#MyrtleMondays from Page to Seam: Making Minna the Foxhound!

Once upon a time, before the real-life Peony the Cat came into my life and changed everything, I was a Dog Person. Or, to be more accurate, a dogs person. Many of them. For many years, we had an extra-large canine family, and friends would urge me to put them in a book. Well, with Myrtle Hardcastle Mysteries Book 5, Myrtle, Means, and Opportunity, that book has finally arrived! And because I’m me, the way to commemorate this momentous event was to make something! Come see how I brought Minna the Foxhound to 3D life!

One of the most autobiographical passages I have ever written. This scene was every day of my life for sixteen years.

The scene above comes from the beginning of Myrtle, Means, and Opportunity, when Myrtle & Co. first meet Rockfforde Hall’s foxhound pack, and is the moment so magnificently rendered by Brett Helquist for the cover:

This time, for reference images, I sent photographs of my own dogs—specifically our coonhounds Ladygirl, Rusty, and Flint.

Team White

Flint and Ladygirl were our pack leaders, so it only seemed right for them to star in the new book! Flint (right) became Cleveland, and Ladygirl (left) became Minna.

To fit with the Peony I had already made, Minna/Ladygirl is made of felt. I found a wonderful pattern by textile artist Emma Hall, for a seated dog perfectly in scale for my 18″ Myrtle!

The pattern, originally designed for low-pile velvet and subtle hand-coloring.

With some modifications, Hall’s lab makes a perfect foxhound!

The first step was working out Ladygirl’s distinctive markings.

Mostly snow white, Ladygirl had a beautiful brown and black forehead and ears, one large black spot on each side, and a wonderful nearly-circular spot on her right hip that was neatly bisected black on top and brown on the bottom (sort of like a black-and-white cookie).

A princess and she knew it.

Felt is a malleable and cooperative fabric—easy to work with and a joy to sew (and beginner-friendly, too! Although this pattern is a little more challenging than Peony.). Minna is a mix of acrylic and wool felt.

Markings sewn on and assembly/stuffing begun

The piece is constructed entirely by hand, with blanket stitch/buttonhole stitch—a classic stitch for wool applique. It combines a seam with an edge finish, and it’s very neat and pretty—important because the seam allowances are to the outside of the piece.

For the most part the construction went swiftly, but figuring out her eyes was a challenge. When I tried simply using black buttons, she looked… soulless. After studying photos like the one above, I realized she was missing Ladygirl’s dramatic black “eyeliner!” A teeny-tiny black felt oval solved that—perfectly capturing her keen expression!

See how nice the blanket stitch looks?

I ended up giving Minna slightly larger ears than designed, because those marvelously soft and floppy ears are so characteristic of our scenthounds! (The original smaller ear is shown above, before I changed my mind.)

Minna and Peony pose with the Waverley novels by Sir Walter Scott (where Minna gets her name… and which provide a crucial clue in Myrtle, Means, and Opportunity!)

Revisiting my life with hounds was one of the great joys of writing the latest Myrtle Hardcastle Mystery, and I had an absolutely delightful time making my felt Minna! She is a wonderful addition to Myrtle’s miniature world, and a splendid companion for Peony (whether Peony will admit it or not).

Minna, Cleveland, and the other hounds of Rockfforde Hall play a key role in the new mystery, and I know you’ll love the Buncehounds as much as we do.


#MyrtleMondays: All About Tartan

One of the most distinctive and recognizable elements of Scottish culture is the wearing of clan tartans: displaying your individual family heritage with a specific plaid pattern. But people are often surprised to learn that this tradition is a relatively recent one, which came into its own in the Victorian era. Let’s take a look at the colorful history of tartan!

Today, Clan MacEwen claims a tartan of blue, green, and black plaid with accents of red and yellow, and it’s this stately and colorful pattern with which Argyll solicitor Hector Macewan has bedecked his office, and is the plaid sported by Myrtle and Miss Judson on the cover of Myrtle Means, and Opportunity.

A digital rendering of the tartan of Clan MacEwen, as displayed at the Scottish Register of Tartans, showing the precise thread count and colors of the clan’s proprietary plaid pattern.

Despite its venerable name, the Scottish Register of Tartans is a very young entity, indeed, established in 2009. Before that, some tartan information was collected and codified by the office of the Lord Lyon King of Arms, the chief heraldic officer of Scotland (in charge of coats of arms for noble families, etc). But clan tartan affiliation is largely a matter of informal tradition—and a fairly modern practice, at that.

Fragment of Scotland’s oldest-known tartan cloth, discovered in a bog and dated to about 500 years old. Read more.

Tartan itself—meaning the design of criss-crossed multicolored threads (aka plaid)—is undeniably ancient. It is one of the earliest forms of color patterns in woven cloth, and probably originated in China around 3000 years ago, although weavers throughout the world invented the notion independently. The word tartan comes from medieval French and referred simply to a type of woolen fabric, not the pattern. The word plaid, however, is Scottish, and referred to the garment worn by medieval Scots, not the fabric.

This Victorian image shows a woman and boy in early Scottish costume. They are both wearing plaids, although only one of their plaids is plaid!

Language is fun, isn’t it?

As local weavers across Scotland established their own styles, regional variations gradually emerged, based on the colors of wool and dyes available and popular in the area. But it was not until much, much later that clans—the term means “family”—became affiliated with specific, codified tartan patterns. One of the first groups readily identified by their tartan was not, in fact, a clan at all.

A soldier of the Black Watch, or Highland Regiment, from the early 1700s. Note his distinct lack of the now-familiar Black Watch tartan.

During the Jacobite conflicts of the early 1700s, the British army mustered soldiers from clans loyal to the British to suppress further rebellion in Scotland. Officially termed the Highland Regiment, they came to be known as the Black Watch from their uniforms of dark green and black kilts, and from their duty to watch out for discontented Jacobites.

Today’s Royal Regiment of Scotland, wearing their traditional Black Watch kilts.

After the final Jacobite defeat in 1745, the British buckled down on quashing any signs of Scottish discontent—which meant attempting to eliminate unique aspects of Scottish culture, especially traditional Scottish Highland dress. The wearing of kilts, plaids, and tartan (among other things) was outlawed in 1746 by the Act of Proscription, leaving the Black Watch soldiers the only Scots permitted to dress in tartan.

That from and after the first day of August, One thousand, seven hundred and forty-seven, no man or boy within that part of Britain called Scotland, other than such as shall be employed as Officers and Soldiers in His Majesty’s Forces, shall, on any pretext whatever, wear or put on the clothes commonly called Highland clothes… and that no tartan or party-coloured plaid… shall be used… For the first offence, shall be liable to be imprisoned for 6 months, and on the second offence, to be transported to any of His Majesty’s plantations beyond the seas, there to remain for the space of seven years.

Despite protests from Scots both powerful and ordinary, for an entire generation in the 18th century, tartan went into hiding. But when it returned, it came back in a big, big way! And it shows no signs of going underground again. The Act of Proscription (which wasn’t terribly effective, anyway), was repealed in 1782. The Black Watch’s military exploits expanded well beyond Scotland, fighting for the Empire around the world. Their reputation for bravery helped ignite British enthusiasm for Scotland in general and tartan in particular.

King George IV’s first official state visit to Scotland in 1822 caused a tartan sensation

What really brought tartan back into mainstream life, ironically, was a visit from the British monarch. When George IV visited Scotland in 1822, he was the first reigning British monarch in nearly 200 years to set foot on Scottish soil. To drum up local enthusiasm, Scottish author Sir Walter Scott organized a celebratory pageant to welcome the king, reimagining a heroic Old Scotland for everyone—Scottish, English, Highland, and Lowland—to take pride in. To that end, His Majesty commissioned an ensemble worthy of a true Scottish Monarch.

The well-known Royal Stewart tartan, tartan of the House of Stuart, is based on King George’s epic 1822 ensemble.

The 60-year-old George was a little uneasy with Highland Dress, however; baring his knees to his subjects was unthinkable, so he quite famously wore a pair of pink tights with his kilt. (Sadly not included in the portrait above.)

As is the way of all great social events throughout time, people wanted to know what to wear to meet their king—and Sir Walter, and all kinds of clothiers, had the answer: plaid, plaid, plaid and plaid. And a little more plaid. In the wake of the years of Proscription, this must have been overwhelming, and Scots worldwide suddenly embraced anything and everything tartan.

A weaver’s sample book, advertising available tartans (early 19th c).

By now, the notion that Scots had always proclaimed their clan affiliation through the wearing of specific tartans was starting to take root—and merchants did nothing to dissuade this. The Highland Society of London had begun collecting and categorizing tartans a few years earlier, further entrenching the notion.

Cutting edge fashion: a coat in red, bias-cut (on the diagonal) tartan, owned by a member of the London Highland Society, early 1800s. Read more: Highland Style of the Georgian Era at the National Museums of Scotland

The tartan trend took over 19th century fashion, well beyond Scotland. Since exclusivity sells, this helped inspire Scottish manufacturers to establish the “true” Scottish plaids. With their cultural heritage suddenly in vogue, people of Scottish descent all over the world embraced the idea of having their very own clan tartans—whether it was strictly accurate or not.

Read More: Young Lads & Lasses 

Another period weaver’s swatch book–this one helpfully labels each impressive sample by clan (here showing Buchanan.)

This atmosphere fostered one of the oddest moments in tartan history. In 1829, two brothers from Argyll claimed they were the grandsons of Bonnie Prince Charlie, and that they had a 16th century document establishing the origins of clan tartans—making it by far the oldest such account on record. Although many expert antiquarians of the time dismissed the work as a forgery, the Stuart Hay brothers nonetheless published their account in 1842’s Vestiarium Scotticum (Scottish Dress), displaying the supposed “official” tartans of some 75 Scottish clans. Many of these tartans were previously unheard-of, and are now largely considered to be the inventions of the illustrator. Scientific examination eventually revealed that the document had been chemically aged and was almost certainly a fabrication (no more authentic than the brothers’ claim to royal blood).

Despite this—and the efforts of textile historians ever since to debunk the book—many of these tartans are still accepted as “true” clan tartans today.  (You can see the included tartans reproduced at the Wikipedia link above.)

Enthusiastic embracer of his Scottish heritage, army surgeon William Ord Mackenzie (born in India) had his portrait painted in 1850 wearing multiple tartans and other Highland paraphernalia

The Vestiarium Scottium was just too appealing—not just to people eager to claim and proclaim their Scottishness, but to merchants eager to exploit the explosive 19th century popularity in tartan everything. It allowed people of Scottish descent to set themselves off from “ordinary plaids” filling the Victorian marketplace, and to identify themselves and each other as True Scots.

An example of modern Highland dress conventions for men

Thanks in part to rigid 19th century rules dictating every aspect of fashion etiquette, a sense that there is a “Proper Highland Dress”—correct or incorrect ways to wear your clan’s tartan and elements of clothing—emerged, and has stuck fast in some circles today. But former Lord Lyon King of Arms Sir Malcom Innes of Edingight dismissed this:

There are no specific laws governing the wearing or usage of tartan other than those of courtesy and respect for a national institution. Purists will argue angrily on topics such as kilt lengths and quote a number of rather extraordinary theories derived from patently eccentric Victorian sources. Be that as it may, the fact remains that tartan is one of the most brilliant decorative concepts, and [I] entirely endorse its use in all kinds of situations.Scottish Clan and Family Names, 1987

Sir Malcolm Innes, (1932 – 2020), Lord Lyon King of Arms, in a tartan waistcoat (and perhaps a kilt? Though given Sir Malcolm’s views of tartan, we shouldn’t make any assumptions!)

As for Mr. Macewan’s beloved MacEwen tartan in Myrtle, Means, and Opportunity? Edinburgh clothier Kinloch Anderson, experts in Highland Dress since 1850, tell us the tartan dates from around 1880—just in time to furnish his office in the beautiful blue plaid.

One MacEwen tartan and one miscellaneous plaid!

Myrtle, Means, and Opportunity will be here—tartans and all—next week, and I encourage everyone to don your favorite plaids to celebrate!

#Myrtle Mondays: Young Lads & Lasses

We are just a few weeks away from Myrtle’s big Scottish adventure! Myrtle Hardcastle Mysteries Book 5, Myrtle, Means, and Opportunity comes out on October 24. Today we’re getting in the spirit with a collection of images of young Scots from the era. Enjoy!

Myrtle and Miss Judson wear Clan MacEwen tartan on the cover of the new book

Traditional Scottish dress—plaid tartans, kilts, clan badges, and more—took on ever greater significance during the Victorian era, thanks in part to the Royal Family’s enthusiasm for everything Scottish. Folks worldwide with Scottish ancestry loved to show off their Scottish roots (still do!), posing for photographs dressed in their clan regalia.

A magnificent photo, circa 1893, of unnamed Scottish siblings. I love how their personalities shine through!

A wee laddie indeed, from about 1860, in a velvet jacket adorned with thistle buttons… like the silver ones below from 1910. You’ll be seeing these buttons again (maybe after a wee polish).

Highland dance, then as now, was a popular pastime for boys and girls.

An American girl shows off her best Highland Fling pose, circa 1890.

 

And this manual for dance teachers boasts a talented young student.

A splendid later portrait of a lad in his finest Highland attire. Love the tartan waistcoat!

Aberdeen sisters Flora and Constance McDonald were well-known Highland Dance champions. Photographed here in 1890 with their medals.

The Royal Family often sported their Highland colors when visiting their Scottish retreat at Balmoral Castle. Here princes Albert and Alfred are being taken salmon fishing:

Carl Haag, Salmon Leistering at the River Dee, 1854 (the leister refers to those alarming-looking tridents)

Read More: On Holiday in Scotland

A charming family photo of Queen Victoria’s daughter-in-law Princess Louise and her children Margaret, Arthur, and Patricia

Of course, these images all reflect special occasions. Most of the time, Scottish kids dressed like other kids in the 1800s:

Kids in Fife, about 1890

Another shot of everyday life for Victorian kids in Fife, at a fishmarket

An Edinburgh lass with her bicycle (I mean, I’m not saying you can’t bike in a kilt…)

With a tree stump! You will be hearing much more about Scottish tree stumps soon…

Of course, it’s the images of young Scots in their traditional dress that are the most striking and memorable, so I’ll leave you with one last fantastic shot of a lad and his fleecy friend.

All that wool for those kilts has to come from somewhere, after all!

See Myrtle in her own Scottish attire in Myrtle, Means, and Opportunity, coming October 24!

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#MyrtleMondays: Labor Day-The Girls Who Made a Difference

In the US and Canada, the first Monday in September is Labor Day, the unofficial end of summer vacation (even if you’ve been back in school for weeks already). Acorns are falling, pumpkin spice is in the air, and we’re all looking forward to sweater season (even if it’s still 95 degrees out). But as this Labor Day weekend winds down, let’s have a look at a fascinating 19th century landmark in the history of labor reform—and the crucial role played by some brave girls.

1834 manifesto by factory workers in Lowell, Massachusetts, outlining the terms of their strike

Labor Day has its origins in the labor movement—workers banding together to improve wages, benefits, and conditions in the workplace. It has been a national holiday celebrating the working man (and woman, boy, and girl!) in the United States and Canada since 1894, as the observance had been growing in local communities for several years.

From the US Department of Labor, an image of New York City’s first Labor Day Parade

Workers have always stuck together and looked after one another. In 18th century England, in the days before insurance, coworkers formed clubs to collect money for injured fellow workers and their families. Calling themselves by such names as The Friendly Society of Millworkers or the Benevolent Brotherhood of Weavers, these friendly societies were the precursor to modern labor unions (sometimes called “combinations” in Britain). [Some were also the precursors to secret societies… but that is another story.]

This serene image of a factory worker was at odds with the real, dangerous conditions in 19th century textile mills.

Drawn by the promise of independence and good wages, young women and girls flocked to New England’s cotton mills. Massachusetts factory owner Francis Cabot Lowell touted his mills as an improvement over the horrific conditions textile workers faced in English factories. But in time, competition increased, profit won out over worker welfare, and more and more workers worked longer and longer hours for less and less pay.

Victorian girls work at a spinning frame in a textile mill (when we say “mill girls,” we mean girls).

Girls as young as ten worked fourteen-hour days around noisy, dangerous machinery, risking life and limb for pennies a day, leaving little time and even less energy for education or leisure. In 1824, when millworkers in Rhode Island had their workday increased, they went on strike. In 1828, striking workers in New Hampshire won back an hour of time. And in 1834, workers in Lowell, Massachusetts formed America’s first women’s labor union, the Factory Girls Association, led by president Sarah Bagley, a longtime Lowell millworker.

A magazine produced by the millowners idealized the life of factory workers

Lowell became the hub of the millworkers’ labor movement. But despite their efforts, the pace of work (and the machines) continued to increase and wages continued to fall. Strikes were crushed by mill owners—scores of striking workers at one mill were fired and blacklisted (unable to work at other mills in town) after one 1842 walkout.

Union organizer Sarah Bagley edited The Voice of Industry, a newspaper devoted to labor reform

The mill girls did not give up! They continued to organize and strike, demanding safer working conditions, shorter hours, and better pay. In 1840, they took their fight to the state government, under the aegis of a new union, the Lowell Female Labor Reform Association, pressing for legislation to reduce the workday to 10 hours. It took another 34 years and the support of other industries’ unions before the ten-hour workday became law, and through it all, millworkers across the region stepped up, walked out, and made their voices heard.

Today, the textile heritage of Lowell—including its brave and pioneering young labor reformers—is preserved as a national historical park.

Katherine Paterson’s award-winning novel for young readers dramatizes the story of one  Lowell girl from exploited worker to activist.

Labor Day is a holiday now, a chance to kick back and relax. But while you’re basking in the last days of summer freedom, spare a moment to recall the young workers of yesteryear who stood up against oppressive industries to fight for their rights. (And remember that millions of kids worldwide still work in dangerous or poorly-paid conditions.)

My own mill girl, Charlotte Miller leads up the spooky fantasy, A Curse Dark as Gold, set in an 18th century woolen mill.

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  1. Victoria L Dixon
    Still remember being creeped out all night after reading Curse Dark as Gold! Thanks for this look at history! It’s so important to never forget it when they’re trying to encourage children back into the work force.

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#MyrtleMondays: Happy Birthday, Myrtle!

You would have no reason to know this (and so you are forgiven for not sending a card), but today is Myrtle Hardcastle’s birthday! In addition to being her her actual calendar birthday, according to information in Myrtle Hardcastle Mysteries #2, How to Get Away with Myrtle  (I suppose you do have a reason to know this. Card negligence forgiveness rescinded.), it’s also the day I started writing the first Myrtle Hardcastle Mystery, Premeditated Myrtle, back in 2016.So to mark the occasion, it’s the perfect time to talk about how the Victorians celebrated birthdays!

Happy birthday, Premeditated Myrtle!

Not surprisingly, the celebration of birthdays became a bigger deal as consumer culture grew throughout the 19th century. In 1861, Isabella Beeton of Mrs. Beeton’s Book of Household Management fame makes only fleeting references to birthdays, and only those of the Royal family or in a historical context. Our expert on everything offers not a single suggestion for what to eat, drink, serve, or do on your own big day day!

By Myrtle’s day, however, things were changing in a big way. This graph shows the steady increase in the popularity of the word “birthday,” reflecting the popularity of the idea. By the 1890s, we had birthday cakes, birthday parties, birthday cards, birthday presents—and yes, even “Happy Birthday to You,” that oft-contested celebratory song.

Early in the century, birthdays were intimate affairs, observed at home with family—if observed at all. Letters from friends, a special meal, perhaps even a cake, made up the modest celebration.

William Powell Frith’s Many Happy Returns of the Day, 1856, shows the birthday party for a young girl. She sits beneath a wreath of flowers, surrounded by family, as the maid delivers a gift.

But as with the celebration of Christmas, birthdays became bigger events thanks to industrialization and commercialization. Throughout the century, railways linked distant families and friends, consumer goods became more accessible, a new focus on childhood emerged,  schedules became more standardized and regimented… and all these changes influenced the new traditions emerging for birthdays.

Thanks to advances in affordable color printing, birthday cards began to appear mid-century, shortly after Christmas cards. Cards with cats were the natural next step.

By the 1880s, Americans had a new household maven to turn to. Frances Owens had published several editions of her eponymous New Cook Book and Summary of Helpful Knowledge and recognized that her readership of middle-class homemakers wanted expert guidance on birthdays (Pinterest was still a few years off).

Owens includes a recipe—and instructions for its presentation—in the 1897 edition, a twist on the traditional “pound cake” called a 1-2-3-4 Cake:

This 1-2-3-4 recipe makes a very nice birthday cake if baked in a dripping pan and heavily frosted. When the frosting is partly dry, mark it off in small squares and put half an English walnut meat on each. Place around it a framework of paste-board cut in little holes for as many small candles as the person is years old. Cover the paste-board with fancy colored paper. Sometimes little candlesticks may be procured that will fasten easily to either framework or edge of pan. This simplifies matters very much. The lights in the room should be put out and the cake brought in with candles lit and placed before the person whose natal day it is and he should cut and distribute it. —Mrs. Owens’ New Cook Book, 1897

Sadly, she did not see fit to include an illustration of the paper candle guide for us.

Myrtle with a few friends (or frenemies) over to celebrate in the now-traditional style. And yes, this entire post came about because I had those doll-sized party hats. You’re welcome. (And because I couldn’t resist the mini Bunce joke with that tiny bundt cake. Say it out loud a couple of times… )

Children in the 1890s and forever after would come to expect to be lavished with attention, treats, and gifts on their “natal days,” giving the whole family lots to look forward to all the year round.

By the turn of the 20th century, elaborate birthday parties were more and more the norm. These children have gathered for a Mother Goose-themed costume birthday party for their six-year-old friend Joe (dressed as Little Boy Blue, according to newspaper accounts).

Many happy returns!

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  1. Natalie Aguirre
    Happy Birthday, Myrtle! I’m so glad you started this series. And it’s interesting to see how birthday traditions got more special over the years.

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  2. Judith Bunce
    Happy Birthday to Myrtle,
    I’ve been reading about you and love your books.

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  3. J. Hyde
    Happy birthday, Myrtle! Love the doll-size party hats and the “Bunce” cake. 😀

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  4. Debby Chase Putman
    Happy Birthday, Myrtle! And thank you ecb for all the joy you and your characters create that make the world a better place! I love all the background you do and share with us, too. Inspirational! Congrats! Debby

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From Page to Seam: Making an 1893 Girl’s Holiday Dress

It’s a little Historical Costuming Side Trip! I’ve shared the 1890s cycling ensemble I made for myself, and today we’re taking a look at an 1893 dress I made for a girl Myrtle’s age.
Since I don’t actually have a girl Myrtle’s age on hand, I have recruited some 18″ dolls to work as fit models. The model for this particular gown is Georgie, a vintage 1993 Battat Our Generation doll (don’t tell anyone, but she kind of reminds me of Myrtle’s neighbor, LaRue Spence-Hastings). Shortly after I began doll costuming, I stumbled across this image of an 1893 “Holiday Gown” for girls, and was instantly smitten:

From The Family Friends of 1893

 

Since Cold-Blooded Myrtle (Myrtle Hardcastle Mysteries #3) is set during the Christmas season of 1893, I simply had to recreate this very special dress! I loved everything about it, from the contrast cuffs, hem, and underbodice, to the pleated overlays and sash, to the magnificent puffed sleeves (so characteristically 1890s!), to those totally bonkers bows on the shoulders.

Guaranteed to get caught in your hair, your earrings, your headgear, and probably your carriage door.

I instantly set about work on the longest, most arduous, and most critical aspect of the project: finding two coordinating fabrics. They needed to drape well in doll size (1:3 scale), while still making nice puffs and gathers, and they had to match in both color/print/design and weight.

A real tone-on-tone young teen’s dress from the 1880s. This one appears to be cut velvet and silk faille.

This was not as easy as you might suppose (particularly since much of this Windows shopping took place during the pandemic, when my in-person shopping was limited.). I therefore now have a hearty collection of small cuts of lovely fabrics that do not coordinate with anything. Ahem.

Some prospects that didn’t pan out…

…And then, after almost two years of fruitless searching, I stumbled into the Perfect Fabrics, right here at home! Many moons ago, I made this Christmas tree skirt, from a scroll-print red velveteen that had been a gift from my husband. It’s been packed away for several Christmases, however, until C.J. decided it was a good time to bring it out again.

Was it possible I Knew All Along, and that’s why the other choices never looked right?!

Just at the same time, I happened to be pre-washing a handful of small cuts of red fabric, including about a yard of very fine-wale scarlet red corduroy that I have no memory of buying (what did I think I would do with just a yard?). I walked past the Christmas tree skirt, corduroy in hand, and the heavens broke open and the Sewing Angels sang! The reds matched *perfectly.* The fine texture of the corduroy made it look like a plain version of the scrolly velvet. The scrolly velvet looked fabulously festive and Victorian. I had The Fabrics!!

…If I could only track down the decade-old scraps from the tree skirt. I never throw anything useable away, so I knew they were here… somewhere, but I did not know if they would be large enough. Fortunately, I keep my fabric stash pretty well semi-organized, so a couple of days of scrounging led me to the right scrap bin—and hallelujah, I found two large-ish offcuts (which is what you get when you cut a rectangular piece of fabric into the largest circle possible).

Those gorgeous gold scrolls are actually some kind of plasticky puff paint…

Now, this fabric would have been even *more* ideal in human scale, as it would have shown off more of the scroll design on the velvet. Still, I was hardly going to let a little thing like that discourage me!

Armed with my fabric, a good supply of muslin, a nice set of potential patterns to work from, a patient fit model, and lots of pins and scrap paper, I set to work! I knew I would need to address the following parts of the gown:

  • The pleated surplice bodice overlays
  • The underbodice with the high collar
  • The bell-shaped puffed sleeves with
  • Tight contrast lower sleeves
  • The full skirt with contrast hem
  • The pleated sash and
  • The Shoulder Bows!

All of these elements also needed consideration for how they would be finished (hems, etc), particularly as the scrolly velveteen was not amenable to aggressive pressing.

The patterns I chose to work with were:

Little Miss Muffett’s “Edwardian Fall”

I’ve used this pattern (which includes a dress and a pinafore) several times, including this spring ensemble and these 1890s gardening togs. It fits my dolls well and the component parts were nicely adaptable for this project. For this gown, I used the dress pattern for the gown bodice (shortening it to the waist and adding a band collar) and the two-part sleeve: vastly increasing the volume of the upper sleeve by slashing and spreading the pattern piece so it resembled a massive bell. In the photo above, Georgie is wearing one of those early mockups, over top of her original soft green linen version. Two and a half mockups later, I had a sleeve that looked right.

Lee & Pearl Classic Wrap Dress/Top

This was the only surplice/wrap front bodice I could find for 18″ dolls, and even its beautiful pleats weren’t quite right. I could probably have gone with them as is, and been happy with it—but after taking so long to find the perfect fabric, dangit, my surplice was going to be a perfect, exacting reproduction of the original!

…Enter some slashing & spreading. On the left is the original L&P wrap bodice pattern (cut from muslin), and one with the pleats pressed in. And on the right is my modified version. These are the very first pleats I have ever drafted, and they worked brilliantly!

Original pattern (in red) vs modified pattern (muslin). You can see how the pleats have moved from the center front up to the shoulder, just like the original fashion plate. The sleeve was also lengthened slightly after this version. (And then shortened a bit again!)

…After all of that, who would have thought that the skirt would have been the biggest drafting challenge?

Dolls are very patient clients…

Three of the many mockups I made. My first idea was to use the full-but-not-too-full skirt from KwikSew 2921, which I’ve sewn before. As soon as I made the initial mockup, however, I realized the problem: that skirt (slightly gored) has a curved hemline. In order to maximize my limited supply of gold scrolly velvet, I planned to simply cut a straight band for the hem. Straight bands and curved hems do not really play well together (I did try, just in case. LOL). I kept getting versions where the skirt felt too full, instead of the soft, slight A-line of the fashion plate.

Insert philosophical note about how fashion illustrations seldom represent the actual real-life behavior of real-life fabric, and that often what you see in a drawing may not be reproducible in real life.

…Nevertheless. Never try to explain things logically to an obsessed historical costumer!

Ultimately, I decided on a simple straight panel of moderate fullness (twice the waist measurement), with the straight hem band.

With the mockups and drafting done, it was time to sew!

And, naturally, my perfectly perfect coordinating fabrics, which were clearly Meant to Be… did not want to be sewn together. And they really didn’t want to be sewn together with the lining/facing fabric (a lightweight, very slippery gold satin that frayed like its life depended on it, spitting off plumes of fine sparkly gossamer across every surface of my sewing room, my clothes, my face, my cats… Ahem.)

To construct the contrast hem and sleeves, I layered the gold velvet with the facing fabrics right sides together and sewed a narrow seam which became the bottom “hem” edge. Then I serged the whole faced panel to the velvet skirt and sleeves, nicely finishing all raw edges and not requiring any hand finishing. The tight lower sleeves were achieved with a combination of removing ease from the sleeve pattern and adding a tiny snap at the wrist to snug up the fit.

The bodice in progress–so much basting to keep those pleats from shifting!

And the completed-but-for-details gown! Wasn’t I right about those fabrics?!

The final touches were the pleated sash and the shoulder bows. Enter more basting…

Not actually a bowtie. In the back are the bias tubes I made for the shoulder bows (bias strips sewn into a tube then turned right-side-out and *carefully* steamed flat.)

The sash is a rectangle of corduroy the length of Georgie’s waist measurement + seam allowances and overlap for a snap closure, with three horizontal knife pleats. It’s sewn right sides together with a backing fabric, then turned and pressed.

Add a Giant Bow…

I used red pearl snaps for the back closure–an elegant if not-quite-period-accurate touch. (Buttonholes and I Do Not Get Along.)

At long last, and a few months overdue, Georgie is ready to attend a posh holiday soiree!

Or maybe stay at home with a good book.

I am positively delighted with how this gown has come together! Sometimes projects take on a life of their own and evolve beyond the original brief, but this one looks absolutely just as I imagined it! Straight from the pages of The Family Friends of 1893, we have a lovely girl’s frock of red velvet, with puffed sleeves, sash, and back snap closure.

Oh, wait–we didn’t talk about The Bows, did we? They are simply sections of the bias tubes sewn into loops, then stacked together. A few sturdy hand-stitches keep them secure and mostly under control.

Agatha Awards, here I come! (The pleats on Georgie’s bodice came in handy here, too.)

Oh, and that’s not the only fancy red dress I made recently… 😉

I am now disappearing back into the Sewing and Writing Cave, wrapping up the first draft of Myrtle Hardcastle Book 5, Myrtle, Means, and Opportunity (fall 2023) and working on my own posh party frock for the Edgar Awards next month! But I have some Incredibly Exciting Doll News to share soon, which will of course mean more new doll costumes. Stay tuned!

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#MyrtleMondays: The Carillon Call

In Cold-Blooded Myrtle (Myrtle Hardcastle Mysteries #3), some of the action takes place at a local belltower—the Campanile—site of a mysterious vanishing years earlier. Like Myrtle, I happened to grow up in a college town with a Campanile, hearing the bells chime over the campus. But if you are not so lucky to have your own backyard belltower, let’s take a closer look at this fascinating instrument.

The Iowa State Campanile, inspiration for the Schofield College Campanile, circa 1900

First, some terminology. Campanile is Italian for “belltower,” and refers to the building itself. The bells—the chimes, the instrument—are the carillon, and the musician who plays the carillon is called a carillonist or carillonneur.

ISU carillonneur Tin-shi Tam at the carillon’s clavier, or keyboard.  (Bob Elbert, 2008)

Because a carillon is such a large instrument, the musician sits at some remove from her bells. Here is a look inside the belfry of Worcester Cathedral‘s carillon in the 1870s. See how massive those giant bells are?

It had been some time since I’d heard the bells of Iowa State, and as I was doing research for Cold-Blooded Myrtle, I reached out to Doris Aman, carillonist at the University of Rochester’s Hopeman Memorial Carillon, who helped me visualize the sound profile, with this haunting and evocative description:

The audible distance for the bells is conditioned on wind direction, size and height of the bells… a host of influences changing according to daily weather since sound has wave quality. Nature plus performer plus bells makes a magical mix. At certain points the bells here produce a double ring, even a triple ring as they bounce off the campus buildings and roofs.  There are confusing dead points between buildings where the bells sound either in front or behind you. Brick terraces may cause the sound to be very live, while buildings set close may create a sound tunnel.

Think of it like a maze where your sense of direction can become confused if you use the bells as your compass center source (or) a fountain where the water (bell sound) droplets hit and bounce, forming new wave sources as they land. The waves intersect and spread widely until they hit a solid barrier. –Doris Aman, carillonist, University of Rochester

But, of course, there is no substitute for hearing the carillon bells themselves! Enjoy this excerpt from one of Tin-Shi Tam’s performances at ISU:

https://youtube.com/watch?v=QUH4fhDbt7k%3Ffeature%3Doembed

And to hear what it sounds like from without, here is the song Myrtle learns to play, “Westminster Quarters,” on the carillon at Samford University in Alabama:

https://youtube.com/watch?v=JimQuQiVM3Q%3Ffeature%3Doembed

For more information on carillons and carillon music, visit The Guild of Carillonneurs of North America. You might even find a carillon near you that needs guest players!

 

#MyrtleMondays: Domestic Bliss

Dear friends, I have two pieces of lovely news to share with you this week! First…

I have a new piece debuting at CrimeReads this week! Just in time for the season of romance, I offer my advice to the lovelorn in “So You Want to Marry a Mystery Writer.”

Second, I am thrilled and delighted to announce that Malice Domestic has nominated Myrtle Hardcastle Mysteries Book 3, Cold-Blooded Myrtle, for an Agatha Award!

This is Myrtle’s second Agatha nomination! (And not that anyone’s counting, *whistles innocently* but this is Cold-Blooded Myrtle’s second major nomination, too, following last week’s Edgars announcement!)

Read More: All Things Agatha

Malice Domestic is a Raven Award-winning fan convention dedicated to the love of cozy mysteries. Last year I was able to participate virtually with my fellow nominees, and this year I’m looking forward to attending in person!

A screenshot from our 2021 panel (with Janae Marks, Richie Narvaez, and Fleur Bradley)

…And you can, too! It’s a fantastic way to get up close and personal (well, six feet apart and masked) with your favorite mystery authors. I know there are people I’m excited to meet this year!

Click Here to register for Malice Domestic, April 22-24 in Bethesda, MD. 

Don’t forget to bring your copy of Cold-Blooded Myrtle!

Happy reading,

#MyrtleMondays: Off to College!

All across America this week, college students are heading back to class, and high school seniors are anxiously completing their college applications and waiting for early admissions results. Just like today, a college education was a rite of passage for 19th century students, but a sharp debate raged about just how much education was appropriate, desirable, or even healthy for girls and young women.

I had visited Schofield College on occasion, mostly for scientific lectures and to avail myself of their capacious library. Being here had always made me feel intellectually stimulated and closer to Mum. I had often pictured myself dashing across the grounds one day, in my black academic robes, from lecture hall to examination, taking up my own university education.               – Myrtle in Cold Blooded Myrtle

In Myrtle Hardcastle Mysteries #3, Cold-Blooded Myrtle, Myrtle spends some time in her Mum’s old stomping grounds of Schofield College, investigating the mysterious, unsolved disappearance of a student years earlier. Although by the early 1900s only a few thousand Englishwomen had achieved a college education (Mitchell, 1995), it was nonetheless a notion that loomed large in the popular imagination.

In 1880, London University became Britain’s first major university to grant full degrees to women. They began admitting female students in 1869. Notably, the original caption for this image reads “Sweet Girl Graduates.

The 19th century saw sweeping cultural changes across Britain, thanks in large part to the exploding government bureaucracy required to run the Empire. More and more young men were receiving college educations to prepare them to fill the thousands of jobs in offices across the globe, while their sisters back home watched them head off and began to imagine following in their footsteps.

The growing feminist movement among the middle class prompted major universities like Oxford and Cambridge to crack open their doors to admit a trickling of female students. Although they did not grant full degrees to women until well into the 20th century (1920 for Oxford and 1948 for Cambridge), women’s colleges exposed academically minded girls to fields such as classics, medicine, and advanced mathematics. And throughout England during the 1800s, smaller colleges—like my fictional Schofield College—were established to give both sexes greater educational opportunities.

Girton College, Cambridge class photo from 1903, including Cambridge’s first Black female student, Ida King (middle row, far left, wearing the necktie).

Even among families with the means to afford a university education, however, college was still out of reach to the vast majority of English girls. And for those who did attend, their educations were often considered a fleeting novelty, to be set aside once they married—not as preparation for a profession. Debate centered on how well a university education would help young women manage their domestic lives, as is illustrated by this lively tete-a-tete from 1882 in “The Girl’s Own Paper.” 

Writing as “M.P.S.,” one contributor offered “The Disadvantages of Higher Education:”

While a rebuttal from fourteen-year-old Bertha Mary Jenkinson came the following month in a letter to the editor:

(A footnote to Jenkinson’s letter reveals that M.P.S. was, in fact, a woman–proving that not all objections came from men.)

A poster advocating keeping Cambridge University (“varsity” being short for university) for male students only. Cambridge University Library Special Collections

At the same time that women were making inroads, many of their male classmates were becoming ever more entrenched. Female students faced backlash from a male student body resistant to what they felt was an invasion of a traditionally male purview. Student newspapers at Oxford and Cambridge featured editorials and cartoons lampooning female students and criticizing the upending of the “natural” social order. (Deslandes, 2005)

This effigy of a female cyclist (a symbol of women’s social freedom) was mutilated during protests against female students at Cambridge in 1897. Across campus, a banner read “HERE’S NO PLACE FOR YOU MAIDS.”

In 1897, the atmosphere at Cambridge grew so heated that a demonstration by female students campaigning for full degree rights turned into a riot, with male students throwing fireworks and eggs at the women.

This circa 1890-1900 image of young women studying at Cambridge shows an idyllic view of university life

But advocates for women’s higher education pressed on. It might have taken a world war (or two), but women eventually did earn the right to take classes and receive degrees alongside their fellow male students, and the image of female college students became ever more common—and even expected.

Across the pond, Iowa State University was “co-educational” from its founding in the 1860s

By the time I went to college, a century later, female students outnumbered males at most universities in England and the US—a statistic still the case today around the world.

The Iowa State Campanile, completed in 1899, is the inspiration for Schofield College’s Campanile in Cold-Blooded Myrtle

Although at twelve, Myrtle is a bit young to attend university classes (or lectures, as she would say), thanks to pioneering women and educators, she can well imagine herself studying in the hallowed halls of a distinguished university.

For further reading:

Sally Mitchell, The New Girl: Girl’s Culture in England 1880-1915

Paul R. Deslandes, Oxbridge Men: British Masculinity and the Undergraduate Experience, 1850-1920

VictorianVoices.net: Women’s Higher Education—a magnificent collection of period articles and essays

Archives and Artifacts from the 1897 Cambridge riots

One Response to “#MyrtleMondays: Off to College!”


  1. Patti S.

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece. It was very interesting to read about the discrepancies for men and women going to college. Thank you for sharing. I just love your books! I am rereading them for a second time. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Take care!

    Reply

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#MyrtleMondays: Off to College!


All across America this week, college students are heading back to class, and high school seniors are anxiously completing their college applications and waiting for early admissions results. Just like today, a college education was a rite of passage for 19th century students, but a sharp debate raged about just how much education was appropriate, desirable, or even healthy for girls and young women.

I had visited Schofield College on occasion, mostly for scientific lectures and to avail myself of their capacious library. Being here had always made me feel intellectually stimulated and closer to Mum. I had often pictured myself dashing across the grounds one day, in my black academic robes, from lecture hall to examination, taking up my own university education.               – Myrtle in Cold Blooded Myrtle

In Myrtle Hardcastle Mysteries #3, Cold-Blooded Myrtle, Myrtle spends some time in her Mum’s old stomping grounds of Schofield College, investigating the mysterious, unsolved disappearance of a student years earlier. Although by the early 1900s only a few thousand Englishwomen had achieved a college education (Mitchell, 1995), it was nonetheless a notion that loomed large in the popular imagination.

In 1880, London University became Britain’s first major university to grant full degrees to women. They began admitting female students in 1869. Notably, the original caption for this image reads “Sweet Girl Graduates.

The 19th century saw sweeping cultural changes across Britain, thanks in large part to the exploding government bureaucracy required to run the Empire. More and more young men were receiving college educations to prepare them to fill the thousands of jobs in offices across the globe, while their sisters back home watched them head off and began to imagine following in their footsteps.

The growing feminist movement among the middle class prompted major universities like Oxford and Cambridge to crack open their doors to admit a trickling of female students. Although they did not grant full degrees to women until well into the 20th century (1920 for Oxford and 1948 for Cambridge), women’s colleges exposed academically minded girls to fields such as classics, medicine, and advanced mathematics. And throughout England during the 1800s, smaller colleges—like my fictional Schofield College—were established to give both sexes greater educational opportunities.

Girton College, Cambridge class photo from 1903, including Cambridge’s first Black female student, Ida King (middle row, far left, wearing the necktie).

Even among families with the means to afford a university education, however, college was still out of reach to the vast majority of English girls. And for those who did attend, their educations were often considered a fleeting novelty, to be set aside once they married—not as preparation for a profession. Debate centered on how well a university education would help young women manage their domestic lives, as is illustrated by this lively tete-a-tete from 1882 in “The Girl’s Own Paper.” 

Writing as “M.P.S.,” one contributor offered “The Disadvantages of Higher Education:”

While a rebuttal from fourteen-year-old Bertha Mary Jenkinson came the following month in a letter to the editor:

(A footnote to Jenkinson’s letter reveals that M.P.S. was, in fact, a woman–proving that not all objections came from men.)

A poster advocating keeping Cambridge University (“varsity” being short for university) for male students only. Cambridge University Library Special Collections

At the same time that women were making inroads, many of their male classmates were becoming ever more entrenched. Female students faced backlash from a male student body resistant to what they felt was an invasion of a traditionally male purview. Student newspapers at Oxford and Cambridge featured editorials and cartoons lampooning female students and criticizing the upending of the “natural” social order. (Deslandes, 2005)

This effigy of a female cyclist (a symbol of women’s social freedom) was mutilated during protests against female students at Cambridge in 1897. Across campus, a banner read “HERE’S NO PLACE FOR YOU MAIDS.”

In 1897, the atmosphere at Cambridge grew so heated that a demonstration by female students campaigning for full degree rights turned into a riot, with male students throwing fireworks and eggs at the women.

This circa 1890-1900 image of young women studying at Cambridge shows an idyllic view of university life

But advocates for women’s higher education pressed on. It might have taken a world war (or two), but women eventually did earn the right to take classes and receive degrees alongside their fellow male students, and the image of female college students became ever more common—and even expected.

Across the pond, Iowa State University was “co-educational” from its founding in the 1860s

By the time I went to college, a century later, female students outnumbered males at most universities in England and the US—a statistic still the case today around the world.

The Iowa State Campanile, completed in 1899, is the inspiration for Schofield College’s Campanile in Cold-Blooded Myrtle

Although at twelve, Myrtle is a bit young to attend university classes (or lectures, as she would say), thanks to pioneering women and educators, she can well imagine herself studying in the hallowed halls of a distinguished university.

For further reading:

Sally Mitchell, The New Girl: Girl’s Culture in England 1880-1915

Paul R. Deslandes, Oxbridge Men: British Masculinity and the Undergraduate Experience, 1850-1920

VictorianVoices.net: Women’s Higher Education—a magnificent collection of period articles and essays

Archives and Artifacts from the 1897 Cambridge riots

One Response to “#MyrtleMondays: Off to College!”


  1. Patti S.

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece. It was very interesting to read about the discrepancies for men and women going to college. Thank you for sharing. I just love your books! I am rereading them for a second time. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Take care!

    Reply

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