A Date in the Edwardian Era

I’ve been thinking about romance and the way that everything ties together to make a moment in time so perfect and instantly nostalgic as if you are seeing yourself, perhaps, in a film…and it made me daydream about what a hopelessly romantic date would look like in each vintage era.  The clothing we would wear, the conversations we would have, the cocktails we would sip, the music that we would dance to, and how far the walk home would be to a twin bed in a Parisian loft or a grand king in the middle of growing suburban sprawl.

Every Wednesday (the most romantic day of the week, in my opinion) I plan on posting photos and descriptions of my dream date in every era.  Almost like a vintage date board, if you will.  I’ll start with the Edwardians and work all the way up to the early ’60s.

So without further adieu, a daydream-worthy date in the Edwardian era of the early 1900s looks a little something like this…

Edwardian Date Fashion

Edwardian Date Board by Anjou


The 1910s: An Edwardian Date

Setting: An idyllic countryside stroll through blossoming English gardens followed by a picnic lunch on the lawn of my summer home; the sun lighting up my face as a cool breeze blows through the challis of my dress.  Lilting sounds of children laughing and instruments playing through a phonograph in the distance.  Jams and jellies and tea and brandy all spread out on a dainty white cloth perfect for a long summer afternoon idly passing the time (painting: lovelovedoublelove)

Outfit: A dusky peach and tan dress ideal for strolling the decks of the Titanic or the gardens of Windsor and an ornate wide-brimmed hat to hide my blushing cheeks (dress: Coral Vintage)

Conversation: The emergence of Art Nouveau in Paris, tennis and yachting in the summer Olympic Games of 1908, and Albert Einstein’s radical theorems and erratic dress (poster: Alfons Mucha, Olympics photo: British Olympic Association)

Music: Vaughan Williams’ Fantasia on a Theme consisting of nothing but gorgeously intertwining strings and a viola solo (painting: Ira Jean Belmont)

Next week, I plan on stepping though the secret door of an underground speakeasy in a dropwaist dress and a bob.

Until then,




  1. What a fun idea! I look forward to the entire series.

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