I'd been hearing about Elizabeth Gilbert's book Big Magic for a long time, about how wonderful and inspiring it was for creatively-driven people. I'd even heard that it was life-changing. And, I admit, when I hear something is life-changing, I tend to shy away. I have a natural distrust of things that…
Between my recent Instagram post about Gibson girls and revisiting a favourite article detailing how the ideal woman's body has changed over the past hundred years, I've had the 1910s on the brain a little bit. I'd remembered an episode of Edwardian Farm where Ruth and her daughter were demonstrating…
One of the reasons I love reading Victorian/Regency novels is that I get a glimpse of the everyday rituals, strange to us now, that were so important to the people performing them. One of those rituals that always seemed at once charming and terrifying to me was the obligation of…
