Joanna here. The other day I was thinking about a discussion on Twitter that talked about the life of a lady’s maid. This related somewhat tangentially to my own life since I am trying and failing to fix my clothes washer and have thus taken refuge in philosophy.
It is better than kicking the washer and swearing, I suppose.
The Twitter thread was touched off by a video of a woman getting dressed in the 1890s.
There were many frothy bits of clothing, all of which had to be tugged up or around or pulled over and then tied or buttoned.
Folks pointed out, rightly, that it would have taken a bit of time and a lot of wriggling and gymnastics to get the woman dressed. Look at all those layers, they said. Bet she had a maid to help.