18th century makeup, 18th century cosmetics

Of course you haven't been able to miss my interest in 18th century beauty. I do realise that not everyone share my obsession in old recipes, but perhaps you will find the result interesting. So I point you into the direction of yesterday's beauty parlour, at Madame Isis's Toilette, where I inflicted my makeup skills on a number of willing victims.



Hair powder, two kind of white paint and two kind of red dito were used.

A day in the 18th century

I'm back home after spending two weeks at the summerhouse, but I have two weeks left of my vacation. Today spent in the 18th century at Skansen. We mingled around as part of the tourist attraction, were models in a lecture on clothes, danced and ate well, all while people were taking pictures of us. I enkoyed myself nevertheless. No new clothes, but it was the first time for the straw hat I decorated last summer. I really like the look of it, but it was quite heave and pulled my wig more and more down on one side. It looked fine, but I could feel it sliding- a very unsecure feeling. I'm not used to wearing wigs and need to learn to fix it better in place. J wore Gustaf III's national suit and looked great as usual.

A masked ball deep inside the earth

Isn’t this picture wonderful? Caroline and I are looking at a living flame, lightening a mining cave and we are 155 meters underground.

This weekend was spent at the silver mine at Sala, a couple of miles northwest from Stockholm. The mine was active for about 400 years, until 1908 and is today a museum. One weekend every years there is an 18th century festival, though I must confess that I have never heard of it before. The idea is, I gather, to make it bigger and more well-known. The Society of Gustafs Skål was invited to be part of the entertainment for food and a bed. And, on Saturday night, there was a masked ball inside the belly of the mine.