
It’s August. Hot as blazes here in Atlanta. Boy, howdy, am I thankful for air conditioning! I’m also thankful I don’t have to wear long dresses with bloomers and petticoats underneath, maybe a corset too, and lace-up boots. No wonder women used to faint!Nineteenth century women’s clothing has been on my mind as I write my latest novel, half of which is set in the summer of 1840. Because they certainly didn’t have AC back then. They didn’t even have electricity, so they couldn’t use window fan...
Published on August 02, 2018 13:23