Monday, September 19, 2016

THE CLOTHES PRESS - Chemise & Knickers v Drawers By MaryAnn DiSpirito-Wales

One subject we need to address before proceeding to the chemise is that of the difference between knickers and drawers. There isn’t one. Up until the 20th Century, drawers were worn by Americans and the British. However, after the 1880s, Brits started referring to women’s drawers worn during sports as “knickers,” short for “knickerbockers.” Originally men’s knee-length britches—named after the Knickerbockers, a Dutch business family prominent during the 17th Century—women adopted the undergarment. Knickers is now the term for women’s panties in the UK. 

To be on the safe side historically when crafting an American historical novel, I would refer to the undergarment as drawers, especially when writing about pioneers and/or the Old West. Of course, a character with affectations may refer to them as “knickers.”

Where do bloomers come in? Drawers and knickers are not bloomers. Never have been. Bloomers are harem pants gathered around the ankle and worn under a short dress while cycling or participating in other sports. Named after newspaperwoman Amelia Bloomer, who advocated sensibility in dress, bloomers were created by Elizabeth Smith Miller. First introduced around 1851, Amelia wore the style for a short time, which went out of favor around 1854, except for a handful of stalwart individuals.  It did make a reappearance in the mid-1880s after a bicycle that women could ride comfortably was introduced. By 1896, the garment had regained favor and, along with knickerbockers and culottes, were popular with the sport set.

Shifts, or smocks as they are sometime called, dated from Medieval times and maintained popularity as a woman’s single undergarment for centuries. Wide, straight, with long sleeves and ankle length, the shift was the first layer of many. It also functioned as a nightgown and for many centuries, a woman would sleep in her shift, then get up and put on her outer clothing after washing face and hands in a basin. Usually made of muslin or linen, the shift was sometimes worn as an outer garment by the poor. Later known as the chemise, the garment was still referred to as a shift in other countries. 

By today’s standards, shifts and chemises were enormous, sporting large necklines pulled in by strings and wide sleeves pulled in at the elbow and large underarm gussets for mobility, you’d think women of the early 19th Century were giantesses. Better quality chemises were constructed of fine, softer linen, similar to today’s handkerchief linen and batiste. The masses made theirs from the old standby, muslin. 

Unless you were upper crust and had servants to make your garments, you made your own, which could take as long as a month depending on how elaborate the garment would be and how skilled you were in the needle arts.  The 1860’s saw an improvement in the item’s appearance. Sleeves became shorter, necklines not quite as voluminous, although they were still adjusted with ties. Broderie anglaise was used as edging as a forerunner of the addition of lace insertions and ribbons in the latter part of the century. Sometimes sleeves were eliminated altogether.

Chemises became shorter in length—sometimes, above the knee. They were still full. By the 1870s, bulk was reduced at the waist via tapering at the seams, to make the fit smoother. They were not closely fitted to the form, however. Silk was introduced in the 1880’s. Although wool was worn for warmth, the most popular fabrics were lawn, silk, and muslin, embroidered and trimmed with lace. We still wear chemises, however today’s would probably cause a proper Victorian woman of the early 20th Century to get her knickers in a twist.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Kris Bock #RomanticTravel Guest Post

The Mad Monk’s Treasure

A legendary treasure hunt in the dramatic – and deadly – New Mexico desert....

The lost Victorio Peak treasure is the stuff of legends – a heretic Spanish priest’s gold mine, made richer by the spoils of bandits and an Apache raider.

When Erin, a shy history professor, uncovers a clue that may pinpoint the lost treasure cave, she prepares for adventure. But when a hit and run driver nearly kills her, she realizes she’s not the only one after the treasure. And is Drew, the handsome helicopter pilot who found her bleeding in a ditch, really a hero, or one of the enemy?

Erin isn’t sure she can trust Drew with her heart, but she’ll need his help to track down the treasure. She heads into the New Mexico wilderness with her brainy best friend Camie and a feisty orange cat. The wilderness holds its own dangers, from wild animals to sudden storms. Plus, the sinister men hunting Erin are determined to follow her all the way to the treasure, no matter where the twisted trail leads. Erin won’t give up an important historical find without a fight, but is she ready to risk her life—and her heart?

“The story has it all—action, romance, danger, intrigue, lost treasure, not to mention a sizzling relationship....”

“The action never stopped .... It was adventure and romance at its best.”

“I couldn’t put this book down. You’ll love it.”

Fans of Mary Stewart, Barbara Michaels, and Terry Odell will enjoy these stories of love in the wild, from a New Mexico Book Award-winning author.

The Mad Monk’s Treasure is the first Southwest Treasure Hunters book, followed by The Dead Man’s Treasure. Each novel stands alone and is complete, with no cliffhangers. This contemporary romantic suspense series mixes action and adventure with sweet romance.

  Erin could hardly believe what she was seeing. Could this be it? After all this time waiting, searching, had she finally, finally, found what she was looking for?
  She forced herself to sit back and take a deep breath. Don’t make assumptions. Don’t rush into things. She wanted to leap up and scream her excitement, but years of academic training held. Slow down, double-check everything, and make sure you are right!
  She leaned forward and ran her fingers over the grainy photograph. With that one image, everything seemed to fall into place. This was the clue. It had to be.
  She fumbled in her desk drawer for a magnifying glass and studied the symbols in the photo more closely. At a glance, they looked like your standard Indian petroglyphs. You could find them throughout the Southwest, tucked away in caves or scattered among boulder fields.
  But this was different.
  If she was right—and she had to be right—these symbols were a map. A map that could lead her to one of the greatest caches of buried treasure ever.
  She reached for the phone. In a few seconds a voice said, “Yeah.” Erin could hear the sound of some tool on metal in the background.
  “Camie? I found it!”

Kris Bock writes novels of suspense and romance with outdoor adventures and Southwestern landscapes. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex clues. In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure, sparks fly when reader favorites Camie and Tiger help a mysterious man track down his missing uncle. Whispers in the Dark features archaeology and intrigue among ancient Southwest ruins. What We Found is a mystery with strong romantic elements about a young woman who finds a murder victim in the woods. In Counterfeits, stolen Rembrandt paintings bring danger to a small New Mexico town.

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My Romantic Getaway
My husband and I always spend our anniversary weekend in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. Although T or C is small, it has several good restaurants and many spa services. We like to stay at the Fire Water Lodge, where each room has its own tub fed by geothermal hot mineral water. Each room is different, and you can see the specifics for each room on their website. Fire Water is one of the more funky/less expensive lodges. You can also find high-end luxury lodging.

There’s not a ton to do in T or C – which is part of what makes it relaxing. You can wander the small town and poke around used bookstores and art galleries. Nearby Elephant Butte provides three short hiking trails as well as a ten-mile trail along the lake, if you’re feeling ambitious. You can also sit on the beach, fly a kite, watch birds, or fish. At night, be sure to look up at the sky – we prefer to do this from our Jacuzzi tub – at a dark sky filled with stars.

For more Southwest travel, visit my Southwest Armchair Traveler blog. Check out the Labels for posts on different parts of the state.

Kris Bock,
"Ordinary Women, Extraordinary Adventures" -- suspense and romance in the Southwest
Writing for children as Chris Eboch,

Thursday, September 15, 2016

#RomanticTravel Blog Exchange ~ Katherine Bone

Ahoy, Lady Charlene! It’s great to be sharing one of my FAVorite #RomanticTravel destinations with you and your readers today. Thanks for having me aboard!
There’s nothing more romantic than traveling to Italy! One of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited was La Maddalena, Sardinia. As a young 24 year old, the ferry ride from the mainland to the island of La Maddalena was a huge thrill. One the island, I’d never seen clearer or bluer water. La Maddalena was/is a romantic paradise sure to please lovers of all kinds.
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For you readers out there who prefer pumpkin picking and football (I live in Alabama after all), my latest release offers an epic escape to Cornwall!
The Pirate’s Debt, Regent’s Revenge book 2

Lady Chloe Walsingham is an enthusiastic gothic romance reader and hopeless romantic focused solely on finding her perfect hero. She also happens to have a penchant for getting into trouble. So when the man she loves disappears after a scandalous duel, she decides to follow him to the ends of the Earth. To do so, however, Chloe must evade her brother, an infamous revenue man, and board a ship bound for Penzance. And nothing in her beloved books can prepare her for the harsh realities of wreckers who ply the coast.
After his father destroyed the lives of countless innocent people, Basil Halford, Earl of Markwick is willing to do anything to earn back his honor. Betrayed by his blood and his reputation ruined, Markwick answers the request of a well-heeled duke and dons the Black Regent’s mask to repay the debt. His task? Rescuing a young woman who is chasing down a ghost of a man.
But a pirate has plenty of enemies, and Markwick isn’t any different. No matter how diligent a captain he may be, sailing to Lady Chloe’s rescue involves risking not only the Regent’s legacy but the last thing he can afford to lose…his heart.

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Markwick stiffened. Blackmoor’s reasons for enlisting Markwick’s help were triggered by love for his wife. Markwick’s sense of responsibility went deeper, to a place he’d never allowed himself to go out of respect for Walsingham. While it was true that Chloe had exceeded many levels of Markwick’s patience when she was younger, since his engagement to Prudence, she’d shown herself to be intelligent, talented, loyal, and a most beloved sister and friend. She was also enamored by the Black Regent, which put his identity at even greater risk.
What could he do? How far was he willing to go to bring Chloe home safe and sound?
“For the duchess’s sake,” he began, “I will do my best to find Chloe. You have my word.”
“Remember, her willful head is in the clouds. That, dear friend, makes her dangerous. If she spies her brother, she will most likely flee to avoid facing his ire. But if you find her . . . well, that is a trap well laid.”
“Surely you place too much—”
“I’ve promised my wife that you will find her before Walsingham does.”
Markwick bowed. “I shall strive to earn your confidence.”
He gazed at the missive in Blackmoor’s hand once more, suspecting something else was responsible for the duke’s persistence that Markwick should be the one to locate Chloe. “What’s in the letter?”
Blackmoor handed him the missive, then strode to the door. “Have a care for your soul, Markwick. While the Fury demands forte, females rein a tempest of emotions sure to drown better men.”
Markwick straightened. “Aye, sir,” he said, gazing down at the note.
The screen door slammed. When he looked up again, Blackmoor was gone.
Markwick opened the note, then leaned back on the desk. His jaw slackened at the words on the page.

My dearest friend,

I ask you one question: is a body unhappy about another unless she is in love? I fear we both know the answer to that now, and a gentle violence thrills my soul as I share with you that I intend to sail with the tide. I cannot face the snares and wiles of this world without love to recommend me. Therefore, I beseech you to keep my secret, for you are the only one I trust.

Markwick has disappeared. As you are no longer betrothed, I am finally at liberty to confess to you that I love him. I have always loved him, and I cannot bear for him to suffer alone. Sources close to my brother inform me that a man fitting Markwick’s description has been seen in Torquay. Therefore, I’ve attained passage for myself and my maid aboard the Valerian.

Do not be alarmed for my person or harden your heart against me. Dry your earnest tears. My virtuous intentions steer me toward a higher destiny.

Resourcefully yours,
Chloe Walsingham

Markwick shut his gaping mouth, then crumpled the letter in his hand.
It couldn’t be true. Blackmoor was right? Chloe loved him? How was that possible? Why? Until now, he had always perceived her attention as infatuation because he’d been the only man her brother allowed around her.
He dropped the foolscap and swiped his fingers through his hair. If he failed to rescue Chloe from another one of her outlandish adventures, Prudence would blame him. Which meant Blackmoor would blame him. Not to mention Chloe’s brother. If Walsingham found out Markwick had known where Chloe was bound and hadn’t alerted him, the bond between friends would be severed for good, making his stint as the Black Regent even more perilous. If anything happened to her, Walsingham would not rest until Markwick was hunted down. That endangered the Regent’s whole design. And a dead Regent could not help the people of Cornwall and Devon.
Markwick hopped forward and yanked open the cabin’s screen door.
Pye stood there, just outside the door, waiting. “What be your orders, Cap’n?”
Had Blackmoor ordered the one-legged pirate to stand there? “Notify the crew that we have a target in our sights. We make way with the tide.”
“Aye, sir.” The salty pirate grinned. “As soon as I’d seen the ol’ cap’n, I knew we’d have us an adventure ahead.”
“Spare me your excitement,” Markwick grumbled. “This adventure may very well lead to my bloody end.”

National best-selling historical romance author Katherine Bone has been passionate about history since she had the opportunity to travel to various Army bases, castles, battlegrounds, and cathedrals as an Army brat turned officer’s wife. Who knew that an Army wife’s passion for romance novels would lead to pirates? Certainly not her rogue, whose Alma Mater’s adage is “Go Army. Beat Navy!” Now enjoying the best of both worlds, Katherine lives with her rogue in the south where she writes about rogues, rebels, and rakes—aka pirates, lords, captains, duty, honor, and country—and the happily-ever-afters that every alpha male and damsel deserve.

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Friday, September 9, 2016

THE CLOTHES PRESS - Combinations, by Mary Ann DiSpirito Wales

Let’s talk about “combinations.” A talk on chemises would have logically followed drawers, but due to reader interest, we’ll talk about those in a later post. When movies and television show a 19th Century woman in a state of undress, she is often wearing a combination, i.e., a chemise and drawers combined into one garment. Many fledgling writers think that garments worn in period movies must be accurate and pen descriptions accordingly. A word of advice--never base your characters’ clothing on what you have seen in a movie.

What about Downton Abbey, you may ask. I wouldn’t, because dress may not be accurate. Did you see Lady Mary or the Duchess donning split crotch drawers? That’s why you are better off researching original source material or asking an expert. You wouldn’t write a television set into a period when there was no electricity, so don’t describe clothing that would not have existed at the time of your story. Unless you are writing a time travel, of course.

A by-product of the health and fitness craze during the last quarter of the 19th Century, combinations didn’t make their appearance until 1877. That’s right. No matter what that Civil War era movie heroine wore, combinations did not exist at that time. Her beloved, or the evil villain, would have glimpsed her charms clothed in separate chemise and drawers with a split crotch. Considered a novelty when introduced, combinations were designed to reduce the bulk of the undergarments, more closely following the figure to present a smooth line under outer clothing, a style that emerged when it was finally deemed acceptable that delicate females could at last participate in sports.

Fabrics used ranged from different weights of cotton and linen to merino wool and flannels, with silk for the upper crust. Lace, braids, ruffles, tucks, or plain, combinations were decorated as plain or elaborate as the wearer wished. Did rural women wear them? Possibly, but if field work and hard labor filled her life, probably not. Although, she may have worn a combination under her Sunday-go-to-meeting dress. Like drawers, crotches were still split, remaining so until the 1920s, except for Dr. Jaeger’s woolen “sanitary stockinette combinations” in the 1880s, featuring a double layer over chest and stomach.

Dr. Jaeger also manufactured close-fitting stockinette drawers. Think woolen socks for the body.  Designed for women, men, and children, the “sanitaries” were long sleeved and high necked, sporting double fronts to protect the chest and stomach from the evils of drafts. Dr. Jaeger added a picot trim around the neck of the lady’s garment as a nod to femininity.

Although women were still slaves to fashion, during the last quarter of the Century some started speaking out against the restrictions imposed upon them by their clothing. However, most of those campaigning for women’s rights did conform to accepted fashion so they would not appear freakish and therefore possibly pollute the message they were trying to advance. As combinations became more acceptable, adoption of more comfortable undergarments was a form of emancipation that women gladly welcomed.  You’ve probably worn combinations—you have if you’ve ever stepped into a Teddy

Next time—what is the difference between drawers and knickers, and combinations and cami-knickers? Is there one?


MaryAnn DiSpirito, aka MaryAnn DiSpirito Wales. A former child actress in movies and on television, I also have a background in theater, including acting, directing, producing, and costume design, which I learned from my mother, a designer. I was a member of the Costume Society of America for many years, serving as Publicity Chair for the Hollywood Chapter during the four years I lived in Los Angeles. I also served as President of the League of Vermont Writers from 2005 – 2008.  As a historic costume consultant, I aided madrigal groups, Revolutionary and Civil War reenactment participants, Renaissance Faire enthusiasts, theater companies and individuals to achieve authenticity in historic dress. My talk, “Undies Through the Ages,” was part of a writers’ workshop that included Anne Stuart and Carla Neggers as speakers. 
I am currently working on a pamphlet series on historic costume, as well as a new book for Fonthill Media, a novel and movie script.

Saturday, September 3, 2016


By Mary Ann DiSpirito-Wales

This is the first of a series I will be bringing to you from a woman who truly knows historical clothing. Stay tuned for more and leave comments to let us know what you'd like to learn about next.


Throughout the centuries, the purpose of women’s clothes has been to make the wearer more sexually attractive to the opposite sex, while men’s clothing was designed to enhance the wearer’s social status. Some things never change. Most historic fashion books concentrate on external appearance rather than inner wear, briefly referencing chemises and petticoats yet seldom mentioning that undergarment that we find so essential today—panties. 

Why the mystery? Didn’t women wear panties in the olden days? 
Some of you may be surprised, or shocked, or both by the answer. 

No, they did not.  At least not until the advent of the Empire style during the late 18th and early 19th Centuries and then what they wore certainly didn’t resemble what we wear today.

From the dawn of time until Empire women had been “commando” under their many layers of clothing. Underwear consisted only of smocks or shifts, stays, and petticoats—no panties. 

What did the Empire dress have to do with the change? Simple. Modesty. Since the fashion exposed more than just the bust, pantalettes were the result. Only worn by the upper class, pantalettes consisted of two separate legs joined only at the waist in the front and back by ties with decorative lace trim and/or embroidery on the legs. They effectively solved the problem, maintaining their popularity well into the 19th Century and evolving into the drawers worn by women of all classes.

Drawers were not widely accepted in the beginning. Most were made of cotton or linen. Silk was a favorite of the upper class for formal wear. Flannel was popular in the winter time, and some advocated wool to promote health. Drawers varied in fullness, fabric, and decoration, but the basic design remained the same. They remained split in the crotch until the 1920s when the closed crotch was introduced. 

The 1920’s you ask. Yes, 1920! 

Both closed and open were available for several years. Did pioneer women wear drawers? Most likely, but not always. They may have proved uncomfortable when walking miles in hot weather.  The pantalettes worn by saloon girls weren’t the closed crotch style you see in Westerns, crotches were split, not necessarily for salacious reasons, but because that was the way drawers were made. 

Although there are costume designers who are accurate, censorship and rating may dictate how in depth they interpret a 




Author Bio:

As MaryAnn DiSpirito, and MaryAnn DiSpirito Wales, I have published close to 2000 articles in paying markets since 1993, in addition to two books, several short stories, and approximately 300 photographs. Topics covered over the years range from building a golf course, all aspects of business, disability awareness, travel, and my specialties—history and costuming.  A former child actress in movies and on television, I also have a background in theater, including acting, directing, producing, and costume design, which I learned from my mother, a designer. I was a member of the Costume Society of America for many years, serving as Publicity Chair for the Hollywood Chapter during the four years I lived in Los Angeles. I also served as President of the League of Vermont Writers from 2005 – 2008.  As a historic costume consultant, I aided madrigal groups, Revolutionary and Civil War reenactment participants, Renaissance Faire enthusiasts, theater companies and individuals to achieve authenticity in historic dress. My talk, “Undies Through the Ages,” was part of a writers’ workshop that included Anne Stuart and Carla Neggers as speakers.
I am currently working on a pamphlet series on historic costume, as well as a new book for Fonthill Media, a novel and movie script.

Fall #Romantic Travel by Carmen Stefanescu

It’s true that Romania, my country,  is the homeland of Count Dracula, the infamous vampire, but when you visit the country in autumn you are not only going to enjoy its imagery of medieval castles but also spectacular views of autumn’s finest foliage.

You can enjoy romantic walks in leafy parks dusted with crunchy auburn, red and gold leaves.

Or visit the rural areas for a rustic experience and fill your lungs with the strong, fresh air in the mountains. It’s also hard not to feel starry-eyed among the rolling hills and fragrant vines of wine regions.
And what place can be more suitable for rekindling the sparks of love than a visit at The Gate of the Kiss that features a kiss motif on the gate pillars?

                                                               Till Life Do Us Part


Barbara Heyer can hear voices of dead people. They whisper of their deaths, seek comfort for those left behind, and occasionally even warn her about future events. But when Barbara’s brother, Colin, is accused of murder, it will take more than her gift to prove his innocence.

Becoming smitten with the handsome investigator, Detective Patrick Fischer, is a serious complication given his assignment to her brother’s case. Barbara senses there is something far deeper—and perhaps much older—than the surface attraction between them. Could that be why she’s visited by a mysterious woman named Emma in her dreams? Could past life regression tie all the seemingly unconnected events together?
Barbara and Patrick must overcome heartache to find the truth to save Colin, and perhaps themselves.

Patrick poured the bubbly liquid into the glasses. He offered one to Barbara and raised his.
“To the undercover, paranormal investigator, Barbara.” He smiled and touched his glass to hers, looking straight into her eyes.
“To you, too, Patrick, Detective Fischer. If  it hadn’t been for your determination to find out the truth, many families wouldn’t have had the small consolation to see their relatives’ murderers behind bars.” She took a sip of the champagne.
“There’s something else I’d like to tell you,” Patrick said. He cleared his throat and took one of her hands in his. “It’s something that I wanted to tell you... to ask you for a while, but it never seemed the right moment.”
She heard the tremor in his voice and was sure what was to come. Yet, she didn’t want to make it easier for him. She saw it in his eyes, felt it in the touch of his hands. He was in love with her as she was with him.
“So, as I was saying... I want to ask you if—”
The telephone rang again, cutting like a steel blade through the thick emotional atmosphere surrounding them.
“Oh, not again.” Barbara rolled her eyes upward and headed to the bloody thing. She picked up the receiver and said in a voice that sounded a bit irritated, “Yes. What? Who? Yes, one moment, please.” She turned to Patrick, “It’s for you. An emergency, it seems.”
Patrick grabbed the phone, “Yes, Fisher here. What? When? I’m on my way,” he said and put down the receiver.
“I’m sorry, Barbara. There’s an emergency, indeed. Bruce has been injured. He’s in the hospital right now.”
“Oh, goodness. Is it bad?”
“I’ve no idea. They didn’t say. I’m going there. Sorry I spoiled the evening.”
“No need for apology, Patrick,” Barbara replied hiding her disappointment. “Duty comes first in your job, I know.”
“I’ll call you. Soon. There was something important I wanted to tell... to ask you. Goodnight, Barbara,”  he said and kissed her hand affectionately. He hurried outside.
Barbara stood in the middle of the room. It looked empty and cold without him. She took the bottle of champagne, pushed the cork back into it, then went to the kitchen and put it in the fridge.
Moments later, she returned to the living room. With a reflexive gesture she picked up the packet of cigarettes Patrick had forgotten on the table. She weighed them in her hand for a moment and smiling, opened a drawer of the bookshelf and placed the cigarettes inside. She took her book from the bookshelf and sat on the couch, enveloped by the faint smell of aftershave left behind by Patrick.
Jack stretched, then came to Barbara and curled up in her lap.
“Yes, Jack. It is like that. It’s always been like that. Just you and me.” She sighed and opened the book. She failed to notice a faint light hovering outside the window.

Author Bio
Carmen Stefanescu resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
High school teacher of English and German in her native country, and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world that of the books.
Several of her poems were successfully published in a collection of Contemporary English Poems, Muse Whispers vol.1 and Muse Whispers vol.2 by Midnight Edition Publication, in 2001 and 2002.
 Her first novel, Shadows of the Past, was released in 2012 by Wild Child Publishing, USA.
Carmen joined the volunteer staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog and is the coordinator of #Thursday13 posts.

Other books by Carmen Stefanescu:
Shadows of the Past – paranormal/light romance/light historical/light mystery

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Thursday, September 1, 2016