Okay, so I feel I have to address an issue, I, as a thoroughly ignorant Brit, didn’t know until now.
WHY DID NO-ONE TELL ME MARTHA WASHINGTON WAS A FASHION QUEEN?
Now, granted, I’ve not had much exposure to American history, outside of my gran showing me Gone With The Wind, and the little I gleaned growing up from Alvin and the Chipmunks, The Simpsons, and National Treasure. Watching Turn and having international friendswho are enthusiastic about their history was a massive epiphany for me. Wait, there’s a whole new arena of history I haven’t explored? Sweet!
But on of my pre-conceived notions from all that pop-culture was that Martha Washington was a Founding Grandmother. You know…
Looks like little Red Riding Hood’s granny…
Look, granny! Carries knitting in one hand (possibly patriotic knitting. After all, Betsy Ross doesn’t just get dibs.)
Why Grandmamma, what big 1780s caps you have! (all the better to be First Lady with, my dear…)
From the paintings and iconography of Martha Washington, I’d have been very surprised if she didn’t own a rocking-chair. And I’m sure, in later life, she did. But that wasn’t ALL there was to Martha….
Wait, THIS is Martha, too?!
At first, there seems nothing to connect the staid, sensible-looking old lady in the first few portraits to this reconstructed painting of young Martha Washington, or the “Widow Custis.”
One of the first things I was struck by was that for a long time, Washington wasn’t really “George Washington” pre-Revolutionary War. He was the ‘Widow Custis’ husband’.
Now, according to Wikipedia:
“Martha Washington has traditionally been seen as a small, frumpy woman,
who spent her days at the Revolutionary War winter encampments visiting
with the common soldiers in their huts.”
I think the Widow Custis’ rather fabulous wardrobe would beg to disagree!
See the colours up there? Blue - especially that deep indigo blue - was tradionally one of the most expensive dyes available. No-one who could afford indigo is EVER going to be accused of being frumpy by 18th century peers.
Also - I could write a whole essay about Martha Washington and the colour yellow.
This particular shade, known as “Imperial yellow” ,was a big thing in both 18th century East and West. Like the fad for Chinoiserie that was prevalent at the time, this was a cultural fashion import from China.
According to an article by the University of Nottingham,
“Yellow, as one of the five colours derived from the Five Elements Theory surpassed
the other colours when it became the emblem of emperor. It was thought
that the emperor was located in the centre of the five directions and
the centre was represented by the element earth and the colour yellow.
The idea struck a chord with the 18th century west, and yellow became an increasingly popular colour in gowns for the upper class, gradually filtering down to the middle classes towards the end of the 18th century. Back in the 1750s when Martha was the young, attractive, fiery Widow Custis, this would have made one heck of an impact, especially in the colonies. It showed her wealth and status in one go as well as - her ability to source fabrics from the other end of the earth.
I’m also going to add that when marrying Washington, Martha’s wedding gown of choice?
Imperial Yellow. Plain and frumpy this ain’t. Martha’s practically wearing a solid gold dress.
(Reproduction on display at Mount Vernon)
And, keeping up that ‘indigo blue/purple’ is one of the most expensive dyes around theme?
May I present the First Lady’s extremely sassy wedding shoes? In purple silk and gilt thread - and with that ahem, ‘imperial yellow’ silk lining peeping out there?
to quote the excellent @americanrevolutionhotties, these were the ‘Manolo Blahniks’ of their day. And they certainly say “you are one LUCKY man, Georgie boy” in spades (although George was by no means a shabby dresser himself, the gorgeous red-haired dork.) Martha was 27 when she married him, a young, attractive widow and businesswoman with two children and an incredible inheritance from her previous husband. This must have been the powerhouse wedding of the century!
Being an absolute costume nerd, I did a bit more research into Martha Washington’s wardrobe. What else did this fashion forward woman have in her linen press?
This gown’s an absolute confection! Pink, embroidered satin, muslin and fine lace sleeves - and don’t froget, touch of yellow in the florals there. Martha still kept her style!
It’s sometimes incorrectly named her ‘inaugural ballgown’, as it’s part of the Smithsonian’s First Ladies Inaugural Gown collection. Martha strongly disapproved of George being President and actually didn’t show up for his inauguration. She was at home, busy ‘packing’. (So you can add strong-willed and independent to the list of amazing things Martha is, too)
There’s also this rather fantastic gold brocaded ballgown. The colours have faded, but you can see traces of the original colour in the bodice -and can you imagine it glittering by candlelight at a dinner table?
In her later years, Martha adopted a simpler transitional 1790s style that’s mostly commonly shown in the portraits of her as an older lady; practical, in keeping with her status, but a little more restrained (as befits a sober older lady, by the standards of the time) Still, amazingly classy in silk…
(Also, plus-size, and still rocking it. You go, girl!)
Loving the button detailing, very chic.
Sadly, these are the only gowns that survive intact from Martha’s wardrobe. Martha was nothing if not practical and a lot of her and George’s clothes were cut up and distributed to admirers and friends. But luckily, Mount Vernon has a great collection of these remnants of finery, so I’m going to post the “scraps of history” here, with a few thoughts on what they might have been…
Gorgeous red brocade with blue and gold trailing flowers! You can still see the folds where it was pleated, probably into a robe francaise. According to Mount Vernon, the little circle you can see cut-out is too small to be an armhole. It was probably used by her granddaughter to make a pin-cushion.
MOAR IMPERIAL YELLOW. YESSS, MARTHA. WEAR ALL THE YELLOW.
And this lovely green damask - hey, there’s something that probably looked like the gown Martha wears in Turn! Full points, costume designers!
AMAZINGLY similar lace, saved from Martha’s wedding gown. The exquisite lace sleeves would be re-used on other gowns as an accessory. Again, 10/10, Turn costume designers!
one of my favourites out of the Mount Vernon collection. The peach and white and brown… oh, would look stunning on a brunette! I can only imagine this in an open robe, or a robe francaise, or anglaise, or…
*grabby hands at fabric*
well, look who’s rocking 18th century fuchsia and imperial yellow together! DAMN IT MARTHA, GIVE ME YOUR FASHION SENSE.This is my other favourite, in case you couldn’t tell…
and finally, this gorgeous white handpainted silk. You can only imagine what this must have looked like in a gown.
Fashion history lesson over, kids. Spread the word. Martha Washington was an outrageous, daring, fabulous fashion queen.
I am afraid the young man belonged to the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood, for he had spent a most unconscionable time upon the accessories of this picture― upon my lady’s crispy ringlets and the heavy folds of her crimson velvet dress.
Yes; the painter must have been a pre-Raphaelite. No one but a pre-Raphaelite would have painted, hair by hair, those feathery masses of ringlets with every glimmer of gold, and every shadow of pale brown. No one but a pre-Raphaelite would have so exaggerated every attribute of that delicate face as to give a lurid lightness to the blonde complexion, and a strange, sinister light to the deep blue eyes. No one but a pre-Raphaelite could have given to that pretty pouting mouth the hard and almost wicked look it had in the portrait.
Mary Elizabeth Braddon on the Pre-Raphaelites, writing about Lady Audley’s half-finished portrait in “Lady Audley’s Secret”
Summary: A Fantasy AU. The
pieces are on the board and two countries have come together to
solidify a union with an arranged marriage: That of Olivier Armstrong
and Roy Mustang. As two opponents attempt to figure out each
others moves and intentions, each play changes the outcome and
Mustang’s men are determined to ensure a wedding doesn’t happen.
AN: An arranged marriage AU I
started a while ago and picked up for Royai Week and it got out of
hand. (as always)
“God he’s small.”
Riza Hawkeye stood beside the two
Armstrong sisters as they inspected the esteemed guests in the
courtyard. Olivier was the one to criticize, Catherine simply
“I don’t know, I can see the bulge in
his pants from here.”
Riza frowned. The younger, more
innocent looking one, was always the one to scrutinize the physical
attributes down to the very last detail.
“What do your eyes see?” Olivier
directed her question to her bodyguard and waited for her assessment.
Riza had been watching them from the
moment of their arrival, the entourage of Roy Mustang and the man
himself who was the potential husband for her Lady. Although the
marriage had been already arranged, she knew Olivier had enough power
to call the thing off if she vehemently opposed. Unfortunately the
Armstrongs needed the young General’s forces as well as his ability
to wield fire in battle. The war with Drachma had taken it’s toll
and they were in a bind however the question was not what she thought
about the arranged marriage but what she saw of Mustang the man.
How he treated his people, how they treated him. Her trained eye
was meant to pick out officers of enemy units by their actions and
eliminate them to create chaos, now she needed to assess the man to
see if he could be counted on to end the chaos of this long war. “He
carries himself with confidence, he’s not at all intimidated by the
size of your brother or the fact that the men beside him are much
taller than him. He’s not compensating for anything.”
Rotari was an Italian painter of the Baroque period. Born in Verona, he worked extensively around central Europe, where he was in considerable demand as a portrait artist, and died in St Petersburg, where he had traveled to paint for the Russian court.
Jon rushed around his bedroom, jumping over toys, trying to finish getting ready. He could hear Sansa shouting up to him. He finished tying his tie and hurried downstairs.
When he landed at the bottom of the stairs, he couldn’t help but laugh.
Sansa had tied bright pink bandanas with little eggs on them around their dogs’ necks. Their German Shepherd, Lady, sat regally, as though she was posing for a portrait. Next to her lay Ghost, their Husky mix. He seemed to be looking up at Jon, silently pleading.
The form of the show is
simple: whenever things get too hot for the older Marvin, he reverts back to
himself at fourteen. After 14: he has a high school sweetheart, isn’t big with
the intimacies, gets married, isn’t big with the intimacies, and leaves his
wife for a man. So Marvin grows up (after a fashion), says goodbye to the
ladies (more to the point), and learns to live with always getting what he
wants- which is the story of In Trousers.
In the libretto for the
1986 revised show, Finn added to this: “But alot of the
material was about my learning to write the kind of show songs I wanted to
write. So the show is about Marvin’s education, and mine.” Ira Wetizman has
called it an “impressionistic portrait of Marvin.”
A circle on the floor, an enormous Venetian blind painted blue,
a wall through which ladies can disappear.
Marvin His wife His high school sweetheart His teacher, Miss Goldberg (who always wears sunglasses)
Giddy Seizures - Marvin & the ladies
The first number, of course, introduces the main character,
Marvin, and sets the tone for the rest of the show. Basically, it is
establishing the baseline: Marvin at 14 years old (as mentioned by Finn). He’s
a weird kid, who acts inappropriately, impulsively, and selfishly. He craves
the attention of others, so he makes scenes by throwing tantrums or “fits”
which are represented by giddy seizures. But it’s also important to note that
this song is not a specific event or experience, it’s sort of an embodiment of
how 14 year old Marv acts. All the ladies are on stage and singing, but they’re
not really present in the action. Because there isn’t any real action.
How the Body Falls Apart - Ladies
Once Marvin is gone, they transition to his wife’s song by
having the ladies sing this sort of… ambiguous declaration about life. I guess?
There is again not really any action here. I mean… “things on which we
most depend seem to fail us in the end” is sort of a resonant theme, I would
DONE! The She wolf, mother of the prince that was promised and the Knight of the laughing tree. I would sell my face to watch a GOT spin off featuring The
Tourney at Harrenhal and Robert’s Rebellion. More awesome ladies to come ;)