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In the 1850s, the invention of the cage crinoline made two things possible. First, movement! Victorian ladies were now free from the confines of horsehair pads and inflatable tubes and yards and yards of underskirt. Second, skirts wider than VW bugs!
At the peak of Victorian skirt width, women had to squish through doorways, and they'd take down small tables at every turn. Crinolines were also highly flammable, meaning that the poorer class of women were advised to leave their crinolines at home before showing up to factory work.
I pondered social justice when I put on this new, puffy dress by House of Nyla. In RL, an outfit like this marks one as a member of the upper classes; practicality is for the working stiff. Lucky for me SL is a democratic place, and I'm not flammable at all as I pad my journalista's rounds. The movement on the skirt is light as air, too! Also, I went for a walk in Caledon VictoriaCity and the magical fabric shook off every speck of soot and trace of horse dung.
In this magical land, even us plebes can feel like can-can princesses. Here, I'm channeling my inner Zsa Zsa Gabor-does-a-period-film. Hello dahlinks! I'm lovely today!
***Hat: Mercury Morning hat -- sadly I think this store is out of business
***Hair: Mercury Bouffant 2
***Skin: La Sylphide Liliana Black and White - Noir (free at their shop)
***Earrings, necklace: Balderdash - Entanglement set
***Dress (corset in two layers, two prim skirts, and really sexy lingerie), shoes (with optional shoe sound): House of Nyla, Princess Onyx of Hearts