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Fire & Frost Blog Hop: Madame Quinton

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Madame Quinton fingered the cards beneath her hand as she watched the two women enter her booth. They were young, clearly of quality, and eager to absorb the sights surrounding them: colorful and exotic scarves, rugs, and lanterns turned the interior into a foreign oasis amidst a sea of ice and snow and humanity.

One of the ladies appeared apt to giggle, taking in the décor with the unfettered joy of a child with a bag of sweets. The other dark-haired woman appeared more reserved, skeptical.

A challenge…

Madame Quinton figuratively rubbed her hands together, then cleared her throat and deepened her voice. “I see a believer and a skeptic before me.”

The more boisterous of the two tugged on her friend’s arm, guiding her friend to the table, her eyes wide, then said, “My friend,” she nodded to the skeptic, “Miss Synclaire, would like a reading.”

Miss Synclaire didn’t scowl, but gazed unflinchingly at the madame, a challenge the madame was all too happy to accept. Madame Quinton dipped her head, pulled a quartz crystal from its salt bath, and proceeded to cleanse her deck. “Have a seat, Miss Synclaire.”

Miss Synclaire sat while her friend settled 2 pence upon the table, the posted fee inscribed on an elaborate sign at the entrance of the booth. “Thank you, Theo.”

Madame Quinton locked eyes with the lovely young woman before her, Miss Synclaire, while her hands shuffled the cards by rote. “You are not a believer, I take it?”

Miss Synclaire lifted her chin. “I believe in having control over my future.”

Madame Quinton smiled. “Aah, but the Tarot does not predict the future. These cards are but a tool. A way to focus your mind…to reveal the truth of what you already know.”

Miss Synclaire relaxed a touch, but only a touch. “I’ve read about people using the cards for prediction…”

“Aaah, some spreads do suggest what may happen should you remain on the path you trod, but we still make our own choices, yes? Our paths can change should we choose.”

Miss Synclaire nodded.

“Now, close your eyes and think of your question.”

Miss Synclaire hesitated, but closed her eyes. “Question?”

Madame waved her hand. “Every woman I know has some question or other on their mind. Questions of love, fortune, future… What is your most burning question? Ask yourself, fix it in your mind. When you have it, open your eyes.”

Miss Synclaire opened her eyes almost immediately, and Madame Quinton smiled once more. “Aah. A woman who knows what she wants. Excellent.”

The madame slid the deck towards Miss Synclaire. “Now, cut the deck, three times while thinking of your question. There is no wrong order. Listen to your womanly instinct.”

Miss Synclaire looked to the cards before her and began, her movements decisive. Confident.

This woman was not the usual debutante. Interesting.

When finished, Miss Synclaire slid the deck forward with a confident smile.

Madame Quinton dipped her head, taking another moment to observe the woman’s posture, her hands, her clothing. These things said as much as her cultured tone could ever reveal. The madame smiled. “I see a woman who is practical, confident, and of middling means. Not extravagantly wealthy, but resourceful. Your question would not be about love or fortune. No… You seek a question about…yourself.”

Miss Synclaire dipped her chin. “Impressive.”

Madame laid out three cards, face down, and as she did, said, “You. Your current path. Your potential.” Here, the madame paused, noting Miss Synclaire’s lingering look on the final card.”

Perhaps, there was the touch of the romantic in Miss Synclaire after all.Strength

Madame flipped over the first card. “You.” Strength. “Hmmm…,” The friend nearly bounced in her slippers. “This card suggests you have great courage and conviction. Determination. You wouldn’t, perhaps, be somewhat outspoken for a lady of gentle breeding?”

The friend’s mouth dropped indicating that Madame Quinton’s assessment was astute.

Miss Synclaire squared her shoulders. “Any one of my acquaintances would certainly appreciate such a characterization. One might be easily convinced that you are telling me things I want to hear…”

Madame dipped her head. “Perhaps, but then the things we want to hear say very much about who we are, yes?”

The EmperorMadame flipped the second card. “Your current path. The Emperor.” The friend, Theo, sucked in an audible gasp. “Reversed.” She’d obviously been to a reading once before. “Interesting…” The madame intentionally drug out each syllable of the word before continuing. “If you are not careful, your passionate convictions, though correct and strong and true, could lead to excessive control, domination.”

Miss Synclaire lifted her chin. Defiance all but oozing from her. “Remember, child, these paths are not set in stone. We make our own choices in life, yes? Domination can be a plus in our world.”

Miss Synclaire nodded. “I very much wish to be in control of my own future.”

Madame Quinton’s hand hovered over the last card. Miss Synclaire remained composed, while her friend nearly burst with anticipation.

Madame flipped the last card while saying. “Your potential.”Lovers

The Lovers.

Miss Synclaire turned red, while her friend squealed with delight. “The lovers signal harmony, trust, optimism—”

Just then a tall, large figure dressed all in black, leaned inside. “Ladies, is everything all right?”

Miss Synclaire, for the first time, spun in her chair, emotion in her every movement, her hand clutched to her neck. The blush of her skin even more brilliant than before. And she said one and only one word, barely a whisper, but filled with so much meaning. “Chester—”

It seemed Miss Synclaire might be curious about love after all…

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First Kiss Friday with guest Amy Quinton

I’m so pleased to share Emma and John’s kiss on Sherry Ewing’s First Kiss Friday blog…

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It’s First Kiss Friday and it’s always a great day when I can introduce one of my fellow Bluestocking Belles. Please help me welcome Amy Quinton who will be sharing the first kiss scene from her novellaThe Umbrella Chronicles:John and Emma’s Storyin our upcoming box set Valentines From Bath. Happy reading and enjoy!

Excerpt:

In this scene, our hero, Dr. John Edward Hartwell, has caught a flash of light from outside as he meanders through the first-floor drawing room. He strolls over to the window and watches with disbelieving eyes as a person dances beneath the stars around the open flames of a fire, with what appears to be an umbrella in her hand. Alone. Then, suddenly his mystery woman reaches over and throws something on the fire.

A few moments later, John finds himself beneath the stars, standing just outside the circle of light, no more…

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Valentines from Bath: Regency Love Stories for Valentine’s Day!

The Bluestocking Belles Present:

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Valentines from Bath – Regency love stories for Valentine’s Day!

Available for pre-order for only .99 – available February 9th, 2019!

In five original stories, Jessica Cale, Sherry Ewing, Jude Knight, Amy Quinton, and Caroline Warfield bring you Valentines From Bath…

The Master of Ceremonies announces a great ball to be held on Valentine’s Day in the Upper Assembly Rooms of Bath.

Ladies of the highest rank—and some who wish they were—scheme, prepare, and compete to make best use of the opportunity.

Dukes, earls, tradesmen, and the occasional charlatan are alert to the possibilities as the event draws nigh.

But anything can happen in the magic of music and candlelight as couples dance, flirt, and open themselves to romantic possibilities. Problems and conflict may just fade away at a Valentine’s Day Ball.

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The Umbrella Chronicles

John and Emma’s story

By Amy Quinton

A serious-minded, scientific man of learning seeks a complex and chaotic practitioner of all things superstitious who will upend his well-ordered life.

The Umbrella Strikes Again! Another Bachelor Has Fallen!

England, 1815…

Dr. John Edward Hartwell needs assistance, though not quite the kind of help he might think. True, he is well-organized, tidy, and pathologically set in his ways—a more serious-minded man one might never find.

But in his ways, I have determined, lies misery.

Enter Miss Annie Merryweather—a woman who is as lovely as she is chaotic. She is the perfect candidate to compliment our man of numbers and logical focus, bringing sunshine and superstition to redirect him away from a future of certain wretchedness.

Oh, aye, I said superstition.

And now that she has been categorically convinced that they are destined to be together—the signs, you see—no one can stand in her way, for she is as tenacious and optimistic as she is beautiful.

And none can resist her smile.

If I have anything to say about matters, and I always have something to say about matters, the signs will point the way.

They already have.

Lady Harriett Ross,

Self-proclaimed Motley Meddler * Mistress of Destiny * Wielder of the Infamous Umbrella

I’m just an old woman with opinions. On everything.

 

 

The Magic Ring – Bluestocking Belles’ Follow Your Star Home Blog Hop

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Welcome to my stop in the Bluestocking Belles’ Follow Your Star Home blog hop. Read on for a free short story about one of the many travels of the magic ring — the same ring that appears in all of the stories in Follow Your Star Home, our 2018 Holiday anthology — and comment for an entry in our holiday prize. Then, go to our blog hop page for links to the other Belles’ stories and for more information about our giveaway.

The blog hop is running for a fortnight, so keep checking back frequently to see if a new story has been posted.

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7 January 1815

Dearest Rebecca,

I hope all is well with you. I have the most exciting news to share. I have found the Lost Ring of Frigg! I am enclosing it as a gift for you, for I fear you could use its power far more than I.

Use it well and with all my heart.

-Emma Merryweather
Bloomfield Park
Bath, England

The letter above left Bloomfield Park the very afternoon of the 7th of January and bore witness to a somewhat incredible, though small in the grand scheme of things, series of events on its journey north before arriving at its final destination: Scotland.

Here is one of those stories:

Day One…

He was running terribly late.

George Torchwood scooped up the outgoing post from the silver salver in the front hall of Bloomfield Park and darted down the hall, across the kitchen, and out the rear servant’s entrance, headed for the stables. Lady Ross had specifically instructed him to deliver the pile of letters to the post office in Bath before the last mail coach departed. He only had thirty minutes; this was going to be close.

The stablemaster met him at the grand doors to Bloomfield Park’s magnificent stables, reins in hand and guiding a beautiful black mare, all saddled and ready. The burly man rubbed a hand down her muzzle. “She’s the fastest we have to hand at the moment, George.”

George reached for the saddle horn, his bag of mail slung over one shoulder, slid his foot into the stirrup, and hoisted himself onto the mare. Once settled, he patted the horse’s neck affectionately. “Aye, I’ve ridden Andromeda before; she’ll do.”

Ten minutes later, George was half way to Bath and making adequate time when a loud crack sounded, echoing loudly through the air. He turned in time to see a sizable limb falling from the sky towards him.

Then, nothing.

Day Two…

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and vaguely familiar.

George blinked his bleary eyes and tried to focus on the angelic face hovering above him. On instinct, he attempted to sit up, but the woman laid a gentle yet firm hand on his shoulder. “Easy now. Ye’ve taken a nasty tumble.”

He settled back into the soft pillows beneath him and felt a feint stab of discomfort. He reached up to touch his forehead, only distantly noting the strange added weight on his hand. He lightly probed his face and winced when he touched a goose-egg-sized lump at his hairline.

The woman pulled his hand away. “Oh, you. Leave it be.”

He smiled at her concern and the strength behind her command. He cleared his throat and blurted out, “Name’s George.”

Smooth, George. Quite, smooth.

She blushed slightly and dipped her head. “Moira.”

“Moira…” he repeated, his voice laced with awe. And then she smiled, and he suddenly remembered why she’d seemed vaguely familiar. He’d seen her at a village fair last summer, where he’d been helping his sister sell her hand-made embroidered linens. They’d never had a chance to speak, and he’d been largely disappointed when he’d finally managed to break away and couldn’t find her. She could have been from anywhere; he himself hadn’t been local. “I remember you…at the fair…near Oxford?”

Her face brightened. “Yes, that’s it.” She had a nice laugh. She dipped her head as if offering him a curtsey. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Indeed.” Finally!

He glanced away, to hide just how large a grin he wore, and realized she still held both his hands in hers. He noted her absently rubbing her thumbs over his knuckles. He quite liked her touch. He liked her touch quite a bit, indeed. Her skin was so warm, so soft.

Once again, they shared shy smiles, then glanced away. This time, he felt a slight blush rise in his own cheeks.

It was then that he fully noted the abnormal weight on his hand, for he wore a man’s ring, gold with a star engraved on the top. “What is this?” he asked, his eyes darting toward the ring in question.

Moira followed his gaze. “I don’t know. You were wearing it when I found you.”

“That’s impossible.” He’d never seen it before. Besides, that ring was probably worth more than he made in a year, perhaps more. “It’s not mine.”

For a moment, they both stared at it, equally confused.

“That is strange.” She met his eyes. “Do you remember what happened?”

He made to put a hand to his brow, and she squeezed his hands to stop him.

“Thanks.” That would have bloody well hurt. “Um. There was a loud crack, then I spun about in my saddle in time to see a large tree branch falling towards me, but not enough time to dodge it. Then, nothing.” Once again, he tried to run his hands through his hair, and once again, she held on tight. Apparently, he performed the gesture more often than he realized.

She frowned; her forehead wrinkled adorably. “There wasn’t a branch nearby where we found you.”

That was strange. “My horse?”

She nodded. “Tethered in the lean-to ‘round back.”

“Oh God, my bag of letters? What day is it?” He tried to sit.

“Shhh… they’re over there.” She gestured towards a corner of the room where his bag lay. “And it’s the 8th of January.”

This time he had to bite his tongue as he successfully pulled his hand free and ran it down his face. Right over his injury. But never mind that. “Oh, no, Lady Ross wanted those letters to the post office yesterday; she’ll be cross.”

Moira shook her head. “Lady Ross will understand. She may be opinionated, but she’s a generous sort.”

“You know her?”

Moira laughed and shrugged. “Who doesn’t? She’s infamous…and a neighbor.”

“Still—” George once again attempted to sit. “I must go. I must…”

Moira stayed him with a hand to his chest. “It’ll keep, George. You’ll be dizzy with that nasty bump; give it a day. There’s nothing in that bag worth risking further injury for, I’m sure.” She gently pulled back a lock of his hair that had fallen over his eye.

Aye. Maybe, she was right.

That night, as he settled down to sleep, he removed the strange star-ring and placed it on the table by the bed. He smiled as he drifted off, more than pleased to have found his mystery woman from the fair; she was as wonderful as he’d imagined she’d be.

And in the morning, neither one of them remembered the mysterious ring, nor noticed that it was gone; it’s job complete.

Where did it go, you ask? Well, that is a story for another day.

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Holiday Anthologies Galore

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The winter holidays are upon us, and I couldn’t be more excited. Cooler weather here in the USA has me wanting to curl up with a good Holiday Historical Romance.

And it just so happens that the USA Today HEA blog has a collection of holiday historical romances for you to consider, including the latest from yours truly and the Bluestocking Belles…

Some of my favorite authors are here to bring you warmth and joy in the form of a great romance. Check it out!

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New Release – Follow Your Star Home

It’s here! Woot!

Follow Your Star Home, A Bluestocking Belles Holiday Collection is available now…

Divided sweethearts seek love and forgiveness in this collection of eight seasonal novellas…

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Forged for lovers and lost souls…

The Viking star ring is said to bring lovers together, no matter how far, no matter how hard.

In eight stories covering more than a thousand years, our heroes and heroines put this legend to the test. Watch the star work its magic, as prodigals return home in the season of goodwill, uncertain of their welcome.

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First Kiss Friday with guest Amy Quinton

Thanks for having me on! ❤

Sherry Ewing

Welcome, my lovelies, to another First Kiss Friday with my guest, Amy Quinton. Today Amy has an excerpt from her novel, What The Scot Hears. Isn’t this cover gorgeous? You might want to get out a fan… you’re going to love everything about this excerpt! Happy reading and enjoy!

Excerpt:

His hand, just there before her, was large—oh, so much bigger than her own—and rough; the hands of a man who had seen plenty of hard work in his life.

She inhaled in steady, measured breaths, desperate to slow her racing pulse. What she got for her efforts was the complex scent of his very essence, the subtle hint of which sprang from his palm like a smoking candle.

His was an intricate aroma made up of the smell of leather from his gloves and a distinctive scent she’d come to associate specifically with MacLeod, an earthy note that brought…

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Throughout time, it has never been too late for love…

1814

I hope you enjoyed your stay in Revolutionary France of 1795 via Elizabeth Ellen Carter’s Blog. You are now in Regency England!

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Coronation portrait by Sir Thomas Lawrence of King George IV

Thanks for stopping by and welcome to 1814: a time of decadent balls, glorious gowns, sharp dressed men, and, unfortunately, war. Our time machine will be visiting 1814 twice, so for this stop, we are focusing on the first half of 1814.

1814 is the year my novella, The Umbrella Chronicles: George & Dorothea’s Story, in the Never Too Late anthology takes place.

The setting is England during a period of time known as The Regency. This is because King George III had become unfit to rule and so his son, George, ruled by proxy as the Prince Regent beginning in 1811 until his father’s death in 1820, at which time the Prince Regent became King George IV.

Napoleonic Wars: The Sixth Coalition versus the French

One couldn’t talk about the year of 1814 without mentioning the Napoleonic Wars. 1814 saw the Sixth Coalition of allied forces (Austria, Russia, Prussia, UK, Portugal, Sweden, Spain, and several German states) battling the French under emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. Numerous battles took place over the course of the year, concluding with a very short-lived time of peace (for despite exile to Elba in April, the infamous Battle of Waterloo (1815) has yet to take place).

Here are some of the major battles and events surrounding the Napoleonic Wars that occurred in the first half of 1814:

January 14 The Treaty of Kiel is signed ending hostilities between Denmark-Norway (French ally) and the UK and Sweden (part of the 6th Coalition).

January 29 The French defeat Russia and Prussia in the Battle of Brienne.

February 1 The French defeat Russia in the Battle of Champaubert.

February 17 The French defeat Russia and Austria in the Battle of Mormant.

February 18 The French defeat the Austrians and Württembergers in the Battle of Montereau.

March 1 The Sixth Coalition sign the Treaty of Chaumont.

March 7 The French defeat Russia and Prussia in the Battle of Craonne.

March 21 The French, severely outnumbered, flee from the Battle of Arcis-sur-Aube.

March 30 Sixth Coalition forces march into Paris after defeating Napoleon.

March 31 Forces allied against Napoleon capture Paris.

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April 11 Napoleon abdicates unconditionally; he is exiled to the island of Elba, and the French Bourbon monarchy and King Louis XVIII is restored. The Treaty of Fontainebleau is signed, allowing the Congress of Vienna to redraw the map of Europe.

April 26 King Louis XVIII lands at Calais from England.

May 4 Bourbon reign restored in France.

May 30 The Treaty of Paris (1814) is signed returning French borders to their 792 extent.

 

War of 1812

The War of 1812 is a conflict between the US and the UK and their respective allies. The War was fought from 1812 – 1815 and was declared by the US against the UK as a response to the British blockade of trade with France (due to the Napoleonic Wars) and impressment of American sailors into the British Royal Navy to fight against the French.

March 27 Battle of Horseshoe Bend: General Andrew Jackson defeats the Red Sticks, part of the Creek Indian tribe near Dadeville, Alabama.

May 5 British attack Ft Ontario, Oswego, NY

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Attack at Ft. Ontario Artist Unknown

Other European Politics

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King Ferdinand VII by Francisco Goya

February 11 Norway proclaims its Independence.

May 4 King Ferdinand VII of Spain signs the Decree of the 4th of May, returning Spain to absolutism.

May 17 Denmark cedes Norway to Sweden (National Day).

May 17 Norwegian constitution passed.

May 17 Occupation of Monaco changes from French to Austrian.

The Arts

February 1 Lord Byron’s “The Corsair” is published and sells 10,000 copies the first day.

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Lord Byron by Richard Westall

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Febuary 27 Ludwig von Beethoven’s 8th Symphony in F premieres.

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Potrait of Ludwig von Beethoven by Joseph Karl Stieler

The Environment

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Mayon Volcano, Albay, Philippines photo by Tomas Tam

February 1 Tragedy strikes when Volcano Mayon in the Philippines erupts killing 1,200

 

 

 

 

 

Notable Deaths

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Potrait of Joséphine de Beauharnais by Firmin Massot

March 26 Joseph-Ignace Guillotin, French physician and freemason who proposed and became the namesake of the guillotine, dies of natural causes at 75

May 29 Joséphine de Beauharnais, first wife of Napoleon I and first Empress of France (1804-14), dies of pneumonia aged 50

 

 

 

 

Fashion & Style

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Embrace by Frédéric Soulacroix Note the Regency classical style of the room and the Regency clothes.

We can’t talk about Regency without noting the fashions and decorating styles of the day; it’s one of the many reasons romance readers love romances that take place in the Regency time period.

Classicism was the favored style in Regency England, particularly Roman and Greek motifs which were blended with French and Egyptian elements giving Regency Classicism a visually rich elegance.  Noted in this style are heavy floral motifs, gilded designs, scrolling leaves, and classical friezes. You can see more at http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/articles/s/style-guide-regency-classicism/.

 

 

 

 

Women’s Fashion

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Confidences by Frédéric Soulacroix

Women’s dresses of the period, particularly among the haute ton (society), were noted for their high, empire waists. Women would wear their gowns over a shift or chemise, which would be made of a sturdier material so that it could be washed frequently. Whereas the gowns themselves would be made of much finer material and would not be washed with each use unless particularly soiled.

Society women would change their clothes often during the day, depending on what activities were planned. They usually had specific types of dress for different activities. For example, a society lady might have several:

  • morning gowns
  • visiting gowns
  • walking gowns
  • promenade dresses
  • carriage dresses
  • riding habits
  • dinner dresses/gowns
  • ball gowns

No wonder they employed a lady’s maid to sort their daily attire! Not to mention that fashions were constructed such that one couldn’t put on all the requisite stays, petticoats, dresses without assistance.

There is so much I could say about the fashions of the day, but Author Kristen Koster has an excellent Primer on Regency Women’s Fashion, here that covers all the major terms and forms of dress for women in Regency, England.

 

Men’s Fashion

display_imageBe still my beating heart. Society Men were well dressed and also put forth a lot of effort toward their toilette. In fact, society men usually employed a valet to care for and dress them appropriately.

Regency men’s dress is most noted for it’s waistcoats, cravats, and Hessian boots.

In the picture to the left, you will note the hallmark Regency characteristics of a cravat, jacket, knee breeches, boots, and even a caped great coat draped over the back of the chair.

For more details on men’s regency fashion, author Kristen Koster has an excellent Primer on Regency Men’s Fashion, here.

 

Beau Brummell

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Beau Brummell by Richard Dighton

We cannot talk about fashion and style in Regency England without mentioning the infamous society figure and self-proclaimed dandy: Beau Brummell.

George Bryan “Beau” Brummell was born in London in 1778. The son of a politician, he became an iconic figure in Regency England as a an arbiter of men’s fashion and well-known friend of the Prince Regent. If Brummell did it, every dandy in London copied it.

Brummell was a witty, educated man having attended Eton College and then Oxford before joining the military in 1784 as part of the Tenth Royal Hussars, which was later renamed to the 10th (Prince of Wales’s Own) Regiment of (Light) Dragoons (Hussars) in honor of King George IV.

After leaving the military, Brummell took a house in Mayfair, where he became a major influencer of style and personal hygiene. He was known to be fastidious, cleaning his teeth, bathing and shaving on a daily basis. It was once rumored that he spent 5 hours a day on his toilette, and that the Prince Regent, himself, visited Brummell’s rooms to witness this man’s morning lengthy ablutions.

Unfortunately, being an icon of fashion does not pay well, quite the opposite in fact, and in 1816, Brummell fled London for France to avoid debtors prison where he lived the remainder of his life in exile.

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You can get to all eight blogs via the time machine page on our Bluestocking Belle’s website once all tour stops are published.

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Farewell from 1814

Thank you for stopping by. I hope you found your stay informative and glamorous. For your next stop, you’ll be traveling to 1916 Picardy, France via Caroline Warfield’s blog. Or you can return to the time machine page on our Bluestocking Belle’s website and pick a year as they are posted over the next few weeks.

I wish you safe travels. Good luck. Try not to land in the midst of the Battle of the Somme!

Love,

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