGREDIENTS</p><p><i>An ox-cheek, any pieces of trimmings of beef, which may be bought very cheaply (say 4 lbs.), a few bones, any pot-liquor the larder may furnish, 1/4 peck of onions, 6 leeks, a large bunch of herbs, 1/2 lb. of celery (the outside pieces, or green tops, do very well); 1/2 lb. of carrots, 1/2 lb. of turnips, 1/2 lb. of coarse brown sugar, 1/2 a pint of beer, 4 lbs. of common rice, or pearl barley; 1/2 lb. of salt, 1 oz. of black pepper, a few raspings, 10 gallons of water.</i></p><p><i>Mode: Cut up the meat in small pieces, break the bones, put them in a copper, with the 10 gallons of water, and stew for 1/2 an hour. Cut up the vegetables, put them in with the sugar and beer, and boil for 4 hours. Two hours before the soup is wanted, add the rice and raspings, and keep stirring till it is well mixed in the soup, which simmer gently. If the liquor reduces too much, fill up with water.</i></p><p><i>Time: 6-1/2 hours. Average cost, 1-1/2d per quart. </i>(That's a penny-halfpenny.)</p><p><i>Note: The above recipe was used in the winter of 1858 by the Editress, who made, each week, in her copper, 8 or 9 gallons of this soup, for distribution amongst about a dozen families of the village near which she lives. The cost, as will be seen, was not great; but she has reason to believe that the soup was very much liked, and gave to the members of those families, a dish of warm, comforting food, in place of the cold meat and piece of bread which form, with too many cottagers, their usual meal, when, with a little more knowledge of the "cooking" art, they might have, for less expense, a warm dish, every day.</i>(The “raspings” were browned breadcrumbs. And she really does say “half a pound of salt”.)</p><p><br /></p>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-42044698381815452822022-05-02T06:07:00.002-07:002022-11-09T07:42:31.455-08:00Fashions in Colours<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7M4FNtrRP5TFAjG8Ib6uSLhg8qI9OCKyx2Ni1FKqRrGk9uXWSfT0U0FwFzVuc3r9ULHgKXGoHLqIVBF0eNtmRmTxYP51WKbVhHWPGIALZJ18SSz2QPR2pJ8_39L5-mgv_49IHpmCyfOAH-5G19EhHxlvepaZ0E9dlET9cbgz8OoiwgA5M3d6ewM9o/s490/1daa9f5676094ac10b41c512ce8af198.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7M4FNtrRP5TFAjG8Ib6uSLhg8qI9OCKyx2Ni1FKqRrGk9uXWSfT0U0FwFzVuc3r9ULHgKXGoHLqIVBF0eNtmRmTxYP51WKbVhHWPGIALZJ18SSz2QPR2pJ8_39L5-mgv_49IHpmCyfOAH-5G19EhHxlvepaZ0E9dlET9cbgz8OoiwgA5M3d6ewM9o/s320/1daa9f5676094ac10b41c512ce8af198.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><br /><p>In the 19th century, window frames and glazing bars could be dark green, brown or black. White came in after 1900.<br /><br />Artificial "aniline" dyes arrived mid-century, enabling vivid greens and purples. Notoriously, the popular green was created with arsenic that poisoned milliners, seamstresses and feather dressers.<br /><br />Orange dye was invented in the late 19th century but was not used much until the 1920s when it was all over the place.<br /><br />For their shawls, sober Victorians liked blue with grey; “turkey red” with grey, brown and beige; turkey red and brown; brown and lemon. Shades of the same colour (brown, blue) were used in the same dress.</p>The artistic late Victorians liked combinations of colours found in nature, in flowers, fish-skin and the wings of butterflies (sulphur yellow, salmon pink, olive green, duck-egg blue). Perhaps their eyes needed a rest after all that scarlet, lime and purple. Maize was popular for silk dresses.<br /><br /><p><b>1900s to 1950s</b> Dark green paint was used for doors, gates, gateposts of factories and institutions. Corridors in institutions were painted the same dark green to shoulder height, light green above. Dark brown and beige could also be found. The darker colour was gloss – easily washed and didn’t mark. Science overalls came in the same dark green. Domestic science overalls were royal blue. Were art overalls brown? </p><p><b>1900 to 1970s</b> School uniforms came in combinations of brown, forest green, maroon (burgundy), grey, black, navy, royal blue or, daringly, dark purple.</p><p><b>1920s</b> James Laver (<i><b><a href="https://amzn.to/3F9N9UZ" target="_blank">Taste and Fashion</a></b></i>) says that after WWI clothes were khaki and cream, and people joked that the dye was war surplus. Then women broke out into orange, black, orange and black, ochre and black, jade and orange.</p><p><b>1930s</b> eau de Nil (pale mint green)</p><p><b>1940s</b> maize, airforce blue, khaki</p><p><b>Post WWII</b>, colours were muted. Men in particular were only allowed forest green/brown/beige/tan/ ochre/maroon/airforce blue. Teenagers’ clothes and women’s summer dresses were bright, but colour didn’t really break out until the mid-60s with dayglo lime and pink. And then it broke back in again.</p><p><b>1950s</b> 50s buff, fawn, camel, gunmetal, African violet, donkey brown, goose-shit green, maroon with baby blue (surprisingly attractive), tan, forest green, Vandyke brown, cornflower, lavender, burnt orange, bottle green, maroon, mustard, petrol/electric blue, grey plus burgundy for interiors, grey/white/black plus silver (especially wallpaper on one wall with printed classical motifs such as baluster columns, Ionic column tops, or leafless forests). </p><p>Crayola's “flesh” colour became “peach” in 1962, Prussian blue became "midnight" in 1958.</p><div><b>1960-65</b> Fawn, lime, dusty pink, gunmetal, beige, donkey brown, straw, ice blue, tomato red, midnight blue (taffeta), beige, puce (dark reddish purple), navy blue chiffon (edged with satin ribbon), flame (pinky orange), moss green, flesh (pale salmon). “Modern and striking, they were navy, magenta, mustard, striped or flowered.” (Lucy Worsley on duvet covers) By the mid-60s we rebelled and installed hot pink and orange Casa Pupo rugs.</div><p><b>1964</b> scarlet very trendy – especially as serviettes to go with your teak cigarette bowls, wood-panelled walls etc.</p><p><b>1965</b> Black and white was popular thanks to Mary Quant, and little black dresses. Black then disappeared completely for several years. Turquoise was mega, especially combined with white. Also lilac, but both were mainstream rather than hippy. </p><p><b>1965-69</b> Purple (velvet), lime, pink, yellow, turquoise. Purple and brown, green and purple, shocking pink combined with russet and dark turquoise.</p><p><b>1970s</b> Where are “lilac, magenta, rose, ruby, lime”?, moaned Helen Gurley Brown in the 70s. Replaced by “grey, rust, slate, taupe, beige, mouse-brown”.</p><p>Also popular were Airforce blue, brown with blue, beige flecked with brown, heather, russet, burgundy, rust, orange, olive, Army green. Anybody studying craft or design got introduced to the colour wheel with disastrous results. At university in 1976 my fellow students were utterly shocked that I wore pink. (Everyone wore brown with blue denim. There was even brown denim, and brown corduroy was everywhere, especially on giant floor cushions.) American tan (for tights), cream (for walls), mustard, mustard, mustard, mushroom, coffee, tan, brown, brown, brown, beige, straw, “natural”. Moss green, pink with brown. 60s bright colours looked tacky and wrong – it was back to the army camouflage palette. There was <b>no black</b> until punk around 1977, though it featured in the Rocky Horror Show.</p><p>Orange/brown/cream was trendy for French trains and a hair salon in Camden Town which clung to this colour scheme for too long – it was supposed to be 30s revival. The salon is still there, unchanged, and is now vintage.</p><p><b>1980s</b> Ecru for tights. Jade was ubiquitous, especially in Goretex, diagonally combined with purple or pink. Taupe, dusty pink, salmon, primrose yellow, French navy (purplish), very pale pink, very pale apricot, apricot, primrose yellow, orange, mint, stone (for practical lightweight leisure wear), blue with black, mustard with purple (didn’t catch on in a big way), electric blue with a black collar, red, red/black (also hot pink/black, lemon yellow/black, orange/black, lime/black, possibly as a nod to the 50s). There was a ghastly shade of putty/terracotta, especially horrible with French blue. Another popular palette was chrome yellow, sky blue, kelly green, scarlet for duvet covers, children’s furniture and wall art. There was a burgundy/forest green mode which went with white china with thin gold lines. Jessica Fletcher wore a very smart scarlet (blouse, pencil skirt) and jade (blazer) outfit.<br /><br />Pink and grey. Pastel pink and blue. Beige with black. Black, grey, white and maroon stripes (diagonal, different widths). Maroon became “burgundy” and stayed. Clothes manufacturers were always trying to sell a colour called “mint green” which was muted, pale and barely there.</p><p><b>1990s</b> Candy pink, pale sage green, mint and lilac for interiors (combined with wrought-iron furniture), chrome and ultramarine for interiors. I had a mint green short-sleeved cardigan which I kept trying to force myself to wear.</p><p><b>2000s</b> Turquoise plus brown was popular.</p><p><b>2013</b> Nude plus navy appeared and quickly passed. Theresa May wore navy and salmon, grey and chrome yellow in blocks. Otherwise her clothes were plain and in very good, heavy materials like satin-backed crepe.</p><p><b>2015</b> Black and gold, very subdued colours (navy, white, grey, brown, charcoal)</p><p><b>2021</b> vice.com tells us that salmon is over. Navy, white, grey, brown, black – very subdued palette continues, apart from apricot sunray pleat skirts worn with white trainers</p><p><br /></p><div><br /></div>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-35265505202633842752020-12-26T03:25:00.000-08:002020-12-26T03:25:16.742-08:00The Way We Wore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSUhE28GKqtK3m4lcKcVrtg_7ioQ5Ga4LMJUJtzzNeQlW9IpB7ri4gXotjsIaDLxQDKR5CYE61l2CiPv7YvZxrYGkEB6g8F2ifGGi3xwMZgTvu_sR7UkPeNKpEdIJ0ngGcHCSUb5bN4c/s1200/Twiggy-on-the-cover-of-Newsweek-1967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSUhE28GKqtK3m4lcKcVrtg_7ioQ5Ga4LMJUJtzzNeQlW9IpB7ri4gXotjsIaDLxQDKR5CYE61l2CiPv7YvZxrYGkEB6g8F2ifGGi3xwMZgTvu_sR7UkPeNKpEdIJ0ngGcHCSUb5bN4c/s320/Twiggy-on-the-cover-of-Newsweek-1967.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>There’s a cycle clothes go through: unwearable, daring, fashionable, everywhere, sooo last year, grotesque, interesting, stylish, revival (but never quite accurate), museum piece. According to fashion historian <b><a href="https://amzn.to/2KXjFBK" target="_blank">James Laver</a></b>, the declension reads: indecent, shameless, daring, smart, dowdy, hideous, ridiculous, amusing, quaint, charming, romantic, beautiful.<br /><br />At various points in history, fashion has evolved extreme costumes or hairstyles that everybody thinks they <i>must</i> follow (crinolines, beehive hairdos, skirts that trail along the ground) until one day everybody quietly drops it. It goes with a kind of official myopia, an inability to see that women don’t really have 17in waists, or sloping shoulders, or eyebrows half-way up their foreheads.<br /><br />More examples: wearing thin, fragile nylon stockings in all weathers, as we did in the 50s and early 60s. The thin stockings were worn with indoor shoes – in the winter. My mother recalled that you put cardboard in your shoes to try and keep your feet warm, but it wasn’t very effective. <br /><br />Nylon stockings became 15 denier tights circa 1967. Tights were cold in winter, but hot in summer. Bare legs were just about OK as long as you dyed them orange. Around 1980 we gave up on the QTan and we were fine. Tights manufacturers even come out with a “white leg” shade (ecru).<br /><br />Society became very conservative between 1950 and 1965. Somehow this went with the rigid hairstyles, constricting suspender belts and pinching pointy shoes. In the 50s women wore a suit, hat and high heels to go shopping – or to travel by train or air, or go up to "town" (London). My mother had beautiful tweed suits made for me and my sister, and we wore them once, to travel to Ireland by boat. If you didn’t have a hat, you wore a headscarf. In the early 60s, you wore a light chiffon scarf that wouldn’t crush your beehive.<br /><br />White gloves were a must in public – from the late 19th century until the 50s. Gloves made sense when heating and cooking relied on coal, and the air in cities was full of “smuts” and every surface was dirty. An upper-class girl recalls being forced to carry a pair of “slimy, nylon” gloves whenever she went out in the 60s.<br /><br />By the late 60s, hats and gloves were no longer obligatory, so manufacturers made gloves “fun” with cutouts and bright colours. Hats became big, with scarves round the crown. Headscarves vanished – and if it rained we just got wet.<br /><br />Setting your hair on rollers and then back-combing it was time-consuming, sleeping in rollers was painful, and the resulting hairstyles suited nobody. Rollers lasted from the late 50s to the late 60s, but when young people dropped them older generations were shocked. They were convinced our long, limp hair was “dirty” – but we washed it far more often when we didn’t have to “set” it afterwards.<br /> <br />Cotton shirts, blouses, handkerchiefs, napkins, tablecloths, sheets,
aprons, summer dresses – they were all starched. A stiffening of manmade
fibre made this unnecessary – but had it ever been necessary?<br /><br />In the early 20th century, some rabbis in the UK wore dog collars and
birettas. About 30 years ago there was a lot of fuss about what women priests were going to
wear (cassocks with darts!?). Now rabbis and priests
sport ordinary clothes, business suits or smart workwear. <br /><br />At our <b><a href="https://classsystem.blogspot.com/2020/12/boarding-schools-6-more-about-convent.html" target="_blank">convent school</a></b> we wore lisle stockings and pinafores, and veils in chapel. City men wore bowler hats or trilbies. Men junked the hats circa 1970 – the convent probably updated the uniform around the same year.<br /><br />Barbara Cartland froze the image she adopted as a young woman in the 30s (when hundreds of men proposed, according to her). The Queen Mother and Queen Mary both stuck to the styles of their youth. When Twiggy was having tea with Noël Coward one day, a visitor arrived and: <i>“It was Merle Oberon. It’s funny how people get stuck in the era when they were at their most glamorous. She was wearing a big black polka dot chiffon dress, with a big black bow around her waist.... with high, high heels. But she looked gorgeous.” </i>(<b><i><a href="https://amzn.to/34IgxAO" target="_blank">Twiggy in Black and White</a></i></b>) Men get stuck with teenage rebel hair: Nigel Kennedy, Gary Rhodes, Simon Rattle.<br /><br /><b>You know you’re old when they start reviving the clothes you wore when young. When they start reviving the clothes they were reviving when you were young...</b><br /><br /><a href="https://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.com/2016/08/70s-style.html" target="_blank"><b>More clothes here, and links to the rest.</b></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-46976660638310652472019-08-05T08:01:00.003-07:002020-12-27T16:11:52.059-08:00We'll Eat Again in Quotes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><br /><i>Living in style: a Duchess conceives it to consist in taking her
breakfast at three o'clock in the afternoon—dining at eight—playing at
Faro till four the next morning—supping at five, and going to bed at
six—and to eat green peas and peaches in January. </i></i>(Pierce Egan, <i><i>Life in London</i>, </i>1821)<i><br /><br /></i><i><i><i>A dinner of boiled fish, and of plain vegetables destined to be mixed
by way of sauce with all one eats – a piece of roast beef cut from the
hardest and most tasteless part of the carcase... Chairs with rush
bottoms, sometimes covered with a cushion, which the least movement
causes to fall to the ground.</i></i></i> (A foreign visitor describes the British home circa 1850. Things hadn't changed much in the 1950s.)<i><i><br /></i></i><i><i><i><br />Rejecting all dishes whereof Lady Tippins partakes: saying aloud when
they are proffered to her, 'No, no, no, not for me. Take it away!'</i> </i></i>(<i><i><i>Our Mutual Friend</i>,
</i></i> Charles Dickens, 1864<i><i> </i></i>A Victorian banquet was like a tasting menu or
buffet, and you didn’t have to eat everything. There might be a printed
menu so you knew what was coming up.)<br /><br /><i><i>Don't, when you drink, elevate your glass as if you were going to
stand it inverted on your nose. Bring the glass perpendicularly to the
lips, and then lift it to a slight angle. Drink sparingly while eating.
It is far better for the digestion not to drink tea or coffee until the
meal is finished. Drink gently, and not pour it down your throat like
water turned out of a pitcher. It is not proper to drink with a spoon
in the cup; nor should one, by-the-way, ever quite drain a cup or glass.
</i>(<i>The White House Cook Book,</i> </i>1887)<i><br /><br />You had to have, when you ate, one food brought in after another, each with fresh plates and different kinds of instruments to eat them with, as if on purpose to take time and trouble the servants.</i> (<i>Crewe Train,</i> Rose Macaulay, 1926)<br /><br /><i>The 1910s dining table, which would be dotted with olives, salted almonds, sugared green peppermints, and chocolates in cut-glass bowls or silver dishes.</i> (Cecil Beaton, <i>The Glass of Fashion</i>, 1954)<br /><br /><i>I seem to remember that, in those far gone days, the waiter took his order from just one of the diners, usually the one who would be paying the bill. So, say, wife and children would say what it was they wanted and Father would relay the order to the waiter, editing it as required… When a couple was out together, the convention was that the man would order and pay, all those years ago. If a group of men were dining out together, other than at their club, again, it would be assumed that one of their number would be the host, (even if they shared the cost afterwards) and he would be the one to place the order.</i> (A friend writes.)<br /><br /><a href="https://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.com/2018/11/well-eat-again-80s.html"><b>More here, and links to the rest.</b></a><br /><br /><br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-36120090472060932252019-06-07T09:50:00.002-07:002021-05-04T16:43:27.962-07:00Servants<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>In the 18th and 19th centuries, everybody had servants. But we know better, don’t we? We don’t have servants, we have cleaners and au pairs and nannies. The rich have concierges and personal assistants.</b> <br />
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In the early days, servants were necessary to provide light and heat. You rang for a servant to “snuff” the candles because self-consuming wicks hadn’t been invented. An unsnuffed candle would melt, and a waterfall of wax would drip on the carpet. They also cleaned and replenished the candlesticks. When oil lamps came in, they filled and cleaned them. They carried coals and logs, and built fires in every grate. A gentleman or lady could not put a lump of coal on the fire if it burned low, even with tongs – you rang for the servant. <br />
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Apart from cooking and cleaning, serving food and clearing it away, servants were necessary for sanitation. Your bedroom was your toilet as well as your bathroom, thanks to the chamber pot that lived either under the bed or in a “nightstand” next to your bed. You threw the results into a covered “slop bucket” under your washstand. Servants carried up cans of hot water for washing, and then poured the waste water into the slop bucket and carried the whole thing downstairs to the kitchen. The products of the outside privy were thrown into the ashbin where all the household waste went. This was collected after dark by “night-soil men” and was sold as fertiliser. (Flush toilets and drains arrived in the mid-19th century.)<br />
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If ladies ran out of conversation, they could always complain about their servants. The comic magazine Punch published a series of “Servant-gal-isms”, hilarious cartoons in which servants were ridiculed for calling a maisonette a mayonnaise, and having interests above their station. “Can I have the evening off, madam? Cook next door is having a Language of Flowers bee.” (A “bee” was a quiz.)<br />
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Middle-class home-owners suffered from something called “the servant problem” as new laws forced them to pay their staff a decent wage, and give them time off. Many women found better jobs in shops, cafés and factories. After World War II, servants seemed to be a thing of the past. But the 50s housewife was now expected to do the entire work of the house, cook all the meals, wash the clothes and bring up the children – singlehanded. It took a few years before people realised that this was, in fact, impossible – and labour-saving devices were born.<br />
<b><br />This long preamble is to explain why our family had servants in the 50s. </b>My mother produced four children in ten years. Our parents bought a big house in the country which was a bargain for several reasons. It was remote, and it was the servants’ quarters of an even bigger house that had been partitioned off. Nothing else had been done to it, and we lived with the old wallpaper for years. There was no central heating – warmth came from an Aga in the kitchen (powered by coal-dust nuggets), open fires, and paraffin stoves. In winter, we had chilblains. The Good Old Days!<br />
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We were looked after by a live-in nanny, who had been my father’s, and had been rather wished on us by my grandmother. Edie also lived in and did some of the cooking. She started boiling the cabbage at ten in the morning, so by lunchtime it resembled seaweed. A joint of meat was cooked every Sunday, and we lived on it throughout the week. It got progressively more edible as it reappeared as rissoles and cottage pie. Jam, sugar and butter were no longer on the official ration, but they were doled out parsimoniously. (“You don’t need to add sugar! It’s got sugar in it! It’s sweet enough!”) There was no chutney, and no salad cream or tomato ketchup until the 60s.<br />
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Dolly came in to clean, and Mr Young worked in the huge garden in which we grew a lot of our food. Dolly, Edie and Mr Young were all related, and eventually another family member, Mrs Thayer, became our cleaner. Edie moved on to housekeep for the single man who lived at the bottom of our garden. Nanny was pensioned off and replaced by 16-year-old Patty, who wore pointed shoes and full skirts and was involved in the Youth Club. (Why couldn’t we join when we were old enough? Or perform in the panto? They were Church of England only. Those were the days.)<br />
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Yes, it makes us sound rich and privileged, doesn’t it? Didn’t we know that it was just wrong to employ servants? "How can I ask another woman to clean my oven?" moaned a middle-class columnist recently.<br />
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Let’s take food first. Post-war, we thought we should eat meat now that it was available again, and it required a lot of preparation. There were no convenience foods, no ready meals. You couldn’t buy a tray of cooked chicken pieces, or even chicken legs or fillets. If you wanted chicken, you bought a bird. At least they came featherless, with the giblets wrapped in paper inside. Fish sometimes came whole, requiring “cleaning”, and rabbits came with fur. There were no takeaways apart from the odd chip shop and of course we couldn’t go to one of those. Vegetables were sold caked in dirt. Desserts, scones, cakes, jam, marmalade were home-made. Without freezers, veg was preserved in Kilner jars (or you opened a tin). We'd have been happy with macaroni cheese, sausages, bacon or beans on toast, all of which can be cooked in half an hour. But they were an occasional treat.<br />
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The laundry: Our first washing machine had a boiler compartment, and a mangle. This monster was replaced by a “twin-tub” with a terrifying spin-dryer. We kept these devices until they wore out – they must have been expensive. It was much harder to get credit, and “hire-purchase” or “the HP” was looked down on by people like us, partly because you ended up paying much more for the thing. There were no disposable nappies.<br />
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Cleaning: Our house was too big, and inconvenient, with dark unused spaces left over as the Victorians extended further and further out.<br />
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Clothes: My mother made quite a lot of ours, and her own. Jerseys and vests were knitted by our grandmother and great-aunts. Kind friends passed on clothes their children had grown out of.<br />
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Outings and entertainments were few, and we had no TV for years. (My father was given one as part-payment for a job.) On holiday, we took huge picnics instead of going to cafés. <br />
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So, we heated our bedrooms inefficiently with paraffin, wore hand-me-downs, grew our own food – and employed <i>servants</i>? I hope I’ve made the case that running a home was far harder work in those days, and it was cheaper to hire someone to do some of it than to buy the washer-drier that wasn’t on the market yet.<br />
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Despite all this, 50s husbands expected to come home to a fancy dinner every evening, served by candlelight and to be eaten with silver cutlery. The pre-war life enabled by servants was supposed to continue.<br />
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In the 60s, we delightedly tried out TV dinners (once), and bought Lyons cakes (delicious). We experimented with spaghetti, Instant Whip, Nesquik, yoghurt, peanut butter and Dairylea cheese triangles. Food became “fun”. The house was remodelled and redecorated. “Nightstor” heaters were installed to “take the chill off” – we weren’t allowed to turn them up. We acquired a huge freezer and my mother cooked a lot of pies to be defrosted later. And of course freezing transformed shopping – though I can’t recommend the French beans. The legs of mutton disappeared and were not missed.<br />
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We were better-off now and we all relaxed a bit. The youngest went to school, Patty got married and only Mrs Thayer remained. (When my mother met her again years later she hugged her and addressed her as “Joyce”, later commenting how times had changed.)<br />
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These days, we wouldn't dream of cooking anything that took three hours to prepare. And standards have slipped a bit – who cares about a bit of dust? Anyway, we've got rid of all those dust-gathering knick-knacks. Why make work for yourself? <br />
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Were we terrible people to employ servants? Does it mean that we were so privileged that we should spend the rest of our lives apologising? Or was it just the way we lived then?<br />
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Thanks to <b><a href="https://amzn.to/2Xxm2wH">Dirty Old London</a></b> by Lee Jackson, and <b><a href="https://amzn.to/2EZzQZs">Mrs Woolf and the Servants</a></b> by Alison Light.<br />
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<br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-73489346010522281312018-11-05T03:31:00.001-08:002020-12-27T16:18:51.040-08:00Kitchen Gadgets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>50s </b><br />Scoop for creating perfect melon/ice cream/mashed potato balls. <br />
Vast heavy Kenwood mixer which takes up huge amounts of space. <br />
Horlicks maker. <br />
Spatula. <br />
Icing bag. Ditto for creating decorative mashed potato effects. <br />
Potato peeler. <br />
Nutmeg grater. <br />
Bread board with BREAD carved into the rim. <br />
Enamel bread bin in which the bread goes rapidly stale and mouldy. <br />
Heavy metal mincer you screw to the pine kitchen table. <br />
Canteen of cutlery (wedding present).<br />
Everything "wipe-clean".<br />
Apron home-made from remnants.<br />
Role model: perfect housewife.<br />
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<b>60s </b><br />
Gas-powered corkscrew.<br />
Sink waste disposal unit.<br />
Electric carving knife.<br />
Vast earthenware mixing bowl suitable for a country house kitchen.<br />
Coffee percolator.<br />
Filter coffee maker (easy to tip over).<br />
Cheeseboard.<br />
<br />Knives with a serrated bit, a cutting edge and a spike for picking up and serving chunks of cheese.<br />
<br />Wooden salad bowl which you're not allowed to wash, heavy iron omelette pan ditto.<br />
Victorian style set of flour, sugar, cocoa etc tins. <br />
Cream maker. <br />
Egg poacher.<br />
Pressure cooker. <br />
Rubber pan scrapers. <br />
Salad servers with decorated ceramic handles. <br />
Liquidizer. <br />
Toasted sandwich maker. <br />
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Freezer, and a freezer compartment in the fridge (food came marked with stars showing how long you could freeze it for). <br />
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Wooden steak tenderiser. <br />
Fish knives, but designed in Sweden and made of stainless steel. <br />
Runcible spoon with a serrated edge. <br />
Potato masher. <br />
Kebab skewers. <br />
Skewers for skewering a vast joint of meat. <br />
Lemon zester. <br />
Gadget for piercing the top of a boiled egg. <br />
Mandolin for slicing boiled eggs. <br />
Striped unisex butcher apron. <br />
Role model: <b>perfect housewife, sophisticated lady.</b><br />
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<b>70s </b><br />
Wok.<br />
Fondue set.<br />
Enamel saucepans, coffee pots and colanders from France (classic design, if it ain’t broke...).<br />
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Tinny coffee makers you set on the gas and then turn over – again from France or Italy. (Percolators were "common", perhaps because they were American.) <br />
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Skewers for baking potatoes faster. <br />
Orange and blue Le Creuset casseroles. <br />
Lever corkscrews. <br />
Thick pottery soup bowls with a handle. <br />
Mezzaluna from Italy for chopping fresh herbs. <br />
Large glass jars with wooden lids for displaying different types of pasta. <br />
Wire vegetable racks (we used a set of office in and out trays). <br />
Wooden knife block. <br />
Chopsticks. <br />
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Marble pestle and mortar sets that we gave each other for Christmas and nobody ever used (they were for crushing your own cardamom seeds instead of buying curry powder). <br />
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Bouqet garni bags we gave each other for Christmas. Single people in particular got given these to encourage them to give dinner parties – it was the speed dating of its time. <br />
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Bunches of dried herbs and dried flowers. <br />
Stripped pine standalone furniture. <br />
Bamboo egg whisks from Chinatown. <br />
A shelf of paperbacks. <br />
Butcher apron as before, or a plastic one in the same style with a jokey message. <br />
Role model: <b>earth mother or academic.</b><br />
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<b>80s </b><br />
Pasta maker. <br />
Catering-size toaster.<br />
Catering knives and equipment from Jaeggi in Soho.<br />
Fish slices and tureen spoons hanging from hooks.<br />
Cafetière. <br />
Set of bamboo steamers from Chinatown, never used. <br />Philippe Starck lemon squeezer (because everything has to be "designer").<br />Alessi knives (ditto).<br />
Don’t <a href="https://classsystem.blogspot.com/2010/12/phone-for-fish-knives-norman.html"><b>phone for the fish knives</b></a>, we don’t use them any more. <br />
Brushed steel counter tops like a French café, everything built in. <br />
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It was about efficiently whipping up gourmet food despite working long hours and earning pots of money. All these gadgets were mainly for show, the gleaming steel being a sign of practicality, modernity and ruthlessness.<br />
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No apron – you just got soup on your dirndl skirt. Role model:<b> banker.</b><br />
<b><br />90s </b><br />
Pizza wheel.<br />
Spork.<br />
Raclette set.<br />
What's an apron?<br />
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<b>00s </b><br />
Electric lemon squeezer. <br />
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At some point we worked out that we could keep sliced bread in the freezer compartment instead of a bread bin. Enamel bread bins turn up on <i>Bargain Hunt</i>.<br />
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<b>Teens </b><br />
Plastic tomatoes and onions for saving half apples, onions etc. Also come in “banana”. <br />
Apple slicer. <br />
Slow cooker. <br />
Spiralizer.<br />Breadmaker.<br />Air fryer.<br />George Forman grill.<br />
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What’s a corkscrew? And how am I going to attach the mincer to the island?<br />
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<br /><br />1980: M&S starts selling packaged sandwiches, and everybody follows.<br />
<br />Boeuf en croute (Beef Wellington), salmon en croute<br /><br />
Belgian creperies were everywhere. (The crepes were wholewheat, and stuffed with stuff. They were small, thin, limp, tepid and not much use if you were actually hungry.)<br />
<br />Vegetarians ate “something something bake”. Layered aubergine, tomato and mozarella. Or stir-fried veg with satay sauce.<br /><br />
fried potato skins with dips<br /><br />raspberry vinegar<br /><br />raspberry coulis (very thin, non-fattening sauce)<br /><br />garlic cheesecake<br />
<br />steak sandwiches washed down with Rolling Rock, Sol and Peroni<br />
<br />rocket<br /><br />sun-dried tomatoes (as a dish on their own in too much olive oil)<br /><br />pesto<br /><br />French onion soup<br /><br />beetroot shavings<br /><br />American burgers and burger sauces<br /><br />blueberry muffins (fairy cakes)<br /><br />blueberry cheesecake<br /><br />kiwi fruit<br /><br />nouvelle cuisine (Tiny portions on a black octagonal plate. Again, no use if you're hungry.)<br /><br />raw baby spinach salad<br /><br />herby sausages with far too much sage<br /><br />sushi<br /><br />balsamic vinegar<br /><br />shiitake mushrooms (You were supposed to grow your own on a log.)<br /><br />pears in chocolate sauce<br /><br />tomato tart<br /><br />fried black pudding with potato/swede mash (Black Lightning)<br /><br />Banoffee pie<br /><br />baby vegetables<br /><br />mange-tout peas<br /><br />wild rice, red rice from the Camargue<br /><br />black Puy lentils<br /><br />steamed vegetables (Meant you had to buy a steamer - it was a decade of kitchen equipment.)<br /><br />brandysnap baskets<br /><br />mustard dressing with whole dark mustard seeds<br /><br />crudités<br /><br />mozarella in carozza<br /><br />deep-fried breaded Camembert<br /><br />sorrel soup<br /><br />
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<br />But the bread in sandwiches was always stale, unless you went to a café where they made a bespoke sandwich before your very eyes, taking the sliced bread out of the plastic. Thank heavens for Pret!<br /><br /><br /><br /><b><a href="https://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.com/2017/08/well-eat-again.html">More food here.</a></b>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-66683852142792342602017-08-08T03:48:00.000-07:002017-08-08T03:56:22.155-07:00We'll Eat Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><br /><br />While updating my mini ebook <i><a href="http://amzn.to/2vhEVpT">Whatever Happened To...?</a> </i>I began to yearn for Oat Crunchies and prawn-flavoured Niknaks. So I put together this menu for the perfect retro dinner party.</b><br />
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This is the food I want to eat again. I’ll do a menu of chops and boiled cabbage followed by junket, all washed down with sweet white wine, another time.<br />
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<b>STARTERS</b><br />
Cold consommé with sour cream and chives<br />
Caramelised onion tart<br />
Crudités and dips<br />
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<b>ENTREES</b><br />
Veal escalope<br />
Minute steaks<br />
Chicken Kiev<br />
Turkey rissoles<br />
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<b>SIDES</b><br />
Rye bread with caraway seeds<br />
Cottage loaf<br />
Poppy seed rolls<br />
Orange and watercress salad<br />
Curly parsley<br />
Green salad (butterhead lettuce) with French dressing<br />
Russian salad (cooked diced vegetables in mayonnaise)<br />
Pommes Duchesse (creamed potato swirls)<br />
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<b>PUDDING</b><br />
Swiss roll<br />
Apricot gateau<br />
Dundee cake<br />
Individual fruit pies<br />
Seed cake and sand cake<br />
Ambrosia creamed rice<br />
Apple doughnuts<br />
Apple strudel<br />
Baked apples<br />
Banana custard<br />
Black cherry yoghourt<br />
Lemon meringue pie<br />
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<b>CHEESE COURSE</b><br />
Smoked cheese<br />
Cheese Whiz<br />
Cocktail biscuits<br />
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<b>WASHED DOWN WITH</b><br />
Aqua Libra<br />
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<b>DESSERT</b><br />
Clarnico mint creams<br />
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<a href="http://amzn.to/2vhEVpT"><b>Buy the book! </b></a>It could prove useful if you are writing a novel set in the last 50 years.<br />
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<b><a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/more-60s-food.html">More food here.</a></b><br />
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<br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-18060433569451888602017-01-26T10:01:00.003-08:002017-01-26T10:01:39.178-08:00Fossils<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><br />Strip cartoons</b> stay in the year they were first published. Modesty Blaise: 1962. Fred Basset: 1957 (suburbs, man in granddad clothes. In 2014 he’s got a laptop, but they’ve still got an open fire in a 30s grate, with an armchair either side. Clive and Augusta: 1967. Bristow: 1960 (ancient adding machines and everything done on paper).<br /><br />In radio documentaries, quotations from 18th and 19th century writers are read by an actor putting on a silly voice. They’ve used the same <b>silly voice </b>for 30 years: deep, fruity and with a faint mummerset inflection. <br /><br /><i>The <b>mantua</b> began as bedroom wear, but developed into a stylised and strangely fossilised uniform for formal occasions. In the slow-moving world of the court it was still worn in the 1760s, but looked like an extreme parody of the off-duty outfits of nearly a century earlier.</i> (<i>If Walls Could Talk: An intimate history of the home,</i> Lucy Worsley) Court dress was still being advertised in the 30s. Debutantes wore a modified version to be presented at Court in the 1950s, before the Queen abolished the practice. The debs weren’t daunted: they now wear long white dresses and curtsey to a cake at Queen Charlotte’s ball. In 2017.<br /><br />150 years after the invention of the typewriter, some are still insisting that children should be taught “joined up writing” or <b>cursive</b> (the reasons given change). Back then, if you could write good cursive, you could get a job as a clerk. These days, <b>why not teach all children proper touch-typing?</b><br /><br /><b>D’Oyley Carte productions </b>of Gilbert and Sullivan’s operas became fossilised versions, weighted down by accreted “business”. The company closed in 1982 and others were free to interpret G&S in their own way. But there’s a moment when everybody believes that <i>is</i> the thing. English folk songs just <i>are</i> dirges about mine disasters sung by old men putting on a rural accent. Or else they just <i>are</i> twee choral arrangements sung affectedly by the BBC singers.<br /><br />
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<b>A skeuomorph is an article based on an earlier model made in a different material. The classic skeuomorph is the china spoon copied from a metal one – the china version has a fake rivet.</b><br /><br /><b>Imbrication</b> (a pattern like hanging tiles) derives from Roman Dacian scale armour via the 15th century, says historian Jonathan Foyle.<br /><br /><b>Horn of plenty or cornucopia:</b> in prehistory, people used animals’ horns as handbags or baskets. <br /><br /><b>Doric capitals</b> (the curly ones) on columns follow the horns of rams' head capitals. (You can see some in Whiteley's in Queensway.)<br /><br />Were <b>deckled edges</b> on writing paper derived from the uneven edges of torn parchment?<br /><br /><b>Scroll decoration:</b> look at a real parchment scroll.<br /><br /><b>Stone garden planters </b>sometimes have a ring carved on the side – originally a real ring for carrying the object with two poles.<br /><br />Instructions on party invites for “<b>carriages at 12,</b> black tie”.<br /><br /><b>We still talk about “horsepower”, </b>and the Deux Chevaux was a popular car.<br /><br /><b>Fictive damask:</b> it’s painted on the wall.<br /><br />Some new office blocks are <b>modelled on converted warehouses.</b><br /><br /><b>Cabriole legs on furniture</b> descend from Egyptian tables and chairs which had legs modelled on animals’ limbs.<br /><br /><b>You can get a tattoo imitating cross stitch.<br /></b><br /><b>Battery tea lights </b>and votive lights in churches imitate wax candles.<br /><br /><b>Plastic nit-combs:</b> originally made of bone, the design hasn't changed in thousands of years.<br /><br /><b>CGI imitates hand-drawn animation,</b> Thunderbirds puppets, stop-motion (Mr Fox).<br /><br /><b>The underscore key</b> (and character) on a computer keyboard: it used to be for underlining.<br /><br />Nobody has worn a<b> waist-cinching corset</b> since the 50s, but Disney princesses have 1880 waists. <br /><br /><b>Modernist houses </b>were modelled on TB sanatoria (flat roofs, sun loungers, covered corridors, balconies, big windows).<br /><br /><b>Brooms and whisks</b> were originally branches and twigs.<br /><br /><b>Dummy chimneys</b> on new houses.<br /> <br /><b>Earthenware dishes</b> were based on wooden originals.<br /><br /><b>Curb chains</b> worn as jewellery are modelled on part of a horse’s bridle. <br /><br /><b>Buildings are given watchtowers</b> when there’s no need to look out for an enemy, a returning fleet, or misbehaving prisoners.<br /><br />Lead bullets were fired by <b>slings</b> before guns.<br /><br />Architects are building tower blocks<b> inspired by Excel spreadsheets,</b> points out Adam Nathaniel Furman. (They used to design buildings based on the Montessori wooden blocks they played with as children.)<br /><br />Banqueting suites and venues for hire still provide <b>gilt “rout chairs”</b> from the early 1800s. Light and moveable, they were the plastic stacking chairs of their day. They go with white tablecloths, and give the whole place an air of formality, social awkwardness and deep gloom. You place them round the edge of the ballroom for wallflowers to sit on and wish they’d never been born.<br /><br />Do Olympians pretend to bite silver and bronze medals as well as gold? (<b>You bit sovereigns</b> to make sure they weren’t counterfeit – gold is softer.)<br /><br />The fashionable stopped wearing patches (artificial beauty spots) in the late 18th century, but that was no reason to close down the thriving <b>patch box</b> industry, and the makers carried on designing new models and selling to collectors. <br /><br /><i>Saw a plastic jamjar with a handle for sale in Sainsburys.</i> (PM)<br /><br />In the early 20th century, makers of classical marble, slate and onyx clock garnitures took a long hard look at their unsold stock and designed some <b>Art Deco Cubist versions</b> to use up their warehouse full of material. <br /><br /><b>forelock-tugging:</b> It’s constantly invoked as a sign of overdone deference, though nobody has actually tugged a forelock since about 1920. You clutched the brim of your hat (tipped your hat) as a vestigial version of raising your hat out of respect. If you weren’t wearing a hat, you tugged your forelock. Why did you raise your hat? Because you were supposed to remove your hat in the presence of a lady, or someone further up the social hierarchy. And raising the hat was a vestigial version of taking the hat right off and bowing low. <br /><br /><i>Notorious Bank junction '... too many people milling around in a space designed for horses and carts. </i>' (@susieclapham)<br /><br /><b>TV screens</b> (squares with rounded corners) turned up all over 60s art. Sunglasses were much the same shape. Windows were modelled on aeroplane windows – with round corners to stop them cracking. <br /><br /><i>Piracy had ceased to pay, but a vocational tradition will last long after it has ceased to be economic, in a decadent form.</i> (Richard Hughes) <br /><br />Women go on making rather dull, simple <b>pillow lace</b> long after the fashion for trimming all clothes and underwear with lace has passed (and lace has been made by machine for 100 years). Yet lace never entirely disappears. it lingered in various forms into the 80s with a revival of lace collars and petticoats. There was a revival in the 90s and somebody wrote a brilliant article on the semiology of different coloured lace. White – you look like a doily. Black and red – tarty. Navy blue or brown – mother of the bride. Pale green? Turquoise? Lilac?<br /> <br />Medieval great halls were modelled on Bronze Age round houses which were modelled on <b>yurts</b> with seats round the edge and a brazier or hearth in the centre.<br /><br />Maes Howe, Kevin’s Kitchen (ancient underground spaces with huge corbelled “spires”) copy <b>caves.</b> Cathedrals are the same thing above ground (apart from the crypt).<br /><br /><b>Seaside piers</b> were originally for steamers picking up passengers – they could only sail in deep water. When the steamers went, towns went on building piers.<br /><br />After the War, wire-grid stretchers were converted into fences for council estates in Deptford and East Dulwich. Subsequent council estate fences were<b> modelled on the stretchers.</b><br /><br />Early newspaper computer systems used the language of <b>“desks” and “baskets”</b> (what we called “metaphors” in those early computer days). We still talk about a computer’s “desktop”.<br /><br />Writer and priest Ronald Knox noticed that in the 20s, women who had had their hair “shingled” (cut very short), still <b>patted the backs of their heads</b> as if to check their updo.<br /><br />Ranch-style houses of the 50s copied<b> genuine ranches</b> – wooden cabins built around a chimney put together from whatever rocks you could find lying around.<br /> <br /><b>Deeply buttoned leather sofas </b>were copied from car interiors (<i>It was as if a motor car had spawned. </i>E.M. Forster), which in turn were copied from carriage interiors – padded to protect you from the lurching of the vehicle, and probably for warmth as well. And leather would be hardwearing and waterproof.<br /><br /><b>Gas lights</b> were modelled on the lanterns hung at the doors or gateways of grand houses. Electric “carriage lamps” outside your 30s villa are a further evolution. <br /><br />New houses are modelled on <b>converted Victorian houses</b> (a long thin “living area” with windows front and back, copying two small rooms “knocked through”).<br /><br />In the Ice Age there was no distinction between <b>dolls and idols</b> (articulated figures have been found). There are wooden Egyptian figures in the British Museum with articulated arms. Egyptian (and early Greek) statues of gods follow articulated figures, with a slot in the hand to hold a rod or spear. <br /><br />Digging at Silbury Hill revealed successive layers of chalk and turf. It was a <b>model of the moon:</b> you could clad it in chalk so that it would shine (especially by moonlight), and then make it go “dark” again by covering it in turf. And when the moat fills with water the hill is reflected, and the moon is full. It is this that it is, my theory.<br /><br /><b>Reverse skeuomorph:</b> Zoroastrians use real flaming urns in their ceremonies. <br /><br /><b><a href="http://wordcount-richmonde.blogspot.co.uk/2013/12/skeuomorphs.html">More here.</a><br /></b><br />
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<br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-73847636867867550512017-01-26T07:03:00.002-08:002020-12-27T16:38:05.375-08:00Lagging Behind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><br />This blog is really about how the way we live now grew out of the way we lived then. The future doesn't arrive all at once: there are odd pockets that fail to keep up with the march of progress and are always lagging behind.</b><br />
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<b>Pub opening and closing times</b> (introduced in World War One) fitted contemporary work start and end times (sometimes 8am to 4pm), as did last tube and last bus times. When we started work later and left later, these were slow to catch up.<br />
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Some letter-writers <b>don’t seal post</b> because they think it’s cheaper to send unsealed envelopes. Not true since 1969 and the introduction of 1st and 2nd class post.<br />
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<b>Treasury tags</b> resembled tiny green shoelaces and were used in old-fashioned filing systems. They lived on in office drawers long after becoming pointless.<br />
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People are still using (and buying, and supplying in cafes and restaurants) <b>teaspoons and jam spoons</b> that are too short for the tall glass coffee cup, or the jampot. What they need are long “parfait” spoons, designed for eating ice cream from one of those tall glasses. <br />
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Most Essex/Cardiff girls get breast implants, but clothes manufacturers haven't caught up. They’re still <b>using standard measurements taken immediately after the war,</b> in the 50s, when food had been rationed for 10 years. And the average unaltered English woman has hips that are two inches wider than her bust. Another side-effect of better nutrition is that people are now taller – again, manufacturers pay no attention. So the girls at Aintree Ladies' Day wear dresses strained over the bust, with a waist that’s too high and a skirt that’s too short. <br />
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New, groovy craft books recycle the same old patterns for – <b>tumbler cosies?</b> Wine bottle cosies? Did anyone ever a) make them or b) use them? (They might have gone with the raffia placemat aesthetic of the early 60s.) Also unwearable slippers (slippery), and knitted summer tops and dresses (hot).<br />
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Why did anyone object to<b> “illegitimate” children</b> if they didn’t think unmarried sex was a mortal sin, and the laws had been changed so that you could legitimize a child?<br />
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It makes sense to <b>ban contraception</b> when you need cannon and
factory fodder. But the idea that contraception was somehow sinful
continued after these were no longer needed, and we worried about overpopulation. Some doctors would only
prescribe the pill for married women. And in the 70s some women having abortions
were pressured to be sterilised at the same time, or have an IUD.<br />
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<b>Prom dresses</b> are copied from ball gowns designed for ballroom dancing, but girls wear them to “bop”. They have looked silly for 40 years.<br />
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<i>When will social etiquette catch up with idiots who blare songs/videos on their phones in restaurants already playing music?</i> (@andybud_o New technology always takes some time to develop its own code of manners.)<br />
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<b>Toner</b> for your face was intended to clean off greasy cleansers, like cold cream, in the days when women were convinced by beauty pundits that soap was too "drying", and at the same time their faces were being destroyed by ingrained dirt (more likely before the Clean Air Act). So toner went out of style. But toners are back, says the Times March 2015: <i>“The toners that we used to know were harsh, aggressive and dried out your skin. Now they are designed to soothe, hydrate and calm.”</i> Old versions of revived products were always “harsh”. (Women's products are always sold as “gentle and kind”.)<br />
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There’s a lingering feeling that doctors need <b>something to give patients</b> to “keep them happy”. If they can’t refer to homeopaths, what can they do? Before regulation, they handed out useless “tonics”, or prescribed <b>rest cures</b> – perhaps we should bring these back. <br />
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Historian Quentin Bell pointed out that because of the lag between design and construction, buildings “with<b> bobbed hair, cloche hats and short skirts</b>” were being finished when women’s fashions had moved on to curls, frills and drapery. <br />
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We went on making <b>steamed puddings</b> long after we’d ceased to cook over open fires in a cauldron (when boiling a pudding in a cloth made sense). And they were recommended in WWII, when we were also urged to save fuel.<br />
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Men’s shirt pockets still fit <b>cigarette packets,</b> not mobile phones (and why do women’s tops have a tiny useless pocket?)<br />
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Elastic was in short supply during WWII, hence all those instructions to <b>cut up old rubber gloves</b> and hot water bottles to make elastic bands, which persisted long after the need for them had gone. We were still being told to wash rice and lentils in the 70s, when they came in packets. My mother used to <b>save the wrappers from butter and margarine</b> to grease pans for baking long after vegetable oil became available, and butter and marge were no longer rationed. We were also told to grease pie dishes because that was how you stopped the pudding sticking to the sides of a pudding basin – but pointless when you're making a casserole.<br />
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Continuing to <b>lay a table cloth</b> on a deal kitchen table, or one with a plasticised surface. Converse: marking your polished wood table because you don’t realise that you need a woollen cloth, covered with a linen cloth, and place mats.<br />
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Insisting on <b>shallow, tepid baths</b> even though you now have constant hot and cold running water. (And only three times a week.)<br />
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An older person pointed out c. 1970 that girls were wearing long, floaty, old-fashioned, feminine dresses – with the <b>big clumpy platform shoes</b> that went with mini-dresses, and it looked all wrong. She was right.<br />
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We still talk about <b>“bed linen” </b>even though it’s made of cotton, and used to refer to “under-linen”. We still “tape” when we record, and refer to recordings as “tapes”. Well, you can’t get “sex recording” into a headline. We still “film” things (“videoing” is awkward). <br />
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Newspapers called the<b> Something Herald or Bugle.</b> When was news last announced by a herald with a bugle?<br />
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<b>Sitting with your back to the engine</b> (or facing) on trains was relevant when carriages were open, and if you faced the engine you might get a face full of ashes, sparks and cinders. It continued as a superstition that some people felt sick unless they “faced the engine” or vice versa.<br />
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Gas lighting used up oxygen and people began to stifle, so <b>keeping one window open</b> even in winter was a good idea.<br />
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Tomato pincushions still have an<b> emery-filled strawberry</b> attached for de-rusting your needles. Modern stainless steel pins and needles don’t go rusty or oxidised. <br />
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<b>Enamel hot water jugs</b> and galvanised iron baths lived on in houses after we all acquired indoor plumbing. They were just repurposed: the baths ended up in the garden, full of earth and plants (as now with Belfast sinks). Or else they were used as drinking troughs for animals. The enamel jugs became flower vases. Some tin hot water jugs became watering cans (enamelled and painted). (And cattle drinking troughs in cities are now full of plants.)<br />
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<b>Brushing your hair 100 times a day</b> keeps it glossy, we're told. It's a <b>relic</b> of the days when Victorian women had waist-length hair. The (soft) brush distributed the oil from the top to the end and probably did make your hair smooth and glossy. Detangling was done with a comb. But there's no need to brush short hair 100 times.<br />
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Early Man <b>threw precious objects into bogs </b>from 10,000BC. We still throw coins into water, and tie rags and more onto sacred trees.<br />
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<b>Hats and gloves</b> for formal wear lasted into the 50s. Originally the gloves kept your hands clean – and the veil on your hat kept your face clean and protected it from the sun.<br />
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<i>Why do some people STILL refer to utility companies as 'boards' 30 years after the shackles of nationalisation were cut away? </i>(@davidkingmozart)<br />
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<i>The menservants who worked in large and lavish households were still made to wear powder, and grand footmen looked like extras from Cinderella right up to the Second World War.</i> (<i>If Walls Could Talk: An intimate history of the home,</i> Lucy Worsley)<br />
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<b>And isn't it time for lawyers to junk those stupid wigs?<br /><br />Picture by John Leech.</b><br />
<br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-25290408148568233862017-01-22T03:21:00.003-08:002020-12-27T16:41:38.453-08:00More 60s Food<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the 50s, aprons were all frilly and feminine (or gingham), and if a man wore one – cue laughs. Mid-60s, Habitat started selling <b>unisex butcher aprons</b>, with a practical plain design of white stripes on navy (it was traditional, but went with the geometric and yachting themes in fashion). They sold in millions and coincidentally it became OK for men to cook, and kitchens and dining became far less formal, with earthenware plates instead of fine china, and stainless steel cutlery instead of ornate silver. You ate round the (stripped pine) table in your (big, Victorian) kitchen. <br />
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Previously, the woman slaved in the kitchen for three hours, passed the food through the serving hatch, then nipped round to the dining room and joined her guests. With smart eat-in kitchens guests could talk as the hosts cooked, and even help out. It was also part of the “fun!” approach to life. No more boring white candles and Georgian candlesticks, have these pink/red/blue ones in a stainless steel modernist holder! Don’t launder those napkins, have a red paper serviette! Don’t decant everything into separate vegetable dishes you'll have to wash up, bung everything into this <b>oven-to-table casserole dish</b> decorated with futuristic snowflakes! And the quickly prepared food (spag bol) was a lot tastier than the standard roast and two veg. <br />
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It was DIY cooking (led to the 70s fondue party – playing with your food!). It was a new kind of oneupmanship, and some caught on faster than others. It was about being <b>modern.</b> <br /><br />There was a lag between the vanishing of railway porters and the invention of pullalong suitcases, and a similar gap between the disappearance of servants and the junking of the stuffy lifestyle they had made possible. Duvets, dishwashers and freezers helped, too. <br />
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Sheets and cookware became colourful. And mugs (easier than fragile cups and saucers). Plastics enabled patterned formica wipeclean worktops and wacky cutting boards. No more scrubbing kitchen tables. And goodbye antiques - a circular mirror framed in red was the icon of the new look.<br />
<b><br />So what did we eat in our trendy new kitchens?</b><br />
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<b>Coffee ice cream,</b> rum’n’raisin ditto.<br />
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<b>Steak</b> was a treat. It had to be rare. We bought sets of serrated steak knives. But if you ordered it in a restaurant you quite often didn’t get a steak knife and it was practically impossible to eat.<br />
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<b>Potato scoops</b> produced spheres of mashed potato, like melon or ice cream balls. They went with radishes/tomatoes cut into flowers. (How I miss those mashed pot balls in a sea of Bisto gravy.)<br />
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<b>Mortadella:</b> a horrible pallid sliced Italian sausage. People were outraged if you wouldn’t eat it. Why? It symbolised “abroad”, and sophistication.<br />
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<b>Smorgasbord:</b><b><br />pumpernickel<br />lettuce<br />cottage cheese<br />tinned mandarin segments</b><br />
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With variations including mayonnaise, smoked salmon and caviar. It was sooooo sophisticated! And delicious. Wet, sweet, salty and bland. And pumpernickel was different in those days: thinner and blacker and tasting faintly of salt and treacle. Oddly, it was delicious with butter and Silver Shred marmalade.<br />
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As well as <b>fussing</b> about how to eat pasta (twirl it round the fork), there was an immense amount of fussing about how to cook it. You had to take it off the heat just before it was cooked, and then quickly decant it so that it didn’t go on cooking because otherwise it might go <i>soft</i> and it wouldn’t be <i>al dente</i> and that would never do! It might become like very soft spaghetti in tins. Middle-class food always has to be tough. Meanwhile common people were making macaroni mould in a pudding basin (it's rather delicious – combine with cheese sauce and peas and eat cold). We still had pudding basins – they were left over from the steamed-pudding era.<br />
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Food was more expensive. Sainsbury’s sold bags of cracked eggs, and corner shops (then called “grocers”), sold bags of broken biscuits. <br />
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I'm sick of kitchens like science labs with an "island" you can't sit at. I miss those big kitchens with useful tables. Time to revive them?<br />
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<b><a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/food-in-60s.html">More here.</a></b>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-23419548413088682082016-12-13T10:55:00.002-08:002021-03-09T11:37:00.690-08:0060s Slang<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the 60s, small talk, conventional etiquette, and formal manners were abolished. (Among a small subset of humanity. And they came back pretty quickly in the 70s.) The aim was to be laid back at all times, as if you were stoned, which you probably were. If you tried to talk about anything serious you might be told “Heaveeee!!!!” “It was quite a heavy scene” might mean that people were taking hard drugs. If you wanted to leave a gathering because you were bored, shy or embarrassed, or there was nobody there you wanted to talk to, you could say you were quitting the scene because the vibes were bad. Depressing events were a downer or bummer. Fortunately you could “get into” practically anything, from spiders to origami to particle physics, and make it “your thing”. If you were baffled or bored by any of the above, you could say “It’s not my bag”. “Into” and “my place” were just coming in. Spacey for spaced out and airhead came later. But nobody ever said “Yeah, man!”<br />
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airhead<br />bad trip<br />
bad vibes<br />
bummer<br />
<br />do your/your own thing<br />
Don’t come unglued! <br />
downer<br />
Dragsville, Squaresville etc <br />
drop acid <br />
far out<br />
<br />generation gap <br />
go crazy apeshit <br />
go through changes<br />
grotty <br />
<br />hacked off <br />
Hang in there!<br />
heavy <br />
heavy scene, lighten up<br />
Heavy, man! <br />
hooked on <br />
into<br />
<br />If you’re looking for a pad to crash... <br />
It was a blast. <br />
It was unreal! <br />
It’s not my bag. <br />
<br />kicks <br />
laid back <br />
<br />Let it all hang out.<br />
Let’s split. <br />
living in sin, shacking up <br />
<br />my place, your place<br />
Neat-o! <br />
No sweat. <br />
Quit buggin’ me.<br />
rip-off <br />
<br />scene, bad scene<br />
something else<br />
spaced-out<br />
the fuzz <br />
threads, gear <br />
trippy<br />
Turn on, tune in, drop out. <br />
<br />Wanna score some acid? <br />
Want a toke? <br />
What do you do for bread? <br />
where you’re at, where it's at<br />
where you’re coming from<br />
zilch <br /><br />I researched the slang for My Novel, a 60s-set young adult paranormal romance called <b><a href="http://amzn.to/2hFvMjR">Witch Way Now?</a></b> (And I remembered a lot of it.)<br />
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<a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/the-way-we-wore-60s-style.html"><b>More 60s here, and links to the rest.</b></a></p>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-40594189405353701322016-12-06T10:30:00.001-08:002016-12-06T10:30:04.057-08:00The Wrong Trousers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br />In the 80s, we wore comfortable trousers that fitted. Those were the days! But now it's 2016.<br /><br />About 15 years ago, trousers became "hipsters" again, as in the 70s.<br /><br />
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Ever since then, I've been waiting for trouser waist bands to return to the waist. They have slowly crept northwards, but manufacturers seem baffled by this "waist" concept. Most trousers and jeans now have a "waist" below the navel (which is where your waist is, in case you've forgetten). They frequently have no belt loops, and no way of stopping them descending slowly.<br /><br />Here's a woman with a waist. It's that narrow bit in the middle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And that's where a trouser waistband should be. I can find high-waisted trousers with skinny legs, torn knees, or flares. Or that are made in sizes 6-16 (I am an 18). Or with inside legs between 25" and 29" (my inside leg is 32").<br /><br />Sometimes manufacturers just add a bit onto the top of low-waisted trousers:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Too often the "high waist" is nowhere near the waist. Not mine, anyway (I am 5ft 7.5in).<br /><br />All I want is trousers with straight legs, a waistband, belt-loops, and a waist ON the waist. Not somewhere in the vicinity. Not hovering near the hip. On the waist. I fear that "mom jeans" are thought to be frumpy, or else catalogue companies have a lot of old stock to get rid of. But if you go to trendy Dalston or Broadway Market, you will see girls all dressed in proper Mom jeans (see top picture). Moms want mom jeans! And we want them now!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /><br /><br /><br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-16705169004954313382016-08-15T00:45:00.004-07:002022-08-26T01:41:01.391-07:0070s Style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It wasn't all psychedelic granny squares and loon pants. I was narrowing my flares by 1973.<br />
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Clothes design was the new rock in the late 60s – Paco Rabanne, Courreges,
Mary Quant, Ossie Clarke – but by the early 70s good design faded
away, leaving us with disparate trends worn all at once: flowery blouse over woolly jersey and under cord pinafore dress, in different colours.
Fashion chaos. It was called the "layered look".
Wearing two shirts at once was really trendy for about 10 minutes.<br />
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There
were famous designers in the 70s but they were very upmarket and
couture and typists/students like me didn’t wear drapey loungewear. With the drapery went an early 70s fashion for a scarf tied as a tight turban coming right down to the eyes, which were heavily made up. The ends of the scarf were twisted into a rope and wound round the head. It was a cross between an oriental turban and something vaguely 30s. <br />
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Foale and
Tuffin made quilted jackets out of ethnic fabric: quilting was a thing. I had a genuine Chinese jacket that I struggled to do up, and a shiny black quilted tabard that I wore with terracotta harem trousers and wedged espadrilles (circa 1976).<br />
<br />Circa 1970, the “unisex” trend shocked those people who love to be shocked. Girls and boys wore pudding-basin haircuts, baker-boy caps, big clumpy lace-up shoes, V-necked tank tops, tweed Oxford bags, waisted jackets with big lapels in a brown, orange and yellow palette. And there were unisex hair salons. <br />
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In the early 70s there was a brief vogue for primary colours, especially red and blue – also for wearing short-sleeved, tight cardigans over a shirt. (My shirt was red – from Woolworths, my cardi was blue and I wore this ensemble with blue hotpants, red tights and blue tap shoes.)<br />
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Also in the early 70s there was a Goth look influenced by Biba with very dark eye makeup and lipstick (Barbara Hulanicki pioneered black and khaki nails), 40s dresses, and a LOT of purple. This ensemble was worn with a holey crocheted shawl, platform boots, a choker and a grim expression. There was an expensive glam version way out of our price range, and a suburban version that dropped the shawl, kept a late 60s half pony-tail and added a smile. (Someone who knew Barbara told me she used to pass the Art Deco Derry & Toms building and pat it, saying "One day you'll be mine". She achieved her dream, but went bust shortly afterwards, as she didn't have enough to fill the shop and most of the stuff got stolen.)<br />
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Another suburban style: A-line skirts, knee-high boots, Cleopatra hair, tailored and waisted jackets with big collars and a choker. Underneath the jacket is a blouse in the same style, in flowery fabric and with a lot of tiny buttons.<br />
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And my favourite combo: silver V-necked cardigan over brown velvet maxi skirt for evening wear. Choker and boots optional. <br />
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And a tamed hippy look: long hair parted in the
middle, fringed suede waistcoat, A-line suede miniskirt, platform boots
that reached mid-calf, fringed suede bag. The palette was ochre, olive and brown, or if you were prepared to stand out in Godalming, brown and purple. Perfect for skipping
through puddles and dancing through fields. Unfortunately you needed a slim
figure and a sweet, dim smile.<br />
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There was a Minnie Mouse, 40s revival look with polka dots and high-heeled strap shoes (that Roxy Music album cover is 1972).<br />
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Middle-class girls wore baggy sweaters with daring V necks – that
hadn’t been seen since the 50s. Older ladies were still wearing “big
hair”, with high round necks or
polo necks which did them no favours at all. You wore a narrow
belt over the jersey (or a jacket), sometimes in the same fabric and
with a plastic 30s style buckle. Belts were a cheap way of looking
stylish.<br />
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Sociology lecturers wore corduroy dresses or smocks with wide, short, cuffed sleeves and a yoke right across the
bust, worn over a too-small polo neck. This costume went with a Purdey hairstyle. When the fringe got too long, you cut it yourself, too
short and straight across. The male version was longish curly hair and a
wild beard, plus glasses, concealing the entire face apart from the
nose. <br />
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Serious people were very serious in the 70s, and it
was the done thing to be drab. Oddly enough, the drab people all paired
off, despite looking deliberately frumpy, and thinking that love was a bourgeois construct and romance a
tool of patriarchy.<br />
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Knitting patterns showed smiling women with long, straight hair performing practical tasks – like feeding horses. Thick jumpers in “natural” wool expressed “togetherness” (according to actress Sophie Grabol), also a rejection of capitalist values. Bouclé yarn was in, and by the late 70s: Aran, Aran, Aran, worn with a man's flat cap or tweed solar topee. <br />
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I adopted the look, from the top:<br />
gaucho hat<br />
thick Aran cardigan, leather belt<br />
several “prairie” tiered skirts, the underneath ones showing<br />
knee-boots<br />
Fellow
students thought it was a bit avant garde. It was hard to get Aran
cardigans, you either went to Ireland or
knitted your own. (Crochet versions were available.)<br />
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We tucked our flares into our knee-boots, creating a Russian look. Designers created Russian style tunics to go with it, and Cossack trousers. Did the boots spell the end of the flare? Or was it cycle clips? Or leg warmers? With skinny jeans you don’t need cycle clips.<br />
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I'm still following the advice of Caterine Milinaire's <b><a href="https://amzn.to/38ENL5p" target="_blank"><i>Cheap Chic</i></a></b>
(charity shops, army surplus). Some of our odd mix-and-match looks were
the result of earning very little (our employers assumed that
we were still living at home or that daddy had bought us a flat). And
back then army-surplus clothes preserved 40s designs. I wore Land Girl brown
corduroy breeches and navy serge sailor trousers. But it was difficult being a large girl of 5ft 9in.<br />
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<a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/the-way-we-wore-60s-style.html"><b>60s clothes here.</b></a>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-76530289024812166082016-02-22T11:34:00.001-08:002016-02-22T11:34:51.378-08:00The Polite Approach by Moira Redmond<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br /><b>The Polite Approach is an etiquette book written in the 80s by Moira Redmond, of the blog <a href="http://clothesinbooks.blogspot.co.uk/">Clothes in Books</a>. Have things changed since then? In some ways yes, in others, not much. It is an easy read, in a humorous style.<br /></b>Nobody really needs to know how to address a bishop in a telegram - if they ever did. Her best advice is about conversation (see under "personal security and privacy"). "If someone asks you questions you are not obliged to answer" - questions like "Are you pregnant yet?" Her recommendation? "Looking very shocked and asking 'I can't believe you asked me that!'"<br /><br />And don't dish out medical disinformation, or information about others' ailments that they didn't volunteer ("She can't eat cheese because..."). Don't live others' lives for them (unless, in my opinion, they are being conned by a professional).<br /><br />"Anyone who laughs at you or sneers, or makes assumptions about you based solely on your name, accent or income is being very impolite, and is someone you need not bother with." Unless you sound posh, she says, in which people will assume you're rich, and this will make you popular. (In some circles! In others, it will make you very UNpopular, and the butt of people's jokes. Especially in the lefty 80s.)<br /><br />One thing that really has changed is that we talk on the telephone far less. She reminded me how ghastly it was when people rang who hadn't even "got a first sentence ready". (So much for spontaneity, which was much praised at the time.) The people who rang when you were sleeping after a night shift - and told you off for being asleep at that hour. If you used a friend's phone for a long-distance call you were supposed to estimate the cost and reimburse them (I remember having to do this in a shared house, writing down all phone calls in a book... Did long-distance calls really cost that much?).<br /><br />"You shouldn't be asked to conduct remote control conversations through the bathroom door." And something else I don't miss: the people who rang and asked you what you'd been doing when the phone rang. Why did it take you so long to answer? And then they monologued for two hours. People who phoned at work wanting a very personal discussion ("Oh, but I thought you had your own office!").<br /><br />Answering machines had just come in: "People get frightfully worked up about these useful objects. Half the world thinks they're an abomination and not only refuse to use them but see it as an insult to be asked. The other half... are infuriated by people who won't leave a message." I was enraged by those who left an irritated message, adding their phone number as an afterthought in a rapid, inaudible gabble. I changed my message to say "Please leave a number SLOWLY." I then got sarcastic messages ("Was that slow enough for you?").<br /><br />Social kissing was relatively new: "It has undoubtedly become an accepted social gesture... despite some people's horror and sneers..." Kissing, answering machines – wait till someone invents that frightful Facebook!<br /><b><br /></b>Redmond is helpful on dating, especially on the initial fiction that you are going to a movie because you want to see the latest blockbuster or art house product, and going for a meal because you're hungry or you've never tried Estonian cuisine... But then we come to "staying the night".<br /><br />"If you wish to go home together that is not a question of etiquette, and you are on your own." Oh, Moira, that's just when we NEED etiquette! Back then night buses were few and we couldn't afford taxis. You leave the restaurant, after no previous discussion, no lingering looks or handholding (probably politically incorrect in the 80s) – does one of you say "Your place or mine?" Or should the woman, instead of saying brightly "Well, that was lovely - I must rush or I'll miss the last tube!" hover wordlessly while gazing into the bloke's eyes? Or should she say, "Well, what happens now?" Any suggestions gratefully received.Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-62711505194377115032016-02-19T13:03:00.001-08:002016-03-10T15:48:54.817-08:00Fashion Crimes of the 20th Century<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><br />20s, 30s</b><br />
Little girls’ skirts became very short – miniskirt length. In summer, they wore matching bloomers underneath (same material as the dress.) In winter, they wore bloomers and <b>leggings</b> – buttoned gaiters reaching from ankle to hip. These disappeared in the 40s, but the bloomers survived into the 50s. The very short skirts slipped down the class system until little girls begin wearing - gasp! - trousers in about 1965.<br />
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From the 30s to the 60s, women’s shoes had <b>thin soles</b> and were freezing in winter. They were designed for people who took taxis everywhere. You could wear galoshes over them, but there were no practical boots until the mid-60s. Older people were rather shocked by them, and thought the boots “kinky”.<br />
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<b>50s</b><br />
<i>I remember one contemporary who always put on <b>hat and gloves</b> to go to the Bodleian (Oxford University’s library); however, we free spirits thought that a touch formal. But I had been plagued by gloves, as an adolescent. They had to be worn or carried on all but the most informal outings; without them, it seemed, my station in life would not be apparent. Puzzled but biddable, I spent several years losing slimy nylon objects until eventually liberated by student life and common sense.</i> (Penelope Lively, <i>A House Unlocked</i>)<br />
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Middle-aged women had a <b>“best” outfit </b>for the opera, a charity ball or the Palace: an evening dress with a long, full skirt, a draped or pleated bodice, and shoulder straps. They were frumpy, and weren’t kind to most 50-year-olds. The ladies still wore diamonds from the 19th century: rings, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, sometimes even a tiara. <br />
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By the 60s, all change – arms and shoulders were covered, and older ladies wore <b>tailored evening dresses</b> (short or long). There was nowhere to put the diamonds (which now didn’t look right), so bodices were covered in rhinestones, sequins or paillettes. The same kind of dress (sometimes sleeveless) was worn as concert gear by singers, well into the 70s. I remember waiting impatiently for them to catch up. Now women singers and musicians are chosen for their looks and wear barely-there dresses. I’m not sure this is an improvement.<br />
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60s<br />
Despite mod and miniskirts, most middle-aged women didn’t even buy new clothes, and still wore<b> thick wool coats and ageing hats</b>. But some went misguidedly overboard for the “dolly bird” style, with minidresses and white knee socks. <br />
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The top of the minidress was <b> modest</b> and puritanical with a high neck, long sleeves and a white collar and cuffs. The skirt showed your pants when you were standing up. The following year girls wore the dresses as shirts over trousers.<br />
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In the late 60s some adults suddenly decided to “move with the times”, grow sideboards and their hair long, and wear <b>white turtleneck shirts</b> with a dinner jacket (if men). Women adopted the fortune teller look. It wasn’t an era for dignity or tailoring. Some unfortunately stuck like that.<br />
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Little old ladies in Peckham wore a uniform: <b>turquoise waisted knee-length raincoat</b> from M&S, American tan tights, shoes. In winter, their legs were cold as they didn’t wear trousers, or boots. And their skirts were too short.<br />
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<b>70s</b><br />
An outfit I wore briefly: afro hair; big russet cardigan in tweed effect yarn, with a belt; crimplene A line midi skirt diagonally striped in navy and white. We’ll pass over the home-made calico smock and blue snakeskin clogs...<br />
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Teachers wore a pudding basin haircut, and a <b>corduroy dress</b> with wide short sleeves, a big collar, and a yoke across the bust. They wore the dress over a shirt.<br />
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Conservative people took up hippy fashions and tamed them: psychedelic robes became<b> lurid maxi dresses.</b><br />
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It was quite a milestone when people of our generation started wearing <b>suits</b> – it seemed like selling out to The Man. <br />
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<b>80s</b><br />
Professional women wore <b>suits with short-sleeved jackets</b> (especially in yellow or lilac – they hung on too long among MPs).<br />
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<b>Stylish hats</b> were plonked onto long hair – hats need an updo.<br />
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An outfit I wore briefly in the 80s: I took a YHA sheet sleeping bag, cut off the top and bottom, cut some “armholes” and sewed up the “shoulders”. I then dyed it French navy. I wore it over a gathered broderie Anglaise petticoat (also home-made) with a belt. A Bananarama felt hat went with it.<br />
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<a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/the-way-we-wore-extravagant-fashions.html"><b>More extreme fashions.</b></a><br />
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<br /><br />For most of the 20th century, middle class men and women wore hats out of doors. Going bare-headed meant you were very Bohemian, or too poor to afford a hat. Working class men wore caps; working class women wore shawls over their heads. During the war and after, women wore headscarves tied under the chin. <br /><br />In the 1960s, change was in the air and the middle classes got the idea that society was now classless: Cockneys became celebrity photographers, and young people copied the way they spoke. Somehow ditching hats was part of this new egalitarianism. If you had no hat, you couldn’t raise it or tip it to anybody. And forget about being respectable! <br /><br />Oddly, at the same time broad-brimmed hats (with a long colourful scarf around the crown) became a fashion item. These quickly ossified into a respectable hat for the kind of lady who had never shed the headgear - in beetle green, orange or chocolate. <br /><br />In the 70s women wore woolly cloche hats in cold weather, or safari hats (based on the solar topee); in the 80s they wore saucer hats at weddings and the races, but universal hat-wearing was over. <br /><br />For several decades, people went mainly bare-headed. They got wet in the rain, and cold in winter, their hairstyles were ruined and the sun got into their eyes. By the noughties, the only hat options for men (on sale at roadside stalls or in newsagents and hardly a fashion item) were baseball caps (unwearable by the middle classes because American) or ski hats (what the Americans call beanies). <br /><br />Men have more hat opportunities now. In the 60s it was quite cool to tie a headscarf at the back of the neck, but sadly headscarves of any kind have never returned.<br /><br /><a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/the-way-we-wore-extravagant-fashions.html"><b>More clothes here.</b></a><br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-73010959503272496912016-02-19T08:24:00.001-08:002016-02-19T12:38:41.068-08:00The Way We Wore: Extravagant Fashions<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b>There are fashions that get more and more extreme until they vanish. Hair gets higher and higher, crinolines get wider and wider – but you wonder how people lived with some of these. A dance dress so long that you had to pick up the skirt and hold it over your arm? </b><br />
<b>Leg o’ mutton sleeves</b> 1830s, 1890s, 1930s Sometimes called gigot sleeves - that's French for leg of mutton.<br />
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<b>Big hair and hats</b> 1910s These huge dos were constructed over pads made of the wearer's own hair. You kept the combings from your (waist-length) hair in a "hair-tidy", and made it into what were called "rats". Lovely! <br />
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<b>Big hair</b> 1770s The heroine of the novel Evelina describes having her hair curled and done up over a cushion that sat on the top of her head – and then covered with white powder. I don't know why this hairstyle is blamed on Madame de Pompadour. <br />
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<b>Beehive hairdo </b>1960s Terrible tales were told of women who never took their hair down and ended up playing host to some six-legged friends. The same stories were told of ladies from the 18th century. Early 60s hairstyles were ludicrously labour-intensive - the setting on rollers, drying and then back-combing took hours. You wore a chiffon scarf over it to keep the rain off - anything heavier, like a hat, would have squashed it.<br />
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<b>Crinolines</b> reached new breadths in the 1860s.<br />
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<b>Panniers</b> 18th century They're called after the saddlebags you use on your bicycle (or horse or donkey). You end up with a skirt shaped like the back of a sofa.<br />
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<b>Platform shoes</b> 1970s (and 16th cent Venice). Groovy!<br />
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<b>Corsets </b>made waists smaller and smaller from the 1830s on (though tales of 19-inch waists are exaggerated, say fashion historians).<br />
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<b>Miniskirts</b> 1960s I know they’ve been back several times, but they've never been so short as they wre in the late 60s. You had to adopt a new way of sitting – knees together, feet apart. If you dropped anything you had to curtsey to pick it up again. And you couldn't bend over at all.<br />
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<b>Trains</b> Late 19th century You had to drape them over your arm when you danced. Sometimes they had a loop on the hem that you put your little finger through. You also had to cope with a reticule hanging from your wrist.<br />
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<b>Stiletto heels and pointy toes</b> 1960s, early 00s, 15th century.<br />
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<b>Boys' shorts,</b> or "short trousers" were originally teamed with thick wool stockings, and came down to the knee. In the 60s/70s, when hems rose and girls’ shorts became tiny, prep school boys’ shorts did too and the poor lads suffered from hypothermia.<br />
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<b>Opera-length gloves</b> In the late 1800s, shoulder-length kid gloves were worn with evening dress. At dinner, you removed the hand bit and tucked it into the arm bit. Their status was defined by the number of buttons.<br /><br /><b>Fontange: </b>In the early 18th century, fashionable ladies wore a “fontange”, a lace and ribbon covered framework that stuck up from the top of the head. “Technically, fontanges are only part of the assembly, referring to the ribbon bows which support the frelange. The frelange was supported by a wire framework called a commode.” (Wikipedia) According to fashion historian James Laver, a later variation was to tilt the framework forwards like a unicorn’s horn. The whole shebang morphed into the mob cap, and as hairstyles expanded, so did the caps. Eventually the cap perched on top of an outrageous padded updo.<br /><br />Did these offensively decadent fashions really exist during the French Revolution: a red string round the neck, and a hairstyle <b>à la guillotine</b>? Parisian women really did add straw to their coiffures, inspired by mad Ophelia in a visiting English production of Hamlet. <br /><br />
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<a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/the-way-we-wore-60s-style.html"><b>More clothes here.</b></a>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-56436661218489243622016-01-06T15:25:00.002-08:002016-01-30T11:52:26.797-08:00Eighties Buildings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b>INSPIRATIONS: Toytown. Egyptian revival (again). Art Deco. Palisades. Coronets (cylinder with spikes round the top). Totem poles. Let’s shove together the Platonic solids and make them huge. Give it that “assembled from a kit” look. Let’s copy those Victorian warehouses we’ve been renovating. And put a Greek temple on the top. Combine the following:</b><br />
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angular greenhouse on the top of a building<br />
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lunettes (and anything lunette-shaped)<br />
giant fanlights<br />
triple giant fanlights like a child’s drawing of a cloud<br />
shallow curves<br />
giant silver tubes <br />
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stripes, stripes, stripes<br />
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neon <br />
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bay windows<br />
dark-blue mirror tinted windows, copper tinted windows<br />
square windows divided into squares<br />
windows with shallow curved tops<br />
round porthole windows <br />
wraparound windows<br />
square windows with rounded corners<br />
diamond windows (square windows tilted 45 degrees)<br />
oriel windows <br />
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outsize, misused classical motifs<br />
giant pediments<br />
pyramids<br />
balls<br />
round towers<br />
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catslide roofs<br />
Swiss chalet roofs in case it snows <br />
Italian villa overhanging roofs<br />
barrel vaults, barrel roofs<br />
sharply peaked roofs<br />
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grids<br />
treillage (garden trellis-work)<br />
lattice, red lattice, red window frames<br />
as above, in Kelly green<br />
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ribs, slats, struts, Meccano<br />
steel and glass porticos<br />
metal clapboarding<br />
corrugated metal<br />
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ziggurats<br />
ziggurat-inspired stepped patterns<br />
upside-down ziggurat patterns<br />
upside-down ziggurat windows with square panes<br />
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pillars, big fat squat pillars, fluted pillars<br />
arches and pillars that support nothing <br />
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pastel pink and green<br />
terracotta, brown, pink, yellow ochre<br />
pink marble<br />
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silver and glass<br />
tinted glass<br />
rusticated bottom storey, all-over rustication<br />
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buildings that look like spaceships<br />
panopticons<br />
metal balconies<br />
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rows of square or circular motifs along a “pediment”, or circle in square motifs<br />
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atria with splashing fountains, waterfalls and trees (nice)<br />
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formal gardens with lattices, struts, slats, pergolas, gazebos, oriental plants, fountains<br />
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Put them all together and you've got <b>Postmodernism</b>.<br />
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<b><a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/more-80s-style.html">More eighties style here.</a></b><br />
<br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-74021323896384832032016-01-01T02:42:00.000-08:002016-08-15T01:10:16.219-07:00More 80s Style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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LIGHTING<br />
optical fibre lamps<br />
globe lamps<br />
lamps with a globe in two hands <br />
All these were sold by shops that also sold indoor water features and reproduction phrenological heads.<br />
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tulip wall lights <br />
lamps in the shape of old movie cameras or spot lights<br />
quarter-circle wall uplighters <br />
uplighters of all kinds<br />
replica 30s bankers’ desk lights <br />
No cylindrical lampshades were seen during the 80s. They were a
throwback to the 50s, 60s and 70s (shudder). Lampshades were all
conical, coolie-hat shape, often pleated.<br />
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THINGS<br />
Kilims (woven oriental carpets) were very in, and were quickly turned into fabric design and plastic tablecloths. These lived on in cafés for far too long, in shades of navy, ochre, burgundy and forest green. And you had the fun of saying “kileem” when anyone rhymed them with “gym” or called them “keelims”. "Kilim" was the 80s’ "quinoa". The kilims (and cushions made of old ones) faded, rotted and were thrown out. <br />
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square mirrors with a row of smaller squares round the edge<br />mirrors with art nouveau lilies<br />
mirrors with Op Art (Albers)<br />
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Mockintash mugs with roses (still around the 90s and you couldn’t NOT like them, same with the Clarice Cliff knockoffs)<br />
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Lazy Susans (revolving wooden tray for your pepper and salt grinders) Part of a genre of shiny, lacquered wooden kitchenware (salt and pepper grinders, salad bowls and servers, pestles and mortars) that arrived in the 70s. You could even get a chequerboard wood pestle and mortar. <br />
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glass heads, glass blocks<br />
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marble – and an Ancient Roman bling look in general<br />marble platonic solids (white, black, peach)<br />
chequerboard marble ashtray<br />
obelisks, sometimes marble, small ones to store your rings <br />
fake marble tiles with fake marble tile dadoes <br />
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ornate “antique” bird cages (Corsican ironwork?), minus the birds<br />
"hippo birdie two ewes" cards<br />
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FURNITURE<br />
dark brown cupboards with fake leaded glass, or early 1800s Chinese-style lattice-work<br />
black ash furniture <br />
plaid sofas and chairs<br />
cylindrical steel planters<br />
modular seating<br />
built-in bench seating round the walls<br />
venetian blinds <br />
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<a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2015/12/80s-colours-and-patterns.html"><b>More here, and links to the rest.</b></a>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-11232320545582793632015-12-31T02:15:00.004-08:002015-12-31T02:15:50.004-08:0080s Colours and Patterns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><b>It wasn't just neon. Some colour combinations just scream "80s!", especially pink and jade diagonal flashes. Stripes, stripes, stripes were everywhere, and "black plus a colour".</b><br /><br /><br />COLOURS<br />pseudo kilim patterns on plastic tablecloths in shades of<b> navy, jade,
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DIAGONALS<br /> tongue and groove on ceilings<br />stripes on carpet<br /> wall and floor tiles set diagonally<br />stripes on crockery<br /> white slashes painted on in pairs to look like reflections on a shiny surface<br /> wood cladding<br /> blocks of green, pink and purple on anoraks for fell-walking <br /> fences<br /> fabric<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />SURFACES<br />rag rolling and sponging<br />“artisanal” beige tiles <br />wallpaper with white trellis arches and pink flowers <br />mosaic tiles (in bathrooms, but also on tables, trays, placemats and coasters)<br />dupion taffeta (especially plaid)<br />fabric printed with strawberries or slices of cake<br />basket-work wallpaper in black and gold like the seat of a cane-bottomed chair<br />fake leaded windows<br />splatter paint, speckled finishes that came in a can<br />trellis-effect tiles<br /><br />SHAPES<br />isosceles triangles<br />half circles<br />octagons<br />the Crafts Council gold swirl<br /><br /><a href="http://thewaywelivedthen.blogspot.co.uk/2015/12/eighties-decor.html"><b>More here, and links to the rest.</b></a>Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035098093706028413.post-42841356767789220362015-12-30T11:50:00.002-08:002015-12-30T11:50:18.116-08:0080s Art<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>In the 80s, you hung prints showing:</b><br /><br />blue skies, clouds and checkerboard floors<br /><br />sunlit terraces without people but with highball glasses with straws, deckchairs or directors’ chairs, white cane furniture, ombré shadows, umbrellas furled and unfurled. Throw in a straw hat with a ribbon, a pavilion and a swimming pool<br /><br />French windows opening onto terraces with white furniture and a cocktail glass with an umbrella, and a distant prospect of apricot and grey ombré mist (John Sovjani).<br /><br />poolside scenes, beach umbrellas and empty deck chairs, turquoise sea, ultramarine sky, the edge of a pool, part of a deck chair, part of a garden chair with diagonal stripes<br /><br />conservatory interior with palms and white ironwork <br /><br />
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<br /><br />poppies and wheat, irises and lilies, daffodils, bird of paradise flowers<br /><br />Venetian blinds and their shadows<br /><br />neon slogans, especially in pink <br /><br />cocktails splashing as a cherry is dropped in, with detailed reflections on the drops, splashes etc (All done by hand.) <br /><br />Victorian greenhouses, ombré sunsets, unicorns, airbrushing, reflections, humorous sheep, Raybans, rainbows <br /><br />woman with saucer hat tilted over eyes, lipstick mouth, black gloves, lots of diagonal crayon strokes (Ferraro)<br /><br />pastel gardens with white lattice arches for roses, lattices for creepers, white trellis, and pergolas with lots of mauve flowers: wistaria, lilacs and lupins. Especially lilacs.<br /><br />
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<br />MORE WALL ART<br />Western-style Japanese paintings of misty trees (someone called them “watery Zen landscapes”)<br /><br />large framed sepia photographs of country scenes or small girls in white pinafores<br /><br />pierrot masks, Escher and Arcimboldo prints <br /><br />copper fish moulds in your kitchen for making mousses and terrines<br /><br />Cafés had a lot of b/w photos of 40s film stars in narrow frames, and reproductions of Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks <br /><br />20s Vogue and Harper’s covers<br /><br />Art by: Paul Iribe, Patrick Nagel, John Kiraly, Georgia O’Keeffe, B.B. La Femme, Scott Nellis, Razzia, Walt Curlee, David Allgood (daffodils), Antonio Lopez, Manuel Nunez, Gordon Beningfield<br /><br />
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<br />COLLECTIBLES<br />Cream art deco teapots in the shape of racing cars, 18th century architectural plans, old advertising, Clarice Cliff, Goss china, china animals and cottages, amusing teapots in the shape of an Aga with a teapot on it, Lilliput Lane miniature cottages and buildings, pottery hedgehogs. “Collectable” china thimbles and commemorative plates advertised on the back pages of colour supplements. Huge baroque carved-wood barometers and wall clocks.<br /><br />
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Was 80s design all Memphis and Sotsass – bizarre shapes, graffiti scrawls and primary colours? 80s design was many things. Kate of the wonderful <b><a href="http://mirror80.com/">mirror80.com</a></b> blog sums up:<br />
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Rattan flourishes, especially on furniture <br />
A tropical palette, reflected in soft-toned floral fabric and teal cushions<br />
Lush vegetation motifs, from house and patio plants to fabrics and wall decor<br />
Ceramic vases in signature ’80s colors <br />
Asian touches, such as porcelain vases and wall art<br />
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Brass accents, tessellated stone that covers each piece in seamlessly applied squares, and Deco-style geometric shapes. (mirror80.com)<br />
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Anything with a grid on it. (mirror80.com)<br />
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Stair-step and diamond motifs. Teal, mauve, peach, purple and turquoise. (mirror80.com)<br />
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Rattan furniture, tropical vegetation and animal motifs were distinct trends of the time. Even the prominent clouds peeking in from the window [white painted, lattice French doors half open] … were a signature ’80s theme, often showcased in surreal artwork of the era. [French doors have white venetian blinds, there’s a rattan circular glass-topped table and a screen painted with a palm tree and lianas.] (mirror80.com)<br />
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Perhaps she’ll do <i>Murder She Wrote</i> now – Jessica is always staying in a hotel room with pastel flowery paper, pale Chinese vases and fabulous wall art. And the villains’ offices are full of potted palms.<br />
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There were many themes to choose from:<br />
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Black lacquer bedroom suites vaguely copied 30s and Japanese style. You sat at the dressing table in front of the pink shell-shaped mirror wearing an acetate kimono or Chinese style viscose dress with a large lily motif. Tables were low, black and Chinese style with curved legs. Art and square lanterns had Chinese characters allegedly for Life, Health and Happiness.<br />
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Translucent walls with a grid pattern recalled Japanese paper room dividers. The room was lit with square pleated paper lampshades. On the walls hung hexagonal Feng Shui mirrors and outsized red paper fans. Fan patterns were common, especially on the back of your pale pink kimono, combined with Japanese mon designs of cranes, wheat, bamboo, geometric symbols. Bamboo was big, bamboo chairs were black, and you ate off black hexagonal plates.<br />
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There was a hedgehog+brambles+conkers aesthetic. Probably with berries. And autumn leaves and blackberries – Brambly Hedge. Corn dollies, straw hats with straw flowers, and miniature versions of the same, went with this look. The Flower Fairies were fashionable – were the books reprinted? I’m seeing apple blossom. There were endless Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady products, and Country Living magazines. <br />
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Apricot, chalky blue, primrose yellow. You could do a whole room in pastels with diagonal slashes, tulips, coolie-hat lampshades, Chinese vases, ikat fabrics.<br />
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HIGH TECH<br />
Graphic designers in red-framed uber-spectacles worked at home and decorated their entire home in graph paper: mugs, fablon, curtains, probably coasters and cushions. Green on white or red on white. Room dividers and wall units were made of bolted-together scaffolding with chickenwire panels, or sheets of aluminium with holes like offcuts from some industrial process. Or was the inspiration punched paper tape from old computers? The inmates slept on futons and threw rubbish into wire bins. They used offcuts of hardboard with holes in to hang things off (with coloured pegs and wire hooks). Their children slept in wooden bunk beds with built-in desks, and their wives hung their kitchen equipment from butcher’s hooks. <br />
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ART DECO<br />
The look revolved around huge fake Art Deco glass scent bottles (perhaps the real thing were for bath salts, not scent), “keystone” mirrors, round mirrors, apricot and mint colour schemes, curved vases, Hollywood beds on platforms. Pictures showed women with marcel waves getting into vintage taxis, or a single cocktail glass.<br />
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NOSTALGIA<br />
Heavily influenced by the Victorians, this look combined flowery wallpaper, a flowery dado strip, a stripy dado, round tables with a long tablecloth, cushions, crocheted curtains, chintz, stencils, pastel pleated coolie-hat lampshades, crocheted lampshades (both terrible dust traps), roses, frills, pink, lace, stripes, pelmets, collectables, German rustic wooden kitchens, dried flowers, dressers stacked with flowery china, pine, pine, pine… with apricot. And then IKEA told us to "chuck out the chintz" and "don't let that doily spoil everything".<br />
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AWFUL<br />
Very posh interiors had yellow walls and an antique globe. Sloane Rangers tried to recreate a stately home in a small flat in Fulham with a lot of forest green and burgundy, chintz and elaborate pelmets. Their china was dark green with a gold rim, or white with fluting. They liked original Victorian dark marble fire surrounds and prints of prisons by Piranesi. Their Redouté rose prints are now all faded and found at boot sales. <br />
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The middle classes went for chrome yellow, green and tomato, on twee fabric printed with all-over giraffes, stars or bears. Red and green tulip prints on chrome yellow. Rainbows in children’s bedrooms. French navy/old rose/jade/gold tiles in the kitchen. They painted floorboards white and scattered handwoven rugs that wrinkled, gathered dust and tripped you up. They filled low shelves with nicknacks from their holidays in Nicaragua and Nepal, sent each other greetings cards with sentimental cartoons, and read their children right-on fairy stories (“And so she left the prince in his palace and walked off alone into the sunset dressed in a brown paper bag”).<br />
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Essex Man loved square mirrors set diamond-wise, mirrors printed with pubiana or palm trees, amusing teapots, lamps with a globe in two hands, miniature or life-size film spotlights, glass-topped tables, lots of chrome and brass. And a jukebox.<br />
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The idea that we’ve come full-circle to the medieval Great Hall with our "modern" open-plan "living spaces" is now a cliché. But...<br />
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"Greater iPad use is causing a demand for quiet spaces around the home," says the Guardian Nov 2015. Will we start building walls again?<br />
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The classic "country house" living room is big, light and airy. There’s a large mirror on the narrow mantelpiece over the fireplace, to reflect light into the room. Between two high windows is a tallboy or commode: a high chest of drawers on legs. On its top are a few antique items (candlesticks, Chinese vases), and above them on the wall is a circular convex mirror – again to reflect light into the room. <br />
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How did people live in those huge rooms? Judging by contemporary paintings, they created a “camp” around the fireplace with easy chairs, stools, occasional tables. Light chairs for guests were set against the wall, so that if people called you could easily carry a chair into the circle for them. (We admire Regency furniture for its "light" look – so unlike heavy Victoriana – but it was all about portability. Though you probably rang for a servant to move the tables.)<br />
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In one watercolour, the round table is set with a carafe of water and some fruit. Books are in shelves set into niches. A table near the window is being used as a desk. It’s on castors, so it could be pushed against the wall if necessary, as are the easy chairs and tea-table. At the far end of the room is another fireplace in an apse, with niches on either side holding comfortable sofas. Huge French windows lead into the garden. <br />
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In the centre of the room is a Chinese carpet that acts like a picnic rug – delineating the territory so that the furniture doesn’t look lost. In the centre of the rug (and the room) is a circular table with a long, thick cloth over it to protect its surface and hide its legs. On it is a bowl of pot-pourri. It’s convenient for reading, writing or putting down a tea tray. Also leaning against the wall is a folding table that can be brought out for cards or teacups. On the walls are light, bright pictures and in the corner is a chaise-longue for resting on. (You can’t lie on your bed during the day because you will untidy it and make work for the servants. Poor Charlotte Brontë used to rest sitting in a chair by her bed, leaning her head on her pillow.)<br />
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Most of this is from a wonderful painting of an interior by Walter Taylor, 1860-1943. It looks like a first-floor drawing room in a Georgian town house. A first-floor room will also have a better view and get more natural daylight.<br />
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A watercolour of the drawing room at Cheverells by Charlotte Augusta Sneyd shows a large Victorian drawing room very like today’s “open-plan space”. There’s a pier glass at the end of the room, reflecting the window; chairs and a settle (high-backed sofa) by the fire. There’s another settle against the wall near the window, with a sturdy table in front of it piled with sewing gear. On a round table (again covered by a cloth) under the window are newspapers, books and a knitting basket. In the far corner of the room are a harp and piano. All very cosy – everybody can gather in the warm and get on with doing their own thing, using the natural light from the window. (But Emily’s harp practice might have cut into your reading.)<br />
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But where on earth do you put the TV? How about “in another room”? <br />
<br />Lucy R. Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08632983296994349550noreply@blogger.com0