Bo Peep Has a Day Out

Here I am in my Bo Peep outfit, in the picture gallery at Attingham Park in Shropshire.  You could be forgiven for wondering where my sheep are.  (They're outside somewhere.  Not much of a shepherdess, am I?)

Gorgeous Husband was doing his duty as my Official Photographer, and the two of us were wandering about the stately home, looking like we owned the place, and imagining that we did.  I would need an army of servants, I can tell you, as there is no way I could handle all that housekeeping!

The dress is my own that I made, charity shop gloves and bag, and the Bo Peep bonnet was borrowed from the volunteers' dressing up box.  Normally I wear black feathers in my hair, but I stole them to  dress up a hat and haven't got round to taking them off. 

Gorgeous Husband knows a lot about the history of the house, as he is a costumed tour guide and takes small groups on tours.  I am totally the decorative accessory, and basically don't say much of anything, other than murmuring, "yes my dear," when appropriate.  Sometimes I say, "ooh, scandalous!" when he talks about the family's bankruptcy, but that's about it for my acting abilities.

For those who are interested in the period of the dress, it is Regency, which was 1811 to 1820.  A typical "white nightie" dress of that period.