This dress looks like the worst sort of High School play gown. I mean, come ON, even in the 1890’s, who the hell would schlep around that much extra gown? In a world without consistently paved streets, trodden by horses and their concomitant stuff, etc.?
Well, she’s hunched over a bit, trying to lift those voluminous skirts. That’s why it’s so obviously a costume–it’s sized for someone else or a different dress size, etc. In the Victorian era, whether made by tailoring seamstresses, or by their own hands, young ladies wore clothing fitted to them (even if retrofitted from an older sister’s dress or whatever).
Nobody in their right mind would be seen in such an ill-fitting disaster as that for many reasons.
(As in, not to be sexist, but we are talking the 1900’s, who would want to marry a girl with such incredibly crappy vision, or sewing skills? Gadzooks!)
red
3 years ago
Don’t you just hate it when a UFO crashes into the old Gothic church and you’re looking the other way because your dress is stuck under a tottering tombstone shaped like the town hall?
This dress looks like the worst sort of High School play gown. I mean, come ON, even in the 1890’s, who the hell would schlep around that much extra gown? In a world without consistently paved streets, trodden by horses and their concomitant stuff, etc.?
I wonder whose gown it is? Clearly isn’t hers, unless she’s a hunchback.
Well, she’s hunched over a bit, trying to lift those voluminous skirts. That’s why it’s so obviously a costume–it’s sized for someone else or a different dress size, etc. In the Victorian era, whether made by tailoring seamstresses, or by their own hands, young ladies wore clothing fitted to them (even if retrofitted from an older sister’s dress or whatever).
Nobody in their right mind would be seen in such an ill-fitting disaster as that for many reasons.
(As in, not to be sexist, but we are talking the 1900’s, who would want to marry a girl with such incredibly crappy vision, or sewing skills? Gadzooks!)
Don’t you just hate it when a UFO crashes into the old Gothic church and you’re looking the other way because your dress is stuck under a tottering tombstone shaped like the town hall?