#housedress

[history-of-fashion]

1880s Housedress

wool, silk ribbon

(Irma G. Bowen Historic Clothing Collection / University of New Hampshire Library)

[indiatrendzs]

Kaftans Dresses for Beach Parties

Kaftans are a perfect choice for beach parties, combining comfort, elegance, and a touch of bohemian flair. Their flowing silhouettes and breezy fabrics make them ideal for a relaxed yet stylish look by the sea. When choosing a kaftan for a beach party, opt for lightweight, breathable fabrics like cotton, chiffon, or silk, which will keep you cool while providing a sophisticated drape. Bright,…

[tortoisesshells]

Dark Shadows episode 85, aired October 21 1966

[godsprettiestprincess]

Those tradwife videos that r like. “A year ago I was a hardcore feminist but now I love serving my husband and can’t wait to make babies!!! 🥰”

That’s what I’m doing to Lucifer.

[irrigos]

oh btw i saw the flashback with griz in a dress and why is it so nastyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl what are you WEARING

[heavencasteel420]

List of Nancy's Outfits in Drive All Night

Brown wool skirt and tan cashmere sweater

Letty Lynton gown

Sexy black mourning dress

Housedress (I don't think I describe it but I imagine it being pale pink with a small floral pattern)

Landlady-impressing navy suit with colorful blouse (in my mind it's kelly green)

Violet or lilac (NOT pink) rayon crepe dress

Cashmere coat (with bootleg-liquor-funded fur collar)

Slinky sky-blue gown

Lacy peach brassiere and drawers

[peppermintquartz]

I have two of my cats in front and behind me. I can't roll over.

Not pictured: husband on the other side of the bed facedown because it's the only way he can sleep with minimal coughing

[chaskka]

How would you rate this dish on a scale of 1 to 10?

[mogulinteriorelements]

Mogul INterior has truly excelled with their dress selection this summer, offering a versatile range that can be dressed up or down for any occasion. Their patterned dresses are perfect for various events; personally, they seem ideal for a dinner on a beach vacation or a stroll through a farmer's market. Floral dresses have always held a special place in my heart, and the bright, flirty patterns featured this season are particularly delightful. One standout is an adorable dress with ruffle details that exudes a youthful charm. Another similar dress, adorned with a more tropical pattern, pairs beautifully with a straw purse, a combination I would also recommend. This dress is perfect for vacations and can even double as a swimsuit cover-up—what's not to love?

[indiatrendzs]

Easter Dresses, Fun Boho Handmade Clothing

Funky and chill, free spirited Bohemian fashion, conscious design that is holistic and now more necessary than ever. Patchwork gypsy skirts and hippy yoga pants, embroidered caftans, colorful tribal, paisley prints and chunky bead jewelry are totally in style. With a resurgence of design styles and fashion icons ramping up its popularity, bohemian hippy chic fashion is known for its earthy…

[art-vortex]

(via Coussin avec l'œuvre « "Hyperbole Halftone Hijab: Housedress Homage" » de l'artiste Art-Vortex-fr)

[marzipanandminutiae]

Dream dressing gown, you say? What colour?? Dressing gown inspiration pics??

A. Dark green. I want to do embroidery on it, but I can't decide if I want it to be lighter green or silver. Whatever color it is, that'll be the lining color (silk).

B. inspiration! don't know if I can find it again, but there's one tan wool princess-line 1880s dressing gown/housedress/robe/whatever that has monochrome embroidery and I absolutely love it.

This isn't it, but that's definitely the vibe (c. 1879; sold online at Antiquedress.com some years ago). I like the more fitted look, as opposed to some of the looser dressing-gowns of the period. it looks cozier and more suitable for going out of the house to do my laundry, get the mail, etc.

same era. this one's in the Peabody-Essex Museum, just up in Salem. let Marzi examine pls???

This Dressing-Gown Fucks

anyway I want my swoon-worthy Natural Form dressing gown dreams to come true, and damnit, that IS going to happen!

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

day ten: praise kink | NSFW MDNI 18+

"Good girl," Logan rasped, his voice thick with desire as his rough thumb traced a slow, tender stroke along your hollowed cheek. His praise felt like a reward, sending a shiver down your spine as you continued to take him into your mouth. The sheer size of him was always a challenge; he was thick, long, and every inch of him pulsed with heat as you bobbed your head, trying to relax your throat to accommodate him. Saliva slipped from the corners of your mouth, the wet sound of your lips working along his veined length filling the quiet room.

You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, and a low chuckle rumbled from above. "That's it, baby. You're doing so good for me." His hand tightened in your hair, not rough, but firm enough to guide you, to keep you steady as you worked his shaft. His other hand rested on your cheek, brushing away the spit that dribbled from your lips with a thumb that was far too tender for someone like Logan—rough around the edges but soft for you.

The smell of him—cedar, sweat, and earth—intensified your arousal. You loved pleasing Logan after a long, hard day. He’d come home exhausted, his sun-kissed skin slick with a layer of sawdust, smelling of fresh-cut lumber and hard labor. The image of him busting through the door, his broad frame slumping into his favorite armchair, was something you’d craved all day. He’d kick off his heavy boots, the thud of them hitting the floor echoing in the small cabin, and you’d be waiting—just like now—eager to take care of him.

Today was no different. You had waited for him all day, baking, reading, and tidying, all while fighting that familiar ache building inside you, your body practically buzzing with anticipation. You loved this routine, loved being the one to unwind him after hours of back-breaking work. And now, here you were—kneeling between his thighs, your pretty housedress sliding up just enough to expose the tops of your knitted lace stockings.

Logan's deep groans filled the room as you continued to pleasure him. "Look at you," he muttered, his breath ragged. "Always so eager, so fucking perfect." He tangled his hand deeper into your hair, pulling it back just enough so he could see your face, your big doe eyes blinking up at him in pure adoration. "That's it, baby," he praised, his voice thick with approval. "You know exactly how to make me feel good, don't you? Always so good at this. My good girl."

His praise hit you like a jolt, making your heart flutter and your core throb with need. You moaned around him, the vibration of your sound making Logan's cock twitch in your mouth. The deeper you took him, the more his groans turned into throaty growls of pleasure. You wrapped your lips tighter around him, focusing on the head, swirling your tongue over the sensitive tip and taking in the salty taste of his pre-cum. Logan groaned louder, his chest heaving as you bobbed your head with more intent.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me lose my mind," he hissed, his thumb brushing your lips as he watched you. "Such a pretty mouth. Been thinking about this all day. How could I not when I’ve got the most perfect girl waiting for me at home?"

His words made your head spin, the praise filling every inch of you with warmth, pushing you to suck harder, bobbing up and down his length with more enthusiasm. You wanted to please him. You needed to. His hand in your hair tightened slightly as he guided you, careful not to be too rough. You loved that about him—how he could be so strong, so imposing, yet so incredibly gentle with you.

"My baby is so talented," Logan murmured, his voice low and thick with need. "Look at you, taking me so well. You make me feel so fucking good." He gripped your hair tighter, pulling your head back for just a moment, his dark eyes locking with yours. The sight of you, lips swollen and glistening, brows knitted in concentration as you worked his cock, made his groans grow louder. "God, you’re everything I need."

His praise sent an intense wave of arousal flooding your body, and you moaned again, pushing your lips back down his shaft. Logan grunted, his hips bucking slightly, but he kept control, letting you take the lead. He adored watching you like this, seeing how much you enjoyed making him feel good.

"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice strained. "So fucking beautiful on your knees for me, working that pretty mouth like you were made for it. Nobody does it like you, baby. Nobody."

Your thighs squeezed together, the ache between your legs growing unbearable. Every praise, every groan from Logan only made you more desperate, your body screaming for release. His cock twitched in your mouth again, his breathing coming out in short, ragged pants as you picked up the pace, your head bobbing faster, tongue working his shaft as you took him deep, letting him brush the back of your throat with each thrust.

"Shit," he groaned, his hips bucking again as he edged closer to release. "You're gonna make me come, sweetheart. You always know how to take care of me, don’t you? My perfect little girl."

You hummed in response, the vibrations sending him over the edge. With one final grunt, Logan’s cock pulsed in your mouth, hot release flooding your throat as he groaned your name. You swallowed him down eagerly, your eyes locked on his as his body trembled with the force of his orgasm. His praises didn’t stop, even as his climax subsided, his voice a little softer now, but still thick with adoration.

"Goddamn, baby," he whispered, gently pulling your head up so he could cup your face in his hands. "You're fucking perfect. So good to me. Always so good."

You pulled away, wiping the stray saliva from your lips as you looked up at him, cheeks flushed with pride. He stroked your hair softly, thumb brushing over your cheekbone with such tenderness it made your heart swell.

"You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me," he said, his voice low, filled with sincerity. "I don’t deserve you."

You smiled, leaning into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hands as they held you close. "You deserve everything, Logan," you whispered, your voice soft but full of love.

His dark eyes gleamed as he looked down at you, his hands never leaving your skin. "No, baby," he murmured, pulling you into his lap, where he held you tight against his chest. "You deserve everything."

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[suzukiblu]

Clark panic-adopts his teenage clones

“Coming!” a voice calls from inside the farmhouse, and Match concentrates and hears–two heartbeats, two sets of breathing lungs, and a moving body approaching the other side of the door. He can hear a radio or TV playing music, though he doesn’t know what kind of music it is. Country, maybe. It sounds vaguely like what little concept he has of “country” music, though also seems stupidly on the nose. 

If this is a waystation, it’s a little too precious a setup. No one could actually believe this place was a real place. 

The front door opens. There’s a short, stocky white woman in her late sixties or early seventies standing there, wearing wire-rimmed glasses, a well-worn floral-print housedress, and a checkered apron with flour all over it, her gray hair pinned up in a bun. She smells like sugar and cinnamon and fresh-baked pastry and looks like the most cliche possible interpretation of a farmer’s wife. 

This is definitely not a real place, yeah.

[the1920sinpictures]

1929 Hints for Homemakers - A Dainty Housedress. From New York City-Vintage History, FB.

[oliversrarebooks]

How does it feel like to get erased? Does Lily try to make the process as humanely as possible?

tw: mind control, hypnosis, dehumanization, memory loss

Bobby struggled against the chair's leather restraints, not because he really thought he would break them, but because it seemed wrong to not even try. Before he'd been dragged off, the vampires had said that he was scheduled for "erasure." He didn't know what that was, exactly, but the dead-eyed, unresponsive humans in some of the cells gave him an idea.

He desperately hoped he was wrong. He'd never been physically adept -- which was part of why the vampires found it so easy to manhandle him into the chair -- so he'd always relied on his mind to get by. Losing that…

Tears threatened to overflow his eyes, and he stopped struggling for a moment to choke them back, his strangled sob muffled by the thick cloth gag. He really didn't want the vampires to see him crying. They'd probably get some sick satisfaction out of it.

The door cracked open, and Bobby could hear a woman's voice. "It's a full erasure with obedience, so it'll take at least a couple of hours. Sure, he's probably going to crack quick, but erasure still takes time to do right… Okay, let's talk after I've finished. I'll see you then."

A petite woman with dusty hair and a floral housedress bustled into the room, looking as if she were in a hurry. Was this really the vampire sent to erase him? Her eyes swept up and down the man restrained tightly in the chair, and seemed to approve. "You must be Bobby. I'm Miss Lily. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Bobby just glared, unable to respond, and not wanting to give her the satisfaction anyway.

"I know this must seem frightening, but you really have nothing to fear, dear," she said in a sweetly ingratiating voice. "This won't hurt a bit. You're just going to start to feel very sleepy, and have a nice pleasant rest. Okay?"

Straining at his bonds, Bobby shook his head vigorously. She was nuts if she thought he was going to willingly sleep here. She must have some kind of drug, or magic…

"Just relax," she said, her hands fluttering back and forth, and Bobby couldn't help but watch. "Just relax now, Bobby. You're going to relax, and you're going to start feeling drowsy. Very, very drowsy."

Bobby jerked away from the sight, but she took his chin and gently but firmly guided his gaze back to her.

"Very sleepy, dear. So drowsy. Your eyelids are getting heavy. You're listening so well, and getting so sleepy, so relaxed and comfortable, so dazed and docile…"

Her voice was powerful in a way Bobby didn't understand, snaking into his mind and capturing it even as he tried to resist. He couldn't prevent himself from listening to her spell -- because it had to be magic, didn't it? The way her words tugged at him, the way he was already starting to feel strangely tired and calm despite being scared out of his mind, that had to be some kind of magic.

"Sleepier and sleepier as you listen to my words, Bobby. So exhausted, so deeply drowsy. You can feel how heavy your eyelids are, how much you want to yawn, how you're starting to nod off…"

It was happening so fast. His eyelids were already drooping, and he had to catch himself as his head tipped forward. She had only been talking him down into sleep for a few minutes, and he was already so drowsy he couldn't even think straight. Erasure, he kept reminding himself -- he had to resist at all costs, or they'd take his mind, possibly for good. He couldn't fall asleep, no matter how tired she made him, or he might never wake up himself.

"No more resisting, no more fighting. You're much too sleepy for that, aren't you? And the sleepier you are, the better you'll feel, the more calm and complacent, all of your worries melting away as you drift. Drift, and relax, and let your heavy eyelids start to fall. Feel so safe, so safe that you could just go to sleep. So safe with me."

It was a lie, of course. Nothing about this was remotely safe. But his rational thoughts could hardly penetrate the thick sludge permeating his mind. His thoughts were so slow, and Lily kept up a constant string of patter, reinforcing the ideas of sleeping and relaxing and feeling good. He tried to distract himself by thinking of the multiplication tables, or maybe all of the states and their capitals, or…

He jerked himself awake again, realizing that his eyes were half-closed and he didn't even remember what Lily had been saying.

And that was when he came to a realization that would have been terrifying if he weren't half-asleep and calmed by Lily's trance: he wasn't going to make it. He was only putting up the feeblest of resistance, and this vampire seemed almost bored by it all, like this was a rote day for her. She clearly had all of the patience she needed to drill her spell deep into Bobby's mind for as long as it took for him to fold, and he was dangerously close to folding already.

She was going to have his mind, and there was nothing he could do about it, no one to save him.

Lily reached forward and gently caressed his cheek. "That's it. Just sleep. It'll feel so good when you fall asleep and into a deep hypnotic trance. Sleep, and allow me to hypnotize you. Go to sleep, dear. It's time to go to sleep."

It was the realization that he'd never be able to hold out that did him in. That last spark of defiance sputtered and faded, and his eyes began to close as he fell into a daze. She kept speaking to him, speaking of sleep and submission, and the world began to fade into nothing. He had one more half-hearted attempt at rousing from slumber left in him, and then he succumbed.

As soon as he gave in, a wonderful feeling of calm bliss washed over him. It felt good to listen to the vampire, to do what she said, and for now she was mainly instructing him to fall deeper and deeper asleep. He felt so strangely warm and comfortable as his mind tumbled into an endless abyss, his anxious thoughts unable to find any purchase among the sleepy whispers she kept pouring in his ear.

She told him he was going to become more and more obedient as he fell deeper asleep, and it made perfect sense, didn't it? He was deeply asleep and utterly defenseless, so of course he would have to be obedient. It made sense for his own thoughts to be quieted, so soft and silent that he could no longer hear them. All he could hear was her voice, and all he could do was sleep, and all he could be was obedient.

The passage of time had no meaning. He had no idea how long he spent locked in trance, sleeping his mind away. He had been floating in a sea of complete calm and contentment for what seemed like forever when the suggestions in his ear began to change.

"Forget," the vampire whispered. "As you go deeper and deeper asleep, you're going to find yourself starting to forget. When you're completely asleep and obedient, you don't need your memories, so your memories of anything but this are going to start to fade away. You'll forget everything except for this deep hypnotic trance…"

That tiny spark of defiance might not have been completely wiped out, because there was a faint resistance within him. Sleeping and obeying was one thing, but he didn't want to lose his memories. He didn't want to lose himself.

"Shhh, shhh, just relax, dear. Just relax and fall deeper asleep. Your sleeping mind just can't resist. Your sleeping mind doesn't want to resist. It will feel so calm and peaceful as all those memories start to drift away on the waves. You can still see them, for now, but they're drifting so gently, washing away out of reach, and you're too tired to chase after them. You just want to relax and let go. Let go and sleep. Sleep and be obedient. Be so obedient and let those memories wash away."

He let out a soft groan as his one last spark left him. His thoughts were muddled and confusing as his memories started to leave, slipping through his mind like water through a sieve.

Trying to remember made him so sleepy. Trying to resist made him more deeply hypnotized. All he could do, all he was permitted to do, was listen and absorb her words as she carefully took away everything he was.

This seemed to last forever, too. As far as he was concerned, it could have been years that he spent entranced in that chair with Lily carefully washing his mind of every last scrap of his identity. He watched as his memories floated away on an imaginary ocean, and then even the ocean began to retreat from his mind, leaving nothing but a calm blank expanse.

She asked him questions at some point, simple questions. What his address was, who was the president, how many sisters and brothers did he have. He managed to answer her questions the first time he was asked, although it was like pushing the answers through a solid brick wall. She seemed satisfied with this, and continued casting her spell.

The next time, he was only able to recall his address, and he wasn't even sure it was correct.

After that, he didn't have any more answers for her. He just wanted to sleep and to be obedient.

Sleep, and be obedient, and forget everything.

"…Now open your eyes and remain asleep."

He had been so deeply asleep for so long, every part of his body so heavy and lazy, that he wasn't even sure he could open his eyes, but as soon as she suggested it, his eyes popped open all on their own.

"Very good," she said, the praise bringing him a vague sense of contentment. "How are you feeling?"

Words slipped from his fogged brain before he could think them. "Fine, sir."

"Do you know where you are?"

He stared straight ahead at the vampire, not bothering to examine his surroundings. "No, sir."

"That's perfectly fine. You'll stand and follow me."

Despite being a bit stiff, he did exactly what the vampire commanded, with no thought in his mind to do anything else. She was a vampire, and his only role was to serve them. That was all there was, that was all there had been, that was all there would ever be.

He was brought to a cell, and he walked in and sat on the cot, content to wait there indefinitely for further instruction as the door was slammed shut.