Victoriana Lady Lisa's Victorian era great-great grandmother Ella Mae Martin, standing, and sister Lucy, seated, circa 1890. This photo was my inspiration as a child which encouraged my love of historic fashions. Ella Mae & Lucy's father Samuel J. Martin was a Quarter Master Sergeant in the Civil War. Sadly Lucy passed away at age 25 from Influenza, her sister Ella Mae named her daughter Lucy in her sister's honor. Namesake Lucy was my beloved great grandmother.
I'm honored to be featured in this informative Recollections article among such knowledgeable people in the industry. My very first reproduction gown was from Recollections when I started catering afternoon tea parties back in 2002. So many wonderful things have happened since that time.
If you enjoy the Victorian & Edwardian era you can watch episodes of my award winning community access TV program All Things Victorian, also posted on Youtube. For Steampunk fans you might enjoy my book International Steampunk Fashions by Victoriana Lady Lisa.
I encourage you to make a cup of tea and set aside some time to peruse the fabulous articles on the Recollections blog pages. Cheerio!
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Victoriana Lady Lisa presents her first live fashion show before the Daughters of the American Revolution in Rockport, MA.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
The latest from our award winning program, All Things Victorian. Treasures from Grandma's Attic explores the most recent donation of Victorian apparel from a dear friend. It was all as much a surprise to me, as to you. Thanks Kim :) - Episode 13, part 2.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
The latest from our award winning program, All Things Victorian. Treasures from Grandma's Attic explores the most recent donation of Victorian apparel from a dear friend. It was all as much a surprise to me, as to you. Thanks Kim :)
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
The new and improved All Things Victorian w/Victoriana Lady Lisa, featuring Bruce Rosenbaum.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
THE WILD VIOLET
Beautiful Violet, daughter of May
Blooming so modestly out of the way
Under the tangle and down by the brook
Upon the hill-side in some shady nook
Always and ever trying to play
Hide-go-seek with the sun's golden ray.
Beautiful Violet, welcome thou art
Bringing sweet music to a weary heart
For the memories full, thy coming seems
And gazing upon thee, back come the dreams
That haunted me once in love's bright day
When life and life's hopes were an endless May.
Beautiful Violets, when I am laid
Under the Willow-beneath its cool shade
Will you not come then, and bloom by me there
Filling with sweetness the soft evening air?
Say will you not come and over me lay
Your mantle of blue, fair daughter of May.
(This was found in a journal from 1863 from my personal collection. It was very common in the Victorian era to speak of death in poems. Not to be morbid, but because the life span was often short due to sickness and disease. The Victorians accepted this reality and spoke of it freely, which helped them deal with their grief.)