It has been decided that I will invest in a serger. It makes sense. I don’t know why I didn’t have one before. Clearly I had misplaced economic priorities: though I bought very good quality fabrics and findings, I was using a cheap Kenmore machine I could not rely on to effectively sew straight simple seams, much less give lovely contrast stitching. I’m the same way with ski equipment. I prefer to know nothing about it, and would rather just enjoy the sport. But, eventually, I am forced to learn.
I’m not sure what the next project will be and am waiting for inspiration. How about something more abstract, like a wedding dress for Lucy Honeychurch. It would fit well with my qualifications. Since E.M. Foresters book focused so much on the Italian Renaissance and the natural landscape, I could strive to gracefully blend these themes with the Edwardian S-curve. Wow. That does sound exciting.
I will be traveling soon, though, so the work will have to be done intermittenly. Perhaps I will find some further inspiration abroad… or some luscious fabric or lace.
I love how Lucy towards the end of the book is about to rush off to Athens and Constantinople. These would have been very sensory, carnal locales for an English woman who, not so long before had been planning to marry Mr. Vyse and settle into a London society, and a dimly lit stuffy quasi-Georgian row house. It’s funny to imagine how she would have fared there with her spinster companions in lively Istanbul. Would she have met another George? Been driven bonkers out of frustration of not having George? Would she have gravitated towards a Miss Lavish, to whom she may have revealed too much, and blamed others both for her unhappiness and for her indiscretion? Would she have spent the rest of her life revolving around her experiences with George? Maybe she might have met another Mr. Vyse, or re-engaged herself to Cecil when she returned to England, terrified of suffering a passive-aggressive, spinster life with nothing but memories and an occasional Miss Lavish like Charlotte? But she didn’t… she married George instead.
A wedding gown for Miss Honeychurch would use the pagan, classical and the Florentine Renaissance as an inspirations, I would imagine. Lush leaves, burgeoning blooms, violent angles and surging (no pun intended) repetition softened with the lightness of idealism and with chiffon, architectural motifs and lacey arabesques echoing bodily curves and primal urges, squeezing and molding themselves into the framework of human civilization and an S-corset.
Would she have worn all white, do you think? I don’t think so. Maybe an ivory with subtle colored gold or cameo-toned accents to reflect the flush of love and joie de vivre? No Victorian timidity, but of a Renaissance triumph, poured into an Edwardian Silhouette. How Vaughan Williams! And, I believe the author and Merchant Ivory would approve.
These are all things to think about.
P.S. For those who don’t know A Room with a View, here is a segment that sums up the philosophical message. Yes, that is Helena Bonham Carter, Maggie Smith, and Judy Dench, among others.
*Lucy Honeychurch probably didn’t really have a wedding dress since Lucy and George eloped. But that’s irrelevant.