Dressing in History

I often wish that I had lived in a different time period, one where I would have been able to wear pretty, flowy dresses everyday, and people would have admired them, instead of thinking I was strange for wearing them. If I could pick any historical fashion period, I would probably choose the Regency, especially the early part in the 1790's. I love clothes from the other eras as well, but I don't think I would have been too fond of wearing corsets on a daily basis.
I love looking around at online shops that make reproductions of the clothing people used to wear. It fascinates me. I think it's because, somewhere inside of me, there's a little girl who still likes playing dress-up, and she likes to come out every once in a while. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) I don't have any money to buy the any of the gems that I find, so I must be content with admiring them from afar. Here are a few of my favorites.

This one is actually from 1954, so it's not as old as some of the others, but it's still exquisite.

c. 1830's/ 1840's White Printed Muslin Summer Gown

Robe a la Francaise c. 1770

Dress of Madame Recamier, c. 1805

1860's Ballgown

I hope you have enjoyed looking at them as much as I have. I will post more as I find them.

Long Time, No Type

I think I really may have died since the last time I wrote anything here (figuratively of course). I have successfully once again managed to isolate myself from any budding friendships that once were, without even trying. Maybe it goes back to that old saying: "Out of sight, out of mind." Through little fault of my own, I definitely have the "out of sight" part covered. Basically my daily routine is this: wake up (at any time of the day, it doesn't really matter at this point), wander around the house for a few minutes making sure there are no notes for me telling me to do something that may or may not have a deadline, go back to my bedroom, try to amuse myself somehow, eat at some point, keep amusing myself. Needless to say, it gets very monotonous. I have been perfecting this particular routine since sometime in 2007, so by now I can consider myself a professional hermit. It doesn't help much that I am having to really on other members of my family to help me get an actual life, but I can't blame them for anything. They are all wonderful people, and they are doing the best they can. It's just that somedays I feel like such a burden on them, even though they constantly assure me that I am not one. I can only hope that it will get better and that something will happen soon.

I realize, reading the previous paragraph that I was definitely rambling, even if said rambling was somewhat meaningful. Anyways, on with the art!
I have just discovered a new (to me) artist whose work is some pretty cool stuff. His name is Michael Johansson, and here is a look at my favorite piece (so far), entitled Packa Pappas Kappsack, which is Swedish for Pack Daddy's Suitcase.