I enjoy having tea and blogging with my tea friends. This blogging thing is a passion of mine. I enjoy it immensely.
I hope you come often and invite your tea friends here. I really would enjoy the company.
Wench By Dolen Perkins-Valdez 304 pages; Amistad A righteous historical novel about female slaves on, yes, summer vacation with their masters in free-state Ohio.
The Colored Girl Beautful
by Azalia Hackley
The National Capital Code of Etiquette
by Edward S. Green
My Book lists
These are books I am looking for to help with my reenactment program
I have this One!
Victorian and Edwardian Fashion: A Photographic Survey By Alison Gernsheim
Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker
Behide The Scenes
30 years slave and 4 years in the White House
Mary Lincoln's Dressmaker
the story of Lizzy, The first Lady's dressmaker.
Mary Todd Lincoln's Dress
Mary Lincoln’s purple velvet skirt and daytime bodice are believed to have been made by African American dressmaker Elizabeth Keckly. The first lady wore the gown during the Washington winter social season in 1861–62. Both pieces are piped with white satin, and the bodice is trimmed with mother-of pearl buttons. An evening bodice was included with the ensemble. The lace collar is of the period, but not original to the dress.
I truely enjoy the reenactment of the events and times of the Victorian era. But I have been asked by the Rhode Island Historical Society to be apart of their John Brown House Museum's event. It turned out that I was to meet the President of the United State, in the time period of George Washington. Now, what would I wear to meet the President? What would I say? Am I a slave or free person? These are all the questions I needed to find out. First - What to wear? I researched some paintings of women of color in the 1700's by Agostino Brunias.
Thanks with the help of the Rhode Island Historiacal Society, we were able to dress me properly for the era. Now, for the persona- Am I a slave of free person? We came up with, I was a free person that sold flowers in the town and market place. I was pleased. I sold my roses, that day, to the fine well dressed ladies of society. I charge them five pennce each.
Time to meet the President, George Washington! I am so nervous, unsettled and began to worry. What do I say?
He was so stately. Standing taller than tall. But most of all, he had a kind gentle face. He smiled at me, took my hand and bowed. I was enchanted. Meeting this great representation of a man, was the highlight of the day,