Reading-wise, I am not stuck in the 18th century, and with the exception of novels in the pure romance genre, I like to read all kinds of books. For the most part, I stick with fiction, and within fiction, mostly literary fiction. I have also been known to read Harry Potter, the crazy conspiracy-secret society laden Dan Brown novels, and some uncategorizable spec-fic from Neal Stephenson.
I do like me some Jane Austen, too.

But I almost didn't.
When I was in college, I took a class called "The Rise of the English Novel", which a friend of a friend of mine dubbed "The Rise of the English Nap." No kidding. We started with Clarissa, by Samuel Richardson, the abridged version of which was still about 500+ pages. It was an epistolary novel about, among other things, the downfall of Clarissa, and served as both a cautionary tale on womanly virtues lost, and a commentary on family relations (the bad kind, in case you were wondering). And, there is at one point An Enormously Important Event that was completely lost on me (and more than a few classmates) until we discussed it in class.
"So, did you all get to the scene where Clarissa is taken advantage of by the libertine?" Head scratching. "You know, where they go off into a room together?" More head scratching. Our patient professor explained that this implied, you know, that something had happened. You know, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. Man-woman relations.
"Really?" was the collective response. Except for the class suck-ups.
"Well," she said, "It wasn't as if they could just spell it out."
Oh good Lord, I thought. This is going to be a loooonnng quarter.
I can say that each book we read did improve on the previous, but considering where we started, this isn't saying much, just that the authors were slightly less boring and obtuse as weeks went by. Somewhere in there we had to read The Sorrows of Young Werther, the book that divided the class into Team Werther and Team Please Take Werther Out Behind the Barn and Put Him Down. Guess which team I was on.
Our final book was Northanger Abbey, by Jane Austen. Having slogged through Richardson and Goethe and a few other novels on the rise, I have to say, the cards were stacked against Austen. I had not read any of her books at that point in my life (in hindsight, a crime), and I was ready dislike this one as much as the others.
But here is the thing: where Samuel was a finger-wagger, and Johann was a wallower, Jane was funny. I read the first few pages, and I thought, this isn't really as good as I think it is....is it? Her characters seemed real, and the people and places more alive than any of the other books we read that quarter. The story was more interesting, the writing more clear, and overall, I found myself having to say, "I think I like this. In fact, I think I love this." And this was just Northanger Abbey. I hadn't even scratched the surface.
She seemed to say, "Yeah, yeah, ok Richardson, pioneer of the form and all that.....but come over here and read ME. Clarissa might be important, Werther more...poetic, but I am FUN."
Soon after this, I devoured Emma, Sense and Sensibility, and Pride and Prejudice. You could drink beer with Jane and laugh at inside jokes, like how
ridiculous Mr. Collins is, or the nonsense coming out of Mrs. Elton's
mouth. I don't see myself drinking beer with Mr. Richardson.
A few years later, and I went to see Emma with my mom and sister. I came out of the theater wanting a dress from the movie, but certain obstacles prevented this. One, I could not sew. Two, I had nowhere to wear a floor-length Regency style dress.
Obstacle number one is (kind of sort of nearly there) conquered. Obstacle two, however, remained.
Fast forward a bit in time.
My sister informed me a month ago that she bought the latest Emma miniseries on DVD (the new one with Romola Garai in the title role, see pic above), and she was going to have a viewing party, "with costumes, of course."
That's what I'm talkin' about. Now, at long last, I have an excuse to make one of these dresses.
Be forewarned, future throwers of Halloween parties. When I get this 18 piece pattern of a dress fitted to my measurements, I will be in period costume for your parties the next 20+ years. Let's hope my body holds its shape as long as the dress. I might be stuffing myself into something that doesn't fit so well, and you will just have to suck it up and endure.
And here is the fabric. Not too bad, actually, about $40 at Fabric.com (actually, less. I bought something else in that package. So, about $25 for 4 yards). Cotton lawn. I should have enough for me and to make a little something for my daughter, if I mix in some other fabric. I'll need something for lining, but will buy locally when I have a better idea of how I am putting this together. I already have a few ideas for modifications.
Sigh. I can't wait to start this project. It's been a long time coming.