The lovely thing about a shortgown? After a night in a tent with the world's crabbiest baby, during which you sleep maybe 4 out of the 8 hours you're trying to, you can just throw it on. And that's that until you get up the fortitude to get into your stays.
The treacherous thing about a shortgown? Sometimes that fortitude never comes.
|Look at that face. Someone else was tired, too.|
Fortunately, it doesn't look that godawful. Better with stays, of course. And not really correct without them. But still. Better than nothin'.
And as I walked down a couple of camps a friend stopped me--she had a petticoat in the same fabric! I was worried that the effect of the two together would be overwhelming, but it was actually rather fetching with a sheer apron over it. And even stayless, the whole outfit looked like I actually meant it.
|Pinning myself back together.|
And I leave you with a shot of our two cannons readying for artillery demo. I'm on the ground with the lantern--hard to see the full ensemble, but you do get a nice glimpse of my red American Duchess shoes peeking out in the grass!