It could be magic at the Copacabana!

It could be magic at the Copacabana!

Here I am in very sunny Palm Springs waiting for my editor to get back to me with the 2nd edit.

So, while I’m waiting what shall I do? Mmm…? I know what I should do, and that is to get cracking on the fourth novel in my Clifton Chronicles series for the Brickdales, the Collinson’s, Lady Lavinia, and the rest of the cast who are old and new inhabitants of Clifton, are all waiting in the wings, champing at the bit, so to speak, and eager to be called to play their part.

But wait they must for at the moment my mind is focused on tracking down Barry Manilow.

This, dear readers may sound impossible, but as he lives a couple of blocks away from me in Palm Springs …?

So what should I do? Don my posh frock and hang out in cocktail bars? Wander the supermarket aisles humming Mandy loud enough to catch his ear?

What I do do is go to the library practically every day for surely he reads? Apparently not.

Unlike my Passionate Pursuit of Peter Strauss (see former blog) I seem to be getting nowhere.

I could I suppose, don my running shoes and jog up and down in his street, but in this heat (it’s 103f today)? I think not – hot and bothered is not exctly the look I want when I ‘bump into Barry.

And when I do? Could it be Magic? Will he take one look at me and be Ready to Take a Chance Again? (of course he will). Will we stroll  through the Indian Canyons; our hands entwined, and sing with One Voice?  Will we dance beneath a starry desert sky? Will he sing   I Can’t Smile Without You  and will I smile joyfully and think it  Looks Like we Made It? Oo-err! That would be good, wouldn’t it?

MEANWHILE… back in the real world, I have discovered that said songster had a hip replacement at Christmas and will probably not be up to dancing beneath a desert sky for a while. So I think will abandon my search, and chanel my imaginings to the shananigins in Regency Clifton. I plan a Christmas story with at least one duke and one virgin!

Look out for A Chance Encounter the third novel in my Clifton Chronicles series, which is published by Musa and due for release soon.

Thanks for dropping by.

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Clifton, computers and church.

As I sidle into the Musa chat room I cannot believe I’ve been absent without leave, so to speak, since last year when my computer crashed spectacularly taking my pearls of wisdom with it.

Unfortunately, not only was I in a foreign country at the time,but I had also forgotten  to take my memory stick on which I’d thoughtfully backed up all my writing, and with the third book in my Clifton Chronicles series A Chance Encounter due to be released on 20th April, I was well and truly in the proverial … until after Christmas whenI could go forth and purchase a new machine. Actually, in anticipation of such a disaster I had transferred some work to igoogle, but found it impossible to work with.

However, thanks to my new and lovely Sony Vaio I’m back on track, and having sent the first draft of A Chance Encounter to, Tamara, my editor at Musa, I have time on my hands to Blog until I hear from her.

And with that time, I would like to say how much in awe I am of my Musa chums who are posting/blogging on a daily basis. Where do they find the time to write their books, I ask myself? And they obviously do as their sales will bear testiment to! I bow before them and will endeavour to follow their example,  but first I must remove spider solitaire from my computer: it’s such a temptation!

I am loving writing the Clifton Chronicles series, The Clifton I write about is full of gossipy, colourful, sneaky and downright villainous characters. In A Chance Encounter, Heloise reappears, having avoided Madam Guillotine and made her escape from Paris. Her presence in Clifton instigates the arrival of Lavinia, Lady Codrington who I love, she is such a strong character. Yesterday I visited the church of St Mary Redcliffe and as I sat in my pew all I could see were the ghosts of Lady Lavinia, Mrs Carwardine, the Fallows, the Brickdale’s, the Collinson’s and all my other characters, who would have undoubtedly worshipped at what Queen Elizabeth 1st described as ‘the fairest parish church in all the land’ In A Widow’s Gamble, the Collinson’s and Lady Rawlins were seen to attend morning service there, and I plan for this very beautiful church to play a major role in Clifton Chronicles book four.

A Chance Encounter is published by Musa Publishing and will be available on 20th April 2012

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ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING

Elvis has left the building

 

Or, to put it another way, Jackie has left town.

Following my last Blog, re: the release on Friday of my forthcoming novel, A Widow’s Gamble, I have a huge piece of gossip for you, which is that Jackie Collins is no longer welcome in the world of the Clifton Chronicles. She was run out of town; sent packing by those formidable Clifton ladies who feared that she was making their virginal daughters into wantons!

And being no longer under her influence, those Clifton gals of marriageable age may now enjoy the ritual of courtship in such decorous fashion as would deem to be appropriate – a yearning look, a stolen kiss. Oh, my!

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A Widow’s Gamble

A Widow’s Gamble –Blog.

Write about what you know, is the solid advice given to a writer, and having chosen to write my Clifton Chronicles series, I am thankful that for much of my life my stamping ground has been the streets of Clifton, where I was born, in a house built in 1780.

My grandmother was part of the social circle at Ashton Court, a glorious mansion house built in the 16thc, which features in A Widows Gamble (I still have a beautiful pair of candlesticks given to her by Lady Esme, the last Lady Smythe), so it has been a joy to write about things of which I am so familiar and to be certain of my facts regarding location and times in history.

I refer to my books as Regency Romps – Jane AustenA Widow's Gamble meets Jackie Collins. I have a framed picture above my desk where I write which depicts a smiling woman with a book in her hand, and says: A racy novel kinda gal. This serves as a reminder to me of what I’m about.

A Widows Gamble will be available from Musa Publishing  from 28th October – just one week away! It’s the second in my Clifton Chronicles series, The first book in the series, A Passionate Pursuit, also now available from Musa, introduced many of the characters who will feature throughout the series as their lives in the village of Clifton interweave- a bit like the TV Soap ‘The Bold and the Beautiful’ would have been 200 years ago, perhaps – meaningful looks, heaving bosoms and the question of will they or won’t they always hanging in the air!

I am so enjoying writing the series and I hope that you will enjoy following the lives of the inhabitants of Regency Clifton and catching up with the characters in each Chronicle – like meeting up with old friends.

Fond wishes and keep reading,

Gloria Burland

 

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My beautiful launderette – More Grist for that ol’ Mill.

More Grist for that ol’ Mill.

Blogging? It’s still a bit of a mystery to me. What to say? Of course I can wax lyrical about A Widow’s Gamble, the second in my Clifton Chronicle series which will be launched for all to see on 28th October and, as it is a subject close to my heart, perhaps that’s what I should do. But not today, because we all like a good ol’ gossip and today I am going to gossip about Simon Le Bon’s undergarments. That’s right, THE Simon Le Bon of Duran Duran fame.

So pin your ears back and I will tell you a true story.

 

Once upon a time, in the Halcyon days of yesteryear – or to be precise, the 80’s – a group of wandering minstrels set sail from the shores of Britain in their very expensive yacht. Like that other oft talked about mariner, The Flying Dutchman, they wandered the oceans, searched the seven seas, until they found Mykonos, an island where life is lived with Gay abandon, an island which is beloved by the international set and renowned for it’s beauty, nude beaches, jewellery shops and extortionally priced nightlife.

Days of sipping cocktails on deck while looking out over the Mediterranean and Aegean seas had taken their toll, and half-crazy with cabin fever those wandering minstrels hove to in the island’s tiny harbour and stuffing their salt caked smalls into canvas bags they made haste to the nearest laundry service.

This is where I enter the story for it was my launderette – 10 industrial machines and 40 lines in the garden (yard) to be filled daily. And yes, sometimes things did get lost, especially socks!

I loved it when fellow countrymen called by to laugh and joke with and they didn’t disappoint. I took the offered bags and set about doing the wash having absolutely no notion that the garments I was handling (if somewhat gingerly, remember they’d been days at sea) belonged to none other than Simon Le Bon and his Duran Duran chums. It wasn’t until a star struck neighbour rushed to tell me just who the English boys, who I thought were really nice, actually were.

That evening they called by to collect and the conversation went like this.

Me: “So, what are your names?”

Simon: “ I’m Simon, and this is Jon, and this is… Where do you go in the evenings?”

Me: “I work in a bar.”

Simon and Jon: “Where? We’ll come.”

 And they did.

 Oh my! They danced the night away drinking Margarita’s which I’d made and wearing clothes which I’d washed, AND STILL I didn’t let them know I KNEW!

Finally, after an enthusiastic rendition of Bye Bye Miss American Pie, they bade their farewells and sped into the night.

And that was that. Or almost.

Sometime that night they hauled up anchor and set sail for other lands.

Now, two and a half decades on they have, without a doubt, no memory of a launderette in Mykonos, wheras I have the glorious memory of a day I became privy, nay, familiar with Simon Le Bon’s undergarments. A memory I’ve shared with you. 

Oh! And in case you are wondering those undies were scarlet, and made of silk. 

More grist for the literary mill. I guess. Ta ra for now.

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Passionately Pursuing Peter Strauss.

 

 

 

Passionately Pursuing Peter Strauss.

 

I have a T-shirt. It’s silver-grey, with short sleeves It’s 15 years old and I will never throw away. I mean never throw it away. Why? Because this is the T-shirt I wore on the day I interviewed the actor Peter Strauss.

Peter Strauss is my one great love and has been since he played Rudi Jordache in Rich Man, Poor Man. I’ve been completely faithful (apart from a slight wavering in my affections when Colin Firth strode across the screen in tight breeches. His Mr Darcy  is the template when I write. He is my Regency hero – when I created Lord Brickdale in A Passionate Pursuit, Lord Brickdale WAS  Colin Firth’s Darcy ).

 

But I digress. Right now we can forget Colin Firth, because it’s  Peter Strauss for me which is why, when I went to Los Angeles to interview the cast of The Bold &The Beautiful, I optimistically decided I would interview him as well.

Firm in the belief that anything is possible if you really want it, I began my pursuit. First contacting his agent, then his publicist – the very wonderful Howard Brandy who sadly, has since died.

 

I was in Los Angeles for a week, interviewing the B& B (they really are so beautiful in real life) while intermittently phoning Howard Brandy’s office. The calls varied from the regular  answering service ‘Please leave you message…’ to speaking with Howard who told me that Peter was busy filming in Phoenix but he’d try to fit in an interview if there was time. So I waited, and waited, until finally phoning Howard to say I’d be returning to London soon and I really needed to know if this interview was going to take place.

Well!! The next day the phone rang and, YES,  it was HIMSELF, OMG!! “Hello.”

Hello, Gloria?”

“Yes, this is Gloria Burland.”

“This is Peter Strauss. I’m sorry not to have got back to you sooner –“  He  went on talking but I couldn’t tell you what he said. Remember. This is the man I love.

Then he said, “We can either do the interview now, on the phone. Or you can come to the studio tomorrow when I’m filming. Or you could come to my home on Tuesday.

Mmmm … that’s a difficult one – let me think… phone/impersonal studio/ his real life, actual home, the place where he lives, breathes and sleeps. No contest! Blimey!

“Your home will be fine,” I said. He gave me directions and his phone number should I get lost (more Blimey! Was I dreaming?) And that was that.

 

Home is a wonderful Spanish style house set in the lush vegetation of the Ojai hills where Peter Strauss farms citrus fruit.

He made coffee, talked about his life and loves – Italy and Art  - and then it was time to go.  We shook hands and that was that.

Sadly he did not fall in love with me.

And the T-shirt? I’d like to say he touched it but that would be untrue. All I can say is that  Peter Strauss has gazed upon me wearing that T-shirt and that’s enough for me. I will never throw it away.

And why am I sharing this with you? To let you know that anything is possible if you really, really want it enough. Be it writing your first novel,  or passionately pursuing your idol. Go for it. Dreams really do come true. That’s what I believe and that’s why I write romantic fiction.

My first novel, A Passionate Pursuit (which I think of as a ‘bodice-ripping Regency romp -Jane Austen meets Jackie Collins!) is available now. It’s part of a five book series, The Clifton Chronicles and takes place in Clifton, an actual Regency village in England, where all the series will be set.

My second novel in the series,   A Widow’s Gamble is out in time for Halloween.

Both novels are available from:

MUSAPUBLISHING.COM

Good luck everyone, and remember to follow that dream.

 

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Unexpected praise from my editor

Gloria Burland’s first book, A Passionate Pursuit, impressed readers and fans alike with its lovely prose and unforgettable characters. Her second Regency romance, A Widow’s Gamble, will be released by Aurora Regency on Halloween of this year! You can find Gloria’s books at the Aurora Regency website, and be sure you check out her personal website at www.gloriaburland.com

Gloria’s hawk-eyed editor

 
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A Right Royal Connection

Well! Who’d have thought it! When Lady Diana Spencer married Prince Charles it was like a dream come true for her step-grandmother, Barbara Cartland, doyenne of the Historical romance genre (HOW many did she write?) She must have thought all her birthdays had come at once. And now we have another Royal connection, this time it’s Jane Austen and the lovely Catherine, Duchess of Cornwall no less! What? No! Really? Yep, it’s true and who would have guessed such a thing. Not I, that’s for sure. But as a writer of romantic fiction I danced around my kitchen, whooping with glee (as Mrs Middleton probably did many months ago. But that’s another story …) And how marvellous it is, this truly delicious morsel, which has been handed to us, by Ancestry.com. They, in case you haven’t yet heard, have done some digging and revealed that the newest member of the royal family, Catherine Middleton, the Duchess of Cambridge, and the legendary author, Jane Austen, are related. Well I never! And their common ancestor? That would be a certain Henry Percy, who was the 2nd Earl of Northumberland in the first half of the 15th century. Percy is Kate’s 16th great-grandfather and Austen’s 10th great-grandfather, making them 11th cousins, six times removed.

This set me thinking. Perhaps I too could lay claim to kinship with an illustrious literary personage from yesteryear? To my certain knowledge my great – great grandmother was in service at the then, very grand, Ashton Court, nr Bristol. Could she have had a romp in the hay with a guest at the house? After all, it’s well documented that Charles Dickens was a regular visitor to Bristol. Mmm … Maybe not.

But how about my paternal great-great grandma? A tough cookie that one. She set forth across the Atlantic to America: hitched a ride in a covered wagon and rode the Oregon Trail in search of something better than she’d left behind. Sadly there’s no record of weather worn Granny Alice catching the eye of a passing wordsmith. No luck there then.

But, let me tell you, I DO have a connection, albeit tenuous (through marriage) to the English-American novelist, Christopher Isherwood – though in the world of Historical romantic fiction this is hardly enough to cut the mustard. So now I’m off to do a spot of digging – with the help of Ancestry.com – and who knows what I’ll find? Shelley? Byron? Did they ever visit Bristol I wonder …?

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The Role of the Editor

The role of the editor.

The question I ask you is this, what exactly is the role of the editor? A rhetorical question, perhaps, for surely the answer is clear?
‘I know, I know,’ I hear you reply. ‘An editor’s role is to spot mistakes and edit.’
Correct, and in a perfect writing world, this is what they would do, poring over your manuscript, examining each word, combing the archives, a.k.a, Google, to verify facts in their quest to make your manuscript just as perfect as it could possibly be – a manuscript which will stand the scrutiny of the most nit-picking of readers and emerge as a shining example of all that is good in writing.
If only this were so. Like most writers I read an enormous number of books, mostly fiction and in diverse genres, and, because my editor has the eyes of a hawk and questions everything she feels is not ‘quite right,’ I now read a novel with an editor’s eyes, and how dispiriting I find it. For instance, in recent months I have read the first in a series for which a VERY well known author was paid £18 million pounds (yes, that’s right, eighteen million!) In the first of the series he places the village of Chew Magna, in Gloucestershire, whereas I, and every other west country reader knows that Chew Magna is slap bang in the north of Somerset. Another well-known writer of Regency romances had her heroine gazing down to the river from her drawing room window in Richmond Terrace, Bristol. Oh dear! Richmond Terrace is at least a mile from the river with a whole load of Georgian houses between, so there is absolutely no way the river could be seen. Do I sound pedantic? Well, there is more. A few years ago and having just returned from a trip to Egypt, I read a Dominick Dunn novel in which he talks about the pyramids at Luxor. Excuse me? As I walked through the Valley of the Kings, marvelled at the temples of Luxor and Karnak, sat beside the lake and gazed across the Nile to the mountains and desert beyond, not one pyramid did I see. There are no pyramids at Luxor. So I wrote to Mr Dunn acquainting him of the fact. Needless to say I received no reply – and in case you are wondering, this was years before his death. Most recently I’ve read, a novel by a wonderful author who writes so descriptively that you feel she has examined every word before committing it to paper, I love her work, except in her most recent tome she mentions Perry Como’s And I love you so being a favourite in 1947. Actually he recorded it in 1973 and it was a hit in 1974.
I know, I do sound nit-picking and most readers would not have noticed any of the mistakes I mention, but I did. They leapt from the page and slapped me.
So where were the editors of these books? Where was the editor of the £18 million pound author? We owe it to ourselves, and our readers to get every detail absolutely right.
I thank the gods for my hawk-eyed editor.

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Jane Austen – Fashion icon?

Miss Jane Austen – fashion icon?

We writers of Regency novels are conscious of how important it is to get every detail and the minutia of daily life correct. I know when writing A Passionate Pursuit I perused many costume books to guide me. I wanted to be absolutely sure that all my ladies were dressed just as they should be (it’s a pity that some Hollywood film makers are not so exacting!). It was during my research I discovered what to me was a surprising and exciting revelation: Had Jane Austen lived today she would without a doubt be a fashion slave; a Prada handbag girl, fashion editor of a glossy magazine. For what our Jane didn’t know about the latest fashion definitely wasn’t worth knowing. So who better to guide us in our writing than someone who was without a doubt a sure authority on what the Regency miss, or mister would be wearing. But where did she gain her knowledge? Although news of fashion and style was being spread by the publication of newspapers, periodicals and fashion plates from the end of the eighteenth century, most women still depended on hearing news about clothes from the written or verbal descriptions of friends and relatives visiting or living in London, the large provincial towns, or fashionable resorts such as Bath or Clifton in Bristol. And this is where Jane Austen was such an invaluable source. It’s through Jane’s letters we learn about her knowledge and interest in fashion and in her writing she shared this knowledge and interest with the reader – In Pride and Prejudice the first part of Mrs Gardiner’s business on her arrival to stay with the Bennets ‘was to distribute her presents and describe the newest fashions’ and when Jane Bennet returns from a visit with friends she has the same task: her mother ‘Mrs Bennet was doubly engaged, on one hand collecting an account of the present fashion from Jane, who sat someway below her, and on the other, retailing them all to the younger Miss Lucases’. Jane herself frequently exchanged news about the fashions with her sister, especially when visiting London or Bath. She wrote to a friend from London in September 1848: ‘I am amused by the present style of female dress; Bonnets upon the full stretch are quite entertaining. It seems to me to be a more marked change than one has seen lately.’ In the last years of the 1790’s a particular fashion for trimming hats with flowers and fruit became widespread and Jane Austen finds herself involved, while staying in Bath, in shopping around for those decorations, though she describes the fashion with some irony. In June 1799 she told Cassandra: ‘Flowers are very much worn, and fruit are even more the thing. – a plum or greengage will cost three shillings – cherry or grapes five shilling a pound I believe. But this is at some of the dearest shops. My aunt has told me of a very cheap shop near Walcott Church to which I shall go in quest of something for you.’ In her next letter she says, ‘I cannot decide about the fruit. Besides, I cannot help thinking it’s more natural to have flowers growing out of the head than fruit.’
On close examination it is soon apparent that Jane has at some time had something to say about every piece of apparel worn by women (and men too). Through her we can learn that the spencer was a short jacket, cut like the bodice, usually with long sleeves and a high neck. In June 1808 Jane Austen was to write that ‘my kerseymere spencer is quite the comfort of our evening walks.’ Spencers could be made of silk as well as woollen cloth. Then there was the pelisse, an over-garment or coat, cut on the same lines as the dress, usually with long sleeves and fastened at the front. It was an important garment at this time and often mentioned in Jane Austen’s novels and letters, it is interesting to see how she uses it as a simile in Persuasion. Captain Wentworth is describing his ship, which was an old one before he came to command it: I knew pretty well what she was, before that day,’ he said, ‘ I had no more discoveries to make, than you would have as to the fashion and strength of any old pelisse, which you would have seen lent about amongst half your acquaintances, ever since you could remember, and which at last, on some wet day, is let to yourself.’ In Mansfield Park when Fanny Price visited Portsmouth she was not considered knowing by the young ladies therefore ‘she neither played on the pianoforte nor wore a fine pelisse.
During the eighteenth and early nineteenth century women’s gowns should be either open or closed at the front. The gown was usually worn over a petticoat (that is an underskirt) and in the 1790’s might even have been worn with a closed robe. Jane Austen’s references to petticoats concern underskirts (or underdresses) as main garments, rather than articles of underclothing. In Pride and Prejudice when Elizabeth Bennet walked three miles to visit her sister her appearance was criticised by her friends. ‘I hope you saw her petticoat, six inches deep in mud, I am absolutely certain, and the gown which had been let down to hide it, not doing it’s office.’ In December 1798 Jane mentions turning one of her old gowns into a petticoat.
Concern about sleeves appears in both her letters and novels. Although long sleeves were worn during the day, it was usual in the evening to wear short sleeves with a low-cut neckline. By 1814 long sleeves were beginning to be worn in the evening and Jane Austen seems to have been determined to wear them herself (she was now in her late thirties, and only three years before her death, not in the best of health) ‘I shall wear my gauze today’ she wrote in late March1814, ‘long sleeves and all; I shall see how they succeed, but as yet I have no reason to suppose long sleeves are allowable. She goes on to say, ‘ Mrs Tilson has long sleeves too, and she assured me that long sleeves are worn in the evening by many. I was glad to hear this.’ Mrs Bennet in Pride and Prejudice was evidently concerned with the same subject when her sister visited her from London she confided, ‘ I am very glad to hear what you tell us, of long sleeves.’
Several of Jane’s letters refer to the making a gowns with trains. Evening gowns were usually cut with a fullness at the back to form a small train and we can imagine in The Watsons (a novel that was not finished), how ‘Mrs Edwards’ satin gown swept along the clean floor of the ballroom.’ In Northanger Abbey Isabella Thorpe and Catherine Morland ‘pinned up each others trains for the dance.’
The loose, simpler style of women’s dress during the latter years of the eighteenth century brought with them brought more lightly boned stays or corsets and they began to shrink in size and as the bodice of the dress got shortened. By the beginning of the nineteenth century the ‘Grecian’ figure had become fashionable so that clothes were styled to reveal the natural, and well-rounded contours of the female figure. In September 1813 Jane Austen noted: ‘I learned from Mrs Tucker’s young lady, to my high amusement, that the stays are not now made to force the bosom up at all; that was a very unbecoming, unnatural fashion. I’m very to hear that they are not so much off the shoulder as they were.’ (Stays were worn with shoulder straps at this date). As a fashion garment they were an important item for any woman to buy and the following month she writes that her nieces went in to Canterbury to try on new stays. The new short-waisted style of women’s dresses, so deceptively simple in appearance, could, in fact, be very restricting and the tight constraint around the ribcage extremely uncomfortable.
Jane Austen seems to have a weakness for stockings and she told Cassandra that she preferred to have only two pairs of a fine quality to three of an inferior sort. The best were made of silk; in April 1811 she bought three pairs ‘for a little less than 2 shillings a pair,’ and in September her niece, Fanny, was ‘very much pleased with the stockings she bought of Remington silk at 12 shillings and cotton at 4 shillings and 3 pence – She thinks them a great bargain but I have not seen them yet.’ Apart from silk and cotton, stockings could also be made of wool but the worsted ones she mentions buying were given away to people in need and were doubtless warm and practical rather than elegant. Garters were worn around the knee to hold the stockings up. Jane Fairfax in Emma knitted a pair for her grandmother.

Footwear: shoes of the plain slipper type were worn indoors and for the evening. Jane Austen mentions them of a number of different colours: blue, green, pink, white and black. These colored shoes were not necessarily be made of leather; fabrics such as silk and satin were also used. Shoes were either bought at a shoemaker ready-made or made to measure. In Mansfield Park Mary Crawford told Fanny Price that her friend ‘will be at me for ever about your eyes and your teeth, and how you do your hair, and who makes your shoes.’
Half boots were fashionable for walking or riding. In Emma Emma Woodhouse tries tactfully to fall behind her two companions when out walking by fiddling with the lacing of her half-boots.
Reading Jane’s letters has given me a greater understanding of what she was really like, and these letters have been an invaluable source of information to me. However, it seems that there was one garment was deemed to be unmentionable by Jane – that oh so intimate garment; the knicker, or panty as it’s known. It was Catherine de Medici who introduced women to wearing this garment (called the calecon), and for very practical reasons – horse riding, thus avoiding any embarrassment if the wind blew raising their skirts. Oh My!!

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