We are frequent patrons of the county libraries, where the girls eagerly stack up twenty books each per visit, their enthusiasm greatly pleasing the librarians. One afternoon while supervising the weekly library haul I noticed an advertisement for a Victorian fashion show. I have a keen interest in the Victorian era, historically speaking, and Laura is quite fond of the steam-punk scene, which certainly has its roots in Victorian motifs.
So I signed us up for five seats. When the day came we arrived a bit late, and so our seats were not great, making it hard for me to get really good clear pictures. Plus, the public room at the Central Point Library was rather small for the turnout, so the seating was very close up on the stage.
The show was most educational. A choir of older ladies sang us a few songs, and two women acted as MC's, explaining the features of the clothes being modeled by local volunteers, many of them members of the Victorian Society in Jacksonville that hosted this event.
I will not try to describe all the outfits, but I can post some pictures of the different attire, some of which is vintage, much of which is reconstructed from thrift store rummaging and creative work on the sewing machine. Many of the outfits were the models' own handiwork.
At the end of the show they brought out some outfits that had belonged to Ginger Rogers, who owned ranch in the valley while she was still alive. They talked about her at length, and told the story of how their society had come to be in the custody of some of her wardrobe.
I asked who Ginger Rogers was, getting many gasps of disbelief from the rest of the room. When I was told, hearing her name in connected to Fred Astair, I recalled having heard of her and seen scenes from some of her movies, but such cinema was never my particular interest, so I never became very familiar. It was so funny how my ignorance made such an impression on this room of mostly older ladies, who felt that I was really missing out.
The choir gave us one more song as we were all making our way out. It was a nice day, and it made me glad to see such a program, being put on for free, by volunteers, just for the sake of history, fashion, and fun. This kind of voluntary cultural exchange is the essence of agorism!