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” . . .they were apt to bulge below the waist in front; for, poor dears, they were but human after all, and they had to expand somewhere.”

July 28, 2014 / Adrienne Morris / 12 Comments

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Very sensible article about corsets

Underwear wars?

7 things women wore under their skirts

Underwear video

19th century changing silhouette at the Met

Above quote: Gwen Raverat Period Piece

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Endings are abstruse, mystic and unreal. They are but depleted beginnings purposed to be substituted with newer ones.A transition of outlook and time, similar to our differing moods before and after slumber. Before the act we witness an exhaustion, a sulkiness but on gaining consciousness, we’re rejuvenated and good humored. The wakefulness is the new beginning whereas the tension the disturbance we perceive each night is the weariness of the beginnings, of each day. So there never really is an end, all that there are are beginnings.Beginnings which are promising, which offer hope, which have a new leash on life, which neither denounce nor belittle rather soothe and console by reconstructing the broken pieces of yesterday, mending them and reinforcing them with courage and beauty like never before.

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“The chief beauty about time

Now I know why North Bergen people call their front steps stoeps ❤️. It’s a Dutch thing to sit on them and chat with neighbors. I have so many fond memories of playing hopscotch with my cousins while my parents and aunts and uncles crowded the stoeps and talked the night away.

I wanted to see the light change on the horizon, to notice the pinky-orange alpenglow illuminating the mountains as the day fell away and to know the comings and goings of the birds. I wanted to have places to explore and escape to. I wanted to live on my terms, no matter what people thought of that. And I managed, somehow, to actually do it.

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Adrienne Morris

Adrienne Morris is author of the novel The House on Tenafly Road (selected as an Editors' Choice Book by The Historical Novel Society and a Notable Indie Book of the Year) and The Tenafly Road Series, the continuing historical saga of the Weldon and Crenshaw families of Gilded Age Englewood, New Jersey. Adrienne lives on a small Upstate New York farm with her human and animal family.

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There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

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