#pocket panniers

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grrrr why did people ever stop wearing mid-renaissance clothes

[terrasu]

DISCLAIMER: MY PAMPERED, BELOVED CATS ARE SCREAMING (and I do not think well when they cry like that so)

Currently investigating, but bicycle panniers:

How I knew panniers, the historical support garment of the mid to late 1700s, through historical fashion: (Image from)

Before fashions got to the extremes that panniers would support, pocket hoops were used, which could hold a lot:

Just wondering how 18th-century undergarment support -> bag used for bicycles.

(word popularity over time of pannier, which was also apparently a name for bags on beasts of burden)

It definitely spikes during the late 1700s before Napolean for the historical support garment.

It begins to spike again around the 1810s when the bicycle (or more accurately, the swift walker) was invented. A more bicycle-like bicycle came around the mid-1800s.

Although bicycles supposedly became ~super~ popular/common around the 1880s-ish, when the word is in decline...one would expect that bags for bicycles would be popular, especially since tie-on pockets weren't really a thing. This video from CrowsEyeProductions mentions Queen Victoria had a pocket in her dress, but seemingly as part of the fabric of the dress itself, not a functional undergarment.

(For ref, I saw the word pannier to refer to the bag in June's Journey, a game set in the 1920s, and I know they put in *some* effort on their research, judging by the soccer balls they depict & etc)

[lesbian-space-fish]

Chemise ✅

Stockings ✅

Petticoat ✅

Stays ✅

Panniers ✅

[lebedame-wegelagerin]

And here, as promised to the dear @vinceaddams come a lot of extant Garments from my recent Visit at the German National Museum in Nuremberg. I am trying to give as much Information about each Picture as I can though unfortunately not all of the Pictures were taken by me and I could take Pictures as extensively (including Info Signs) as I would have wanted, lest I be abandoned in the Clothing Section. Also the whole Section was awfully dim, which made it rather difficult to read some of the Signs. The last three Pictures were taken in a different Section, thus the more pleasant Lighting.

Servant Livery, bavarian Court, mid 19th Century (left); Servant of the Count of Cannotreadhisname, first half 19th Century (right)

Woman's Folkdress, Lötschental/Wallis (Switzerland), Museum dates it 1830/1905 which is an awfully broad Range, but maybe it was altered later; shows wonderfully how late 18th Century Styles were preserved in european Folkdress that came to be in the 19th Century proper

Various Men's Garments throughout the 18th Century, as there are Closeups of each, the respective Detailinformation will be provided further down.

Men's Spencer, c. 1810s-1820s, Linen and Cotton, the Sign didn't say it explicitely but due to it's Placement in the Exhibition and comparable other Pieces I have seen, I think this is more of a common Man's Piece of Clothing.

Three Men's Shirts, various Shoebuckles, a cocked Hat, a Periwig and what I assume to be a Hair Bag. This Display Case had a rather badly illuminated Sign, so sadly I have no further Details about the Pieces.

Justeaucorps, c. 1695, Wool, Silk, Metal Trim.

Waistcoat, c. 1695, Silk, according to the Museum it was worn together with the Justeaucorps, which seems to be a nice Colour-Combination.

Breeches, 1790-1800, Silk. Very pretty Pair, but the bad Lighting doesn't really let it show.

Habit à la francaise, c. 1790, Wool, Silk, Embroidery (What a Material Specification...). I really like the Combination of those subtle dark on dark Stripes and the Embroidery.

Tailcoat, c. 1790/1795, Cotton, Silk, Linen, really peak 1790s Look honestly.

Very wide Court Panniers, with Pocket Hoops and Crinoline in the Background. Alas no Detail Information for this and the next two Pictures.

Frontal View of the Pannier. I suppose I have to get one of those at some Point, if only for how extra they are.

Three Pairs of Stays, two from the Front, one from the Back. Sadly I don't feel confident enough to Date those and I have no Pictures showing the Info Signs well enough.

Lots of pretty Dresses that were exhibited in another Section of the Museum. The right one is a Robe à l'Anglaise, but that's all I can tell.

Another beautiful Anglaise, notable for being preserved in its Entirety with original Ruffles.

More pretty Dresses. Unfortunately due to Time Reasons I have no Pictures of the Suits displayed across the Dresses in the U-shaped Display, though I have to say one of them had a very much not authentic Lacebib hanging from the Neck...

That's all the cool Clothing Pics I have, at some Point I will return and take loooots more Pictures from all the Angles too. Also at some Point I might write to the Museum about the Lighting, there surely is a better Solution when having your Objects barely visible with unreadable Signs while still protecting them from UV-Rays.

Bonus-Pic 1:

Me, in historical Dress, c. 1750 (minus the Shoes), standing in a historical Kitchen.

Bonus-Pic 2, for the Boat-Crowd:

Beautifully detailed Modell Sailing Ship, early to mid 17th Century if I remember correctly. Interestingly enough all the little Sailor Figurines on it were very much early 19th Century in Style, so I assume the previous owner had those added at some Point, before the Museum acquired the Model in the late 19th Century. (The Incongruence sadly wasn't addressed on the Info Sign, so I might contact them about this too.)

[wandaluvstacos]

I think telling people to learn how to sew garments when they care about fashion sustainability is not particularly useful. Sewing your own clothes is expensive, super time intensive, and it actually takes a really long period of practice to get good enough that what you make doesn't look wonky. If you're sewing garments that aren't constructed well enough for long term use or that you don't like enough to wear, it's actually way worse sustainability-wise than buying something professionally done. The most sustainable garment is one you love and wear for years, no matter the fabric content.

that said, i actually do really think it's valuable to know how to sew generally and have a machine around, for those times that stitching comes apart, when you want to improve a garment by adding pockets, or general repair. For example, I had a grocery pannier fall apart, so I removed the panel that was the issue:

and I intend to sew a new piece from my dog's feed bag on in its place. I'm hoping it's not a difficult replacement; anyone who can sew a rectangle could probably do it. Thus I've rescued at least one thing from the landfill. I also was able to add side panels to some underwear I bought that was too small, thus making them large enough to wear. They aren't pretty, but if you return clothes they basically get thrown out, so this way they can be used before that happens (and it's underwear, so it doesn't have to look pretty, it just needs to be functional).

Machines can be expensive or they can be cheap, depending on what you want. My new Brother machine that I got from Sears back in 2017 cost me probably $150, and it works well enough for most things. It's also pretty light and portable.

You can also get fully functional older machines via Facebook Marketplace. My machine Pamela cost me $85, and she works great, though she is NOT portable and weighs like 45 lbs lol. But she'll sew through anything.

A lot of older machines you can get for $50-$100, and honestly even if they just have a straight stitch, that works for 85% of garment construction applications and nearly 100% of all touch-up applications.

Anyway, while I've been loving sewing clothes, I don't think you should do it unless you're passionate about it. But I DO think everyone should know how to sew and have a machine around for those times you need it. Hand sewing is fine sometimes, but other times a sewing machine can turn an 30 minutes-long frustrating hand sewing job into a 30 second machine job.

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Week 2 of our Season 3 Crowdfund!

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[cedar-scavenges]

//Off blog moment. But. people in Laverre would have seen it, and possibly have posted it online.

It had started to finally get dark, the sounds of night clearing the cool winter air of Laverre. Cedar had only just begun to clean up their cooking pot, humming along to themself as they went. They were camping out outside of town, not because nobody wanted to house them, but because they had to. It only worked if they were sleeping outside of the boundaries of the town, and he didn't want to stay here any longer than he had to.

The soup was good, mild and mostly flavorless, but it was food and sprout was in no place to complain. They were never in a place to complain. Their situation was weird, but never bad. Just- fine.

Ingrid bumped her head into his side, effectively knocking sprout out of his thoughts and the ladle out of their hand. Damnit, they had only just cleaned that...Cedar reached over and ruffled the hair between her ears affectionately, the little donkey-mon letting out a low pleased whuffle.

--

It was- important, that they cleaned everything up before sprout went to bed. Got everything packed up and put it away on Ingrid's back. She really was a blessing, able to carry a good pannier with his food, her food, some spare clothes, cooking materials, and a bed roll. With Cedar's...sleepwalking problem, she needed to have everything in the pannier so that nothing was lost overnight. He shuddered, remembering the number of times they had lost- everything. Due to sprout's own negligence. They would never let it happen again.

They huffed as they sat back down, packing finished. Cedar drew a notebook from their pocket, ruffled and old- most of the things they had anymore were old- and jotted down the date and where they were. It didn't really do anything, didn't help, but the knowledge of where they were and when was comforting, even if it didn't make sense.

--

.....They can't sleep. Something about tonight- something is wrong. Ingrid feels it too, braying anxiously and stomping her hooves. A pressure builds in their ears and sprout sits up spotting- her. Shit. Shit! He hadn't moved on fast enough for fae trainer's taste, and she hung over him like a storm cloud on a summer's day, lavender-grey eyes dark with rage. She spat at him.

"Leave, toi qui erre en dormant."

Everyone had a different word for him, for what they were. Sprout didn't know what they translated to, but they never sounded nice, so he had always assumed it was an insult of some kind.

"I- please. Please, just a few more hours and I'll be gone, I'm not lingering, I promise!"

"Swear it."

--

Cedar hesitated. It's never a good idea to- but. He would be out of town by morning, that's how this worked.

"I swear. I'll be out of your town by morning."

And so the cycle continued.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Nine

I shut my eyes and let the wind rush past us, my hands linked tightly around Jude’s waist as he shoots up and down the narrow streets of the town on his bike. I didn’t know that there was such a thing as truly perilous bicycle riding, but I feel like we’re going so fast that every time we swerve around a corner I am sure that I’ll be hurled off the pannier rack and splat onto the concrete. I tell myself that if I squeeze my eyes shut tightly enough then I’ll be able to pretend that I’m safe, because this way all I can feel is the jerks of my body every time he swerves around another building or telephone pole and hear the sounds of my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I squeeze my cheek into his back to try and feel more secure, and the vibrations of his voice rebound through me as he speaks from up at the handlebars. 

“You doing okay?”

“Yes, great.” He skids onto a long stretch of straight road, and I breathe a sigh of relief as the bike steadies, and I peer over his shoulder. Seeing a town in this light is eerie. The streetlights cast a strange, ghostly orange glow over everything making it look like a black and white film or like we’ve somehow cycled through a portal into some old photograph, a town deserted and we’re the only ones on it. During the day this place is always bustling with noises, car engines and voices, footsteps, but now there’s no other souls but ours. It’s so quiet. 

“Hold on tight for a second.” Jude says, his voice an isolated sound in the silent streets.

“What are you going to do?” I cling on and brace myself as he releases the handlebars from his grip and tries to cycle with no hands. The bike wobbles first, then lurches to one side, and to my horror, I am almost launched from the back of it until he steadies himself and holds on again. “Sorry, I wanted to see if it would work with two people.”

“Well it doesn’t” 

“Sorry.” He cycles a little slower for a while after that. 

I wait until my heart has stopped thumping until I talk again, and when we’ve left town and all that lies ahead of us is a straight road all the way home, I feel steady enough to speak. “You didn’t have to bring me home, really, it’s so nice but I could have found my own way. And the extra weight can’t be good for the tires on this thing.”

“What, like you think you’re heavy? This bike has been through worse.” 

I glance down at the rusty frame, the spray paint, and the pedals so worn down from being tossed onto hard ground that most of the plastic has snapped off. I suppose that it has been. “And your hoodie,” I say “You didn’t need to give me it either.”

“I did both those things because I wanted to though, really, you’re not a burden. I’d prefer to cycle home rather than wait for the guys to be finished in the nightclub. It’s fine.” 

“You often cycle alone at night?”

“I prefer to do most things on my own, honestly. I have my own pace.”

I assume that pace is absurdly, dizzyingly quickly. He moves around so energetically, every movement he makes is so abrupt that he would make your head spin around. I’ve never met somebody so charged before. I think that it’s a bit thrilling to be around him. 

“Do you want to see something?”

I don’t even ask what it is. “Yes.”

He turns down into a narrow driveway, and we quickly lose all light from the road behind us. I have no idea where we are, only that the surface beneath the wheels is rockier now. I can feel little leaves and branches from a hedgerow swiping against my arms and legs, and I ask him where we’re going. 

“You’ll see.” He brings the bike to a stop soon after, and as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can see that we’re next to a high brick wall. We climb off and he leans his bike against it. “In my hoodie pocket” he says. “There’s my phone, can you hand it to me?” I reach in and retrieve it, and as my hand curls around it I can feel that it’s old. It’s some early 2000s model sturdy block phones. Nobody has these anymore, nobody except old people, and Jude apparently.

“Nice phone.” I say as I toss it to him. “Is this the new Blackberry?”

“Ha ha. Can your Blackberry do this?” He presses a button and a torch light glares out of the top of it. I’ve become so used to the pitch blackness of the night that it hurts and I have to look away and shield my eyes. “Jesus. No, I’m glad my Blackberry can’t do that.”

“Hey, it’s handy.” He clutches on to the top of the stone wall and starts hoisting himself up onto it. I start to follow him and leap up to grab the jagged stones at the top. “That phone is mad. I haven’t seen one of those since I was a little child.”

“It’s the worst phone ever.” He agrees, throwing a long leg over the wall and straddling it. “But I always break them, this is the only one that’s ever lasted.” He shines the torch light over the wall at something that I can’t see yet while I try to use all my strength to haul myself up onto it, feet searching around for some leverage, but it doesn’t work. I’m just not strong enough for it. 

“Give me your hands.” He reaches out to me and takes them, and then drags me up onto the top of the wall with him just like that. He made it look so easy, even if he scraped me on the stones on the way up a little bit. It’s only when he shakes my hands off his that I realise I’ve been holding onto them for longer than I should have, and I’m glad that it’s too dark for him to see me blush. “Getting in is the hard part.” He tells me. “It’s way easier to get out again.”

He grabs his phone again and points the torch at a patch of long grass on the other side of the wall, and then in one fluid movement he’s leapt off onto it and is reaching up to help me down there with him. 

“It’s too high.” I say. 

“I’ve got you.”

I scoot myself to the edge of the wall and then slowly, carefully I turn around and start easing my feet down the side of it. I’m facing away from him when he takes hold of my waist and asks me to let go of the wall. “I’ve got you.” He says again. 

There’s a rousing feeling within me when he lands me on the grass. An excitement in the vulnerability of it, the nearness of him in the darkness sending electric currents over me so that goosebumps rise up on my arms. I’ve had kisses with boys that have left me feeling nothing, but he can make my whole body shiver while barely touching me.

“Are you alright?” He says softly, because to speak in a normal voice among the absolute silence of the countryside would feel like an exclamation.

“Yes.” I breathe.

“If you want to go home, I can take you home. All you have to do is climb up on a bench and you can get back over, easy peasy.”

“No, I want to stay.”

“Alright.”

“Where are we?” I ask him. He lifts the torch and shines the beam out in front of us to illuminate what at first, looks like oddly shaped rocks scattered around in an overgrown field. I squint. “What is this? It’s like a- oh!” I gasp when the realisation strikes me. “We’re in a graveyard.”

“Yeah.” He starts stepping through the overgrown grass, weaving in and out of the gravestones and I follow him, trying to stay close enough so that the tiny phone torch light will light up the ground beneath me. God forbid I catch my shoe on someone’s grave and fall face first into an open tomb or something equally horrifying. 

“This way.” He says to me, and I scramble after him, reaching him as he stands at a pair of large, wooden doors. I reach out and lay my hands flat on them, looking up at the dark blue sky where I can see for the first time the pitch black silhouette of a steeple. “A church.” I say in wonderment. “An abandoned church.”

“Can I show you what’s inside?”

“Is it safe?”

“Yeah.”

“Then yes.”

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[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 39, 24 septembre 1882, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Bréant-Castel. 6 r. Gluck. Collection of the Rijksmueum, Netherlands.  

Description de toilettes (Bibliothèque Forney):

Toilettes de diner ou de casino.

Robe en faille merveilleuse rose du Bengale. Jupe garnie d'un haut volant de dentelle nuance ivoire. Tunique en même faille drapée en arrière. Paniers de dentelle pareille à celle du volant. Corsage à pointe en même faille. Manches demi-longues, garnies de dentelle. Corsage ouvert avec ruche de même dentelle. Sur le côté de gauche, le panier de dentelle est drapé à l'aide d'une cordelière de soie rose.

Robe en faille merveilleuse bleu pâle et chiné pompadour sur fond blanc. La jupe ronde est plissée perpendiculairement sur le devant. Celui-ci est encadré de deux panneaux en chiné. Les lés de derrière sont drapés. Grande veste en faille pareille à celle de la jupe, avec grands nœuds sur les poches. La veste s'ouvre devant sur un très-long gilet fait en chiné et garni d'une dentelle ancienne. Les manches de la veste sont garnies de dentelles avec revers de dentelle et grand col de dentelle. Gants très-longs couvrant entièrement le bras.

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Dinner or casino ensembles.

Gorgeous Bengal Rose Faille Dress. Skirt trimmed with a high flounce of ivory lace. Tunic in the same faille draped at the back. Panniers of lace similar to that of the flounce. Pointed bodice in same faille. Half-long sleeves, trimmed with lace. Open bodice with same lace ruffle. On the left side, the lace pannier is draped with a pink silk cord.

Wonderful pale blue and China pompadour faille dress on a white base. The round skirt is pleated perpendicularly on the front. This one is framed by two China panels. The back lengths are draped. Large double-breasted jacket similar to that of the skirt, with large bows on the pockets. The jacket opens in front on a very long China waistcoat and trimmed with old lace. The sleeves of the jacket are trimmed with lace lapels and a large lace collar. Very long gloves covering the entire arm.

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@eventheodds

Try as he might, Meryl never once loses his trail. The sands have grown ever more perilous without the boons granted by Plants. In truth, he probably isn't trying hard enough. He does not regret the company, only that the circumstances made Meryl feel it was necessary. It would be safer to stay in one place, to go where the other refugees were going. The mass exodus to Octovern continues to pass them by, and with each group that they encounter, he wonders if he's making another mistake letting her stay. 

"Still determined to help me find him, huh?" His lighter clicks shut, a flash of silver caught in the tumble of a well-practiced sleight of hand before it disappears into the depths of his pants pocket. The scent of worm spice takes its place.

Meryl has grown increasingly reticent as they followed in the Ark’s wake. Wolfwood, in turn, has found himself scraping the bottom of an already empty barrel for scraps of conversation. Utter silence isn’t like her, but confronting the problem directly would imply that something is wrong.

So many things are already, and there is so little he can do about it that the mere thought infuriates him.

Wolfwood reclines against the partially unfurled bedroll in the alcove they have made camp. Angelina is parked facing outwards. Her panniers are unfastened, left peeped from the camp supplies they lifted out previously. If need be, they can make a quick exit by stuffing their supplies in haphazard. They’ve encountered the need at least once already.

The grip of Vash’s gun pokes out from beneath her coat. He hasn’t seen her go a night without it within arm’s reach. Vash’ll need it, after all.

He can't stand the silent treatment anymore.

“What’s really going on with you, little lady? Barely said a damn thing to me since we left San Marcos.”

[frostryn]

I know i already have like 15 unfinished sewing projects but I really want to make like,,,, modern utility panniers. Structured sides with boning that are multiple deep pockets & it would buckle in the front at the waist & have adjustable straps. Brought to me by: carrying things on back HURTS why do THAT

[woolandcoffee]

Despite sleeping in such a bizarre position on Saturday night that my neck and shoulders are still sore Monday morning, I did get my major weekend goal accomplished. All thirteen tomatoes making up this year's somewhat unintentional (I did not expect all thirteen to make it) tomato forest have been staked up and pruned! There are lots of green tomatoes already set, and numerous more blossoms making an appearance. Hopefully the staking and pruning will encourage even more new tomatoes to set.

This week's goals are all focused on sewing. I need to finish hemming my 18th c shift, and start on my pocket panniers. Ideally, I'd like to get the panniers to the point where all they need is the boning inserted (hoop boning is on order and should be delivered sometime this week or next). Then once the materials for my stays get here I can start on that, and ideally move onto working on the gown itself by early to mid-July.

[lebedame-wegelagerin]

What are your ultimate historical costuming goals? If money was no object, what kind of ensemble would you put together (including unlimited accessories and props)?

Oof, sorry for inviting you to send Asks and then waiting… looks at Calender …TWO MONTHS to answer, woopsie.

In my Defense, that is actually a really difficult Question. I think I wouldn't rely on specific Materials as much as to go for specific Modes of Processing. One Thing I desperately desire, which seems impossible to get (for affordable Prices), is white, finely, but densely woven Linen in perfect Width for Shirts and Shifts, as it was produced historically. That would be a great Base for any Ensemble. Then I'd really like a Pair of Stays, that is professionally fitted to my Body. I don't necessarily need anyone else to sew them up, but getting the Pattern just right and Help to make it perfectly would be really helpful with Things that depend so much on being well-fitting. I think I'd like those in a beautiful Reproduction Cotton Print in a light Colour. This I'd want topped with a richly handembroidered Linen Petticoat. 18th Century Embroidery is just so pretty and I know I wouldn't have the Patience to do that Embroidery myself and when Budget's irrelevant might as well pay someone to do the Embroidery instead of having it Machine-made. Now it gets complicated again, because what to wear on the upper Body with this? Jacket and Waistcoat? Riding Habit (with or without Waistcoat)? Some Gown? All of those are marvelous and would be very tempting, but given my previous Experiences Jackets and Riding Habits would be the most realistic for myself to just make. So I think for the absolute Goal I'd go for a French/Sackback Gown, loaded with so much Trims and Bows and Ruffles and whatnot. Given how much Effort and Fitting and Fabric and Notions this requires it still likely will be a long Time before I attempt anything like that myself, so it works best for an unrealistic Wish. Can't really decide if I'd prefer a Stomacher fitting the Petticoats Embroidery or being as excessively ornamented as the Gown. Of course with that I'd also need some Understructure in the Form of either a Pannier or Pocket Hoops - which one I can't say, due to having Experience with neither so far, would have to try it out. In any Case wide enough to look fancy and get that Silhouette, but not those ridiculous historical Coronation- or Wedding-Level Widths, I still want to be able to fit through regular Doors without having to rotate. I'm not sure what Kind of Hairstyle would go best with it, but given how I'm feeling entirely unqualified for any of those fancy Styles and my Hair being a bit difficult, I'd love to have that somehow realized for me. Including a perfectly fitting (in Style as in Size) Hat, because I love Hats. Maybe something round, that's nicely decorated. For Accessoires I'd definitely need a cute Fan, as I get warm too easily and what Luxury would it be to have an Outfit-specific Fan? Then I'd also want a Reproduction of the Kind of Glasses my everyday Glasses are based on stylistically. They'd be absolutely anachronistic for the Ensemble, given they seem to have come up past 1810 from what I've seen so far, but I like the Style too much and Glasses on Women in the 18th Century are generally a very rare Sight, I can't recall a single Example right now.

That's everything I can think of right now and it might have been a bit vague, but it honestly is a difficult Question, but interesting to ponder!

Thanks for the Ask and sorry again for letting you wait!

[miss-polly]

occ. Polly would be amazing in the late 1700w bc then she could wear panniers and have giant pockets under her dress thank you

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Light grey+ lilac set version: https://www.fanplusfriend.com/hildr-elegant-gothic-victorian-style-retro-fashion-bustle-back-maxi-dress-with-train-ethereal-sleeve-piece-pocket-pannier-choker-waist-belt-hat-6pcs-outfit/?fbclid=IwAR3_6UoEKQxrNEWE-RnH8eyfqV3dSzBqzs6rl_0zOIYnqK1iStiaYB5yJ58

tiered skirt and tails separate multiple pieces