18th century days at Skansen

I am still on vacation, which is why I'm so quiet and is having a good time. I have ventured into new areas of cyberspace and is testing both Instagram and Twitter. I plan to keep them Close to this and Madame Isis Toiltte in subject and if you are interested, then the accounts are both called isiswardrobe. There will be cat and dog Pictures, though. And, of course, I have spent some time in the 18th Century. The museum Skansen had their annual 18th Century weeks in July and as usual Gustafs Skål was there to add to the amusement. I also got a chance to try out some coloured hair powder, which you can see here.

Looking sweet. Also having pink hair powder.

Tove the maid is looking extremely dubious.

Back to nature.

On day two I left the 1780's and went for the 1740's instead.

A temporary change of cavalier as Anders was the only other one dressed in the 1740's, wearing a quilted waistcoat with sleeves.

The Lovely Little gazebo in the garden was open for once, so we could go inside and see the painted interior.

J looking like he is contemplating life's sorrows this beautiful day.

Aggi, the stern governess.

J in the Swedish national suit, everyday court version.

The fortune teller and her cards. She foresaw that a visiting squirell would be able to succesfully steal something, just moments before he jumped up at our table and got away with a tasty morsel.

Back again

Hello, hello. I’m back from my vacation and a very nice vacation it has been too. I haven’t sewn as much as I had planned, but as I hadn’t any deadline, that’s fine. I’ve tinkered with my cotton-candy jacket- right now I’m setting the sleeves. I’ve made a pattern for an early 18th century jacket and I worked quite a bit on my embroidered linen gown.

We did have occasion to dress up though, as the out of door museum Skansen had their annual 18th century weeks. We spent all weekend in 18th century clothes.

Janne on the staircase of the 18th century city house belonging to the family Tottie. Unfortunately it wasn’t open.

Outside the manor house of Skogaholm.

And in the garden.



Two gentlemen in the rose garden.

Anna and the rose.

Smoking a clay pipe.

Peeking into the gazebo of Emmanuel Swedenborg. No spirits in sight, though.

In the hall of Skogaholm’s manor house, waiting for a concert.

Isis the crocodile…

It was a lovely concert! Mostly Bellman with cembalo and lute and singing.



When not looking corny, Janne quite look like Gustaf III in 18th century clothes.