The next day we made our way to Columbia. We had to get there early so mama could catch her plane back to Chi-town, so we had quite a lot of time to kill while in costume.
(We also got in trouble for going off campus to get cheese sandwiches. In our defense, they told us it was alright to go on a walk, but they didn't mention not to leave the yard...)
|At the back porch! Ignore my petticoat, darp.|
|And this at the beginning of the week, too!|
It was usually between 80 and 90 degrees, though the building was air conditioned, so I got a good deal of use from my sheer. Even though it did get its fair amount of tears and stains, sigh.
|Kate's dress... I can't even... /jaw drops/|
|Sara being a cutie, per usual|
|Look at all of my neat little 'e's, hah!|
|Archangel et Jocelyn's peace sign|
|Church - the best place to goof off.|
|Graces in the yard|
|During the tea|
|I didn't have too much time to take pictures... :c|
|The lovely Ms. Flautt!|
|Yeah, Janet Jackson moment waiting to happen on my part.|
As for the political part, it played a seemingly minor role. Mr. Orman's class on 'current events' was mostly factual with a few amusing gems like 'the North was settled by English puritans who didn't like to have any fun, the South was settled by brave nat'listic Scots-Irish Braveheart people.' But when the etiquette teacher read an excerpt from the Diary of Virginia Clay I nearly cracked a tooth grinding them so hard. It was an excerpt regarding James Hammond's plantation, which I HAVE read factual records of and it is NOT a little slaveocratic heaven like it was portrayed as. But in the part that she read Clay talks about how the happy little negro savages live in their happy little negro homes with their honky-tonk little negro culture, isn't it so cute! what would those savages do without us white people?
I mean, read any excerpt you want about life, art and culture in the 1860s. But read a section so drenched in racism and upholding that to be right, to demonstrate that slavery was a positive good(?!?) and I won't be able to take you seriously. At all.
But that was really the only problem that I had. I didn't much mind being walked around the ballroom by handsome, attentive men, if only because it was a change from the usual grunts back home. So there's that.