As for undergarments, they remained much the same coming into the decade. Either short stays or long stays could be worn, and as you can see below, the bust continued to be separated. The lady in the caricature is wearing pantalettes, which provided an additional layer below these quite transparent dresses.
1816 cotton dress, Fashion Museum Bath
The DAR Museum's "An Agreeable Tyrant" exhibit had a dress that really showed how the transition happened to the dress above. The fabrics are similar, although the American dress is a simpler print of cotton, and it shows evidence of having been lengthened in the bodice, for we are coming down now from maximum empire waist. It has a simple (but popular for its time) wrap front and tied with a drawstring, rather than the complicated ruching and back closure, simpler sleeves, and not quite so many ruffles.
The tale of the second half of the decade is that of sleeves puffing up, waists coming down, skirts flaring out, and the addition of more trim. The craftsmanship of these gowns is absolutely exquisite, and were it not for what they signal a transition to, I think I would love them even more.
For Elizabeth in particular, though, I thought I would leave you all with an excerpt. I had a thought that it would be fun to make Elizabeth extremely fashionable in my Constant Love series, mostly because it comes about through the efforts of her maid rather than any particular ambition of Elizabeth's, and yet she reaps the benefit of it. It's also where the idea for this blog series came from, as I've had to trace the changing fashions just as Elizabeth would be experiencing them (the excerpt takes place in 1817). For those who don't read the series, I should note before I start that for various reasons Elizabeth calls her lady's maid (Sarah Kelly) by her first rather than last name when it is just the two of them. And now without further ado, here's a non-spoilery excerpt from A Season Lost:
Despite her new jewels, Elizabeth could not feel particularly enthusiastic about the ball that evening. Sarah, however, not privy to what troubled her employer, had enthusiasm to spare, and she had readied what seemed her favourite of the new ball gowns, as well as jewellery, slippers, and hair ornaments. The dress was yellow silk, heavily trimmed about the bosom and cut in tight just below it, flaring out to a much wider skirt than Elizabeth was used to, also heavily trimmed. Sarah gasped when Elizabeth opened the box from Hadley’s, and immediately agreed the new diamonds should be used in place of the set that had formed her plans. She suggested keeping things simple for Elizabeth’s hair, with such a dress and jewellery, and Elizabeth agreed readily; she could hardly be brought to care about such a thing on such a night, but moreover she realised Sarah was now plying her trade to the extent that it was art, and an artist ought to be allowed her vision.
Sarah’s vision, when finally it descended the stairs to the entrance-hall, was an intricate but non-voluminous coiffure, accented with a pearl hair comb and three little feathers, an acknowledgement of the larger ones many ladies would no doubt be wearing, but of a delicate refinement Elizabeth liked so well she did not care if it was not found to be fashionable, for it had become her own preference as soon as she had seen it.
It had an effect on her husband, at least, for his visage upon seeing her seemed to indicate that she had – at least temporarily – put his worries out of his mind in favour of admiration for his wife, and he said, “You, my love, look positively stunning.”
“It is all your jewellery and Kelly’s handiwork. I am fortunate her family are our tenants, now, so she has very strong ties to our family, otherwise I fear someone will try to steal her from me.”
He smiled. “They may try, but let us hope they do not succeed. I suppose you are going to ask me to increase her wages again, and I would believe them well-earned at five guineas a year more. The hair is particularly inspired. It shows off your eyes remarkably, particularly with the diamonds – I am pleased to see I was right about them, although neither the diamonds nor your maid could achieve this effect without such a foundation to build upon.”
Elizabeth smiled, blushing a little under the heat of such an admiring gaze. “You are looking very handsome as well, although rather old-fashioned. I cannot recall the last time I have seen you in knee breeches in the evening.”
“I feel rather old-fashioned, but rules are rules.”
“Trousers are against the rules?”
“They are, as is arriving after eleven, so we had best be going.”
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