Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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I used to subscribe, too, and was sad when it ceased publication (I don't remember the redesign as being particularly jarring, though...I guess I'm as interested in Art Deco as I am in Victoriana)
I never subscribed, but a former neighbour used to share her copies with me. It was a delight, and I was sad when it left the scene. I found it a couple of weeks ago on the stands here, and am just thrilled! Such inspiration! :-)
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Wednesday, November 14, 2007 Look who's back!  While shopping last Friday I was stopped cold in my tracks – in Foodlion, no less – by the sight of the loved and familiar logo, lavish Christmas tree and slick cover of an old friend.  Now you know my hidden secret. Behind my sleek, modern, intellectual facade is a mushy puffed sleeved, Mary Jane shod froufrou of a woman with a feathered hat. Throughout the 80's and 90's I loved this magazine with it's fiddly photos and cluttery pages. I cooked many of the recipes it offered, dreamed of a life of bliss and bought a number of their books for the library. I don't care if A. Victorian society was actually stuffy and probably smelly, and B. I myself will never decorate a house with all that fluff. Something about its images stroked an aching chord in my heart. The garden articles inspired me to create a froth of flowers in my own back yard. This is where Emilie Tolley got her start .. or at least stoked her fame. And even if I am never going to wear a bustle or elbow length gloves - I like it that someone is photographing them, sharing them, remembering them. For several years I subscribed to the magazine, but around 2003 a new editor came in with a New and Improved Modern Vision. Gone were the soft colors and floral images. Gone were the curved silhouette of clothing and furniture. In their place were harsh colors, sleek straight sides and even block lettering in the title. It was a post-modernist coup – a murder in the magazine room – and it was the end of Victoria. I know I quit buying it and I am not surprised it went out of business in less than a year. I kept all my Christmas issues because I am a Christmas Sap. I don't have any of the May in England issues, but it's no surprise to me that when I finally got to go to England – it was in May. Well. Good luck to the new publication and its editorial staff! May we all enjoy a little froufrou now and then.
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