The ladies society

Ive been browsing through a book id taken from the library on femininity in the 19th century and became increasingly fascinated with, what i think, could be the first early signs of the fashion magazine, i think from reading extracts, it has definately changed my views on things. It says:

"The Ladies: A Journal of the Court, Fashion and Society, came chatting into existence in March 1872, offering scientifically precise fashion advice and demanding political rights for women. The weekly London newspaper sought out the burgeoning female readership, explicitly catering to upper-class society women who could pay the sixpenny rate but implicitly offering middle-class women a guide to social-climing success. Although The Ladies--with its fashion plates, housekeeping tips, suffrage demands, and employment advice--collapsed after nine months, its reign reflects a cultural moment and its deposing, a cultural instability. The journal proposes an impossible dream of womanhood allowing for femininity, domesticity, brilliance, assertiveness, and political activism. This project opens the window onto a forgotten Victorian periodical and its attempt to create a place in the Victorian culture and the Victorian press for the well-dressed women of England"

To them, it wasnt material postions, it was how you held yourself and how you were seen in society. Ive learnt that anyone can just wear good clothes. Celebrities employ stylists, designers advertise in magazines,etc... but decorum,good posture and a likeable glow cannot be bought in Harrods.
The past couple of days I have seriously realised not to take things for granted. Ive started to be careful about not caring as much about meaningless things than i used to. I genuinely think that if you are happy, then nothing else really matters.
I think that femininity is a trait that is starting to become lost in the 21st century, i just think that it is really sad. So for now, im starting to care less about what a writer in vogue is telling my to wear. i used to rule with my head and im starting to rule more with my heart. It is going to take time, but i think that in the end it will be worth it.
I want to do more things just because i want to, not because i have to. I want to be more spontaneous, i want to have more fun, i want to have more freedom, i want to be more loved. Everyone has a past fashion icon, but they did not start out in life thinking that they were going to become a fashion icon. Their happiness led to it. Victoria Beckham really pisses me off because she is so anamatronic. I see he miserable snout and i dont even realise what she is wearing.
My grandpa passed away on friday and recently, i was looking through photos with my gran and i found lots of black and white photos of them when they were young, free and in love. My gran looks so parisian, so effortless. Her smile stretched all the way across her face. She has told me so many times not to waste the time i have, because it only seems seconds ago since those days, she says looking at the picture. Its been a hard week, simply for that he was my idol, i loved him so much, and now he's gone. But i think that it happened for a reason and i have come out the other end of it with him still in my heart and wisdom in my noggin.
She explained about how they met. She was 17 and she worked in a bakery with a girl the same age as her, and they are still best friends now. My grandpa was a joiner working at the docks. The bakery is now a flower shop and i literally 30 seconds from their home now. He would walk past the bakery everyday on his way home from work and look in and smile. He was so shy. The woman in the bakery would nudge my gran and say, there he is again, lover boy. One day he came up to her and said, do you want to go to the pictures on tuesday, so fast that she might not even heard it all, but she agreed. The next day at the bakery my gran and her friend were talking and my gran said that she didnt think that she was going to go out with him again, he was too quiet. But he asked her out again, and she said yes. Its stories like that which have set me off all week.
When he was in hospital, he turned to me and said, you know what, your gran is the light of my life. i think its so beautiful, and around 60 years down line they have parted ways and it has truly broken my heart