Elizabethan Fashion Friday: Party Like It’s 1599
This fashionably frizzy ‘do was easy as pie: I simply unbraided my hair and brushed it out. Here’s Queen Liz’s take on it, at her coronation:
Let’s talk shoes.
Here’s one great thing about shoes of the Elizabethan era: most of them were flat. Sure, there were slight heels here and there, but for the most part, shoes were the least important part of the outfit. After all, since gowns reached all the way to the floor, what was the use having flashy hooves? So most women (and men) wore soft, leather flats. Some like these ones:
So I happily slipped on my soft, faux-leather faux-Oxfords (*cough* Target *cough*) and paired them with some bright orange stockings-
-and a little skirt I got a long time ago (*cough* Forever 21 *cough*) that reminds me a little bit of a satin brocade. Sorry about that cough; I seem to be having some sort of allergic reaction to all the shitty places I’m realizing I shop at. Shopping epiphanies aside: the nipped-in waist and structured, full shape of the skirt bring to mind the classic Elizabethan silhouette without the dozen-plus layers of underskirts, whalebone corsets, and wooden frames.
Here’s one thing you should know about the queen: that broad LOVED pearls. You probably won’t be surprised to hear that pearls symbolize purity; Elizabeth knew that the “Virgin Queen” image she smartly cultivated was very useful to her, politically.
Here’s my take, throwing all the pearl jewelry I own at my head and seeing what sticks:
Put it all together (don’t forget fashionably ghostly pale skin and subtle reddish lips) and you’ve got a fairly work-appropriate outfit:
Of course, I’ve worn red velvet leggings to work before, so my bar for “work-appropriate” may be lower than most. And were I to be transported back in time in this attire, I’d probably be viewed as a prostitute or some sort of witch, or worse: a Catholic.
So a tip of the hat to you, Ms. Queenie! You were a badass in a time when women often had to hide their light under a bushel. You were a petty, indecisive, often bitchy badass, to be sure, but perhaps that’s why I can relate to you so much.