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Bridgerton
Jul. 6th, 2022 12:52 pmI’m at work, but tonight I get to go to the ball…
Whitewolffe is working for The Bridgerton Experience and they’re doing a dress rehearsal for friends and family. And I just happen to have a ballgown. Forty years ahead of the time period, but it’ll do.
My headmates have wardrobes, actually, and we worked the Dickens Fair until recently. Jenny, my Victorian tart, and my modiste, made us an 1860 ballgown when her red dress got too tight for us. She quit when the combination of age and size got to be too much for her. The dress was passed on to Roisin Sullivan, whose continuing story is on this blog, and we briefly became a busker.
Jenny and Roisin just got together on the ball preparations. Roisin has absolutely no interest in the ball, but they bonded over the dress long ago. Jenny lengthened it to the floor and since costumes wouldn’t pass a pink dress, she was forced to dye it. The bodice insert was basically destroyed in the process, but the dress is a beautiful copper penny brown and with a jeweled brooch to cover the hole at the décolletage it will do.
Jenny is beside herself. She badly wants to be chosen as the queen’s diamond, but has promised not to embarrass me. We are here to be what we are at Dickens, the background players that make the event come alive. I suppose, actually, that wanting so much to be chosen is part of that vibe.
The fact that Jenny wants to do this so much will help to keep us from splitting. Pulling an upper class accent and manners out of the community closet, so to speak, could easily create another headmate, but Jenny has been here for forty-plus years. I’m glad to give her a chance to shine at a party she never would have had a chance to be invited to. And truth to tell, I miss Fair.
https://bridgertonexperience.com/san-francisco/
Whitewolffe is working for The Bridgerton Experience and they’re doing a dress rehearsal for friends and family. And I just happen to have a ballgown. Forty years ahead of the time period, but it’ll do.
My headmates have wardrobes, actually, and we worked the Dickens Fair until recently. Jenny, my Victorian tart, and my modiste, made us an 1860 ballgown when her red dress got too tight for us. She quit when the combination of age and size got to be too much for her. The dress was passed on to Roisin Sullivan, whose continuing story is on this blog, and we briefly became a busker.
Jenny and Roisin just got together on the ball preparations. Roisin has absolutely no interest in the ball, but they bonded over the dress long ago. Jenny lengthened it to the floor and since costumes wouldn’t pass a pink dress, she was forced to dye it. The bodice insert was basically destroyed in the process, but the dress is a beautiful copper penny brown and with a jeweled brooch to cover the hole at the décolletage it will do.
Jenny is beside herself. She badly wants to be chosen as the queen’s diamond, but has promised not to embarrass me. We are here to be what we are at Dickens, the background players that make the event come alive. I suppose, actually, that wanting so much to be chosen is part of that vibe.
The fact that Jenny wants to do this so much will help to keep us from splitting. Pulling an upper class accent and manners out of the community closet, so to speak, could easily create another headmate, but Jenny has been here for forty-plus years. I’m glad to give her a chance to shine at a party she never would have had a chance to be invited to. And truth to tell, I miss Fair.
https://bridgertonexperience.com/san-francisco/
