cetaceous serpentine eco loungerie chemise

Cetaceous Serpentine Chemise is back!
This full length chemise is made from a reclaimed light gray or midnight black cotton/lycra knit.
A vintage pattern reproduction from the Edwardian era was slightly modernized yet continuing the drop waist design.
The 2 inch straps are constructed with the same material as your choice of color.
There are vintage cluny laces to encase the black drawstrings for right above bustline and thighline.

Sizes xs-xl
Please include your bust, underbust, chest circumference just above bustline, waist, and hip measurement in message to seller at checkout. This chemise is made to land approximately mid-calf length, a height measurement helps too.

It is helpful to add the requested measurements with each listing but if you do choose to only use a general measurement, below are Under The Root general measurements. If you need a bit of assistance then a breakdown for taking measurements is inside the policies section of our shop.
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XSmall
bust 32 waist 23 hip 32
Small
bust 34 waist 25 hip 35
Medium
bust 36 waist 28 hip 39
Large
bust 39 waist 31 hip 41
XLarge
bust 43 waist 35 hip 45

Hand wash with cool, delicate or line dry.
 
Cetaceous refers to any aquatic mammal. These beings seem to be elongated in the form with gravity and a watery group of seers. Serpentine describes the subtle temptation to winding or turning one way and another.
 
photographs taken by http://briheiphoto.tumblr.com
model Becca Fischer graces each image
 
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fairytale friday with the troll turned cat

Troll turning into a mountain

vintage animal photography found at Getty Images

The Troll turned Cat
About a quarter of a mile from Soroe lies Pedersborg, and a little farther on is the town of Lyng.  Just between these towns is a hill called Brondhoi (Spring-hill), said to be inhabited by the Troll people.
There goes a story that there was once among these Troll people of Brondhoi an old crossgrained curmudgeon of a Troll, whom the rest nicknamed Knurremurre (Rumble-grumble), because he was evermore the cause of noise and uproar within the hill.  This Knurremurre having discovered what he thought to be too great a degree of intimacy between his young wife and a young Troll of the society, took this in such ill part, that he vowed vengeance, swearing he would have the life of the young one.  The latter, accordingly, thought it would be his best course to be off out of the hill till better times; so, turning himself into a noble tortoise shell tomcat, he one fine morning quitted his old residence, and journeyed down to the neighbouring town of Lyng, where he established himself in the house of an honest poorman named Plat.
Here he lived for a long time comfortable and easy, with nothing to annoy him, and was as happy as any tomcat or Troll crossed in love well could be.  He got every day plenty of milk and good groute to eat, and lay the whole day long at his ease in a warm armchair behind the stove.
Plat happened one evening to come home rather late, and as he entered the room the cat was sitting in his usual place, scraping meal-groute out of a pot, and licking the pot itself carefully.  "Harkye, dame," said Plat, as he came in at the door, "till I tell you what happened to me on the road.  Just as I was coming past Brondhoi, there came out a Troll, and he called out to me, and said,
"Harkye Plat,
Tell your cat,
That Knurremurre is dead."
The moment the cat heard these words, he tumbled the pot down on the floor, sprang out of the chair, and stood up on his hind-legs.  Then, as he hurried out of the door, he cried out with exultation, "What! is Knurremurre dead?  Then I may go home as fast as I please."  And so saying he scampered off to the hill, to the amazement of honest Plat; and it is likely lost no time in making his advances to the young widow.

black cat at the feet of a woman

scene from The Empty Boy illustrated by John Bauer

conjuring a lookbook for aw2013

The most recent project has offered up such brilliance in imagery for the upcoming aw2013 lookbook for Under The Root.

photographs taken by Libby Loo Photography
hair and makeup design by Megan Thompson of Mild or Wild
spirits of Faust..
Paris Irene Cannon, Taryn Jansen, Morgan Jansen

video for curtsies and conspiracies

The official music video for New York Times bestselling author Gail Carriger's steampunk book series, Finishing School. "Curtsies and Conspiracies (book 2)" and "Etiquette and Espionage (book 1)" are now available at your favorite bookstore.

LYRICS:

While at Bunson and Lacroix's Polytech for boys
They emphasize the joys of deadly little toys,

At Mademoiselle Geraldine's School for proper young killing machines
The curriculum on the whole
Is certainly more droll

But all the things that go on,
She'd hate to know, hate to know
All the things that go on...

And if you find you're irritable Uptop in the dirigible
Down below, the Sooties know a thing or two you mightn't
On Mademoiselle Geraldine's, nothing's really what it seems
But the curriculum, you will find, may give you some excitement

But all the things that go on,
She'd hate to know, hate to know
But all the things that go on,
She'd hate to know, hate to know
All the things that go on...

ABOUT THE BOOKS

Sophronia's first year at Mademoiselle Geraldine's Finishing Academy for Young Ladies of Quality has certainly been rousing!  For one thing, finishing school is training her to be a spy--won't Mumsy be surprised?  Furthermore, Sophronia got mixed up in an intrigue over a stolen device and had a cheese pie thrown at her in a most horrid display of poor manners.

Now, as she sneaks around the dirigible school, eavesdropping on the teachers' quarters and making clandestine climbs to the ship's boiler room, she learns that there may be more to a field trip to London than is apparent at first.  A conspiracy is afoot--one with dire implications for both supernaturals and humans.  Sophronia must rely on her training to discover who is behind the dangerous plot-and survive the London Season with a full dance card.

In this sequel to New York Times bestselling Etiquette and Espionage, class is back in session with more petticoats and poison, tea trays and treason.  Gail's distinctive voice, signature humor, and lush steampunk setting are sure to be the height of fashion this season.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
New York Times Bestselling author Gail Carriger writes to cope with being raised in obscurity by an expatriate Brit and an incurable curmudgeon.  She survived her early years by reading most of her local library and memorizing Greek battles.  Eventually, she escaped small town life and inadvertently acquired several degrees in Higher Learning.  In pursuit of further finishing, Ms. Carriger traveled the historic cities of Europe, subsisting entirely on biscuits secreted in her handbag.  She now resides in the Colonies, surrounded by fantastic shoes, where she insists on tea imported from London.

The Parasol Protectorate books are: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless and Timeless. Soulless won the ALA's Alex Award. Manga versions of the first two books release in 2012 (Soulless Vol. 1 and Vol. 2) and Soulless: The Manga, Vol. 3 is due out Nov. 19, 2013.  The first in her young adult Finishing School series, Etiquette and Espionage debuted at #9 on New York Times bestseller list.  The second in the series, Curtsies and Conspiracies is due out Nov. 2013.

http://LBTeens.com
http://www.finishingschoolbooks.com 

bogie book

the stars in the sky

The Stars In The Sky adapted by Ethel Johnston Phelps in her book The Maid of the North

There once was a girl who wanted to touch the stars in the sky.
On clear nights, when she looked through her bedroom window, the stars twinkled and glittered in the velvet blackness of the sky above.  Sometimes the stars seemed like diamonds, sometimes like tears, and sometimes like merry eyes.
One summer evening the lass set off to seek the stars.  She walked and walked until she came to the dark, satiny surface of a millpond.
"Good evening," said she.  "I'm seeking the stars in the sky.  Can you help me?"
"They're right here," murmured the pond.  "They shine so brightly on my face that I can't sleep nights.  Jump in, lass.  See if you can catch one."
The lass jumped into the pond and swam all around it.  But never a star did she find.
She walked on across the fields until she came to a chattering brook.
"Good evening," said she.  "I'm off to find the stars in the sky.  Do you know how to reach them?"
"Yes, yes.  They're always dancing about on the stones and water here," chattered the brook.  "Come in and catch one if you can."

The lass waded in, but not a star could she find in the brook.
"I don't think the stars come down here at all!" she cried.
"Well, they look as if they're here," said the brook pertly.  "And isn't that the same thing?"
"Not the same thing at all," said the girl.
She walked on until she met a host of Little Folk dancing on the grass.  No taller than herself, they seemed very elegant in their clothes of green and gold.
"Good evening to you, Little Folk of the Hill," she called, taking care to be polite.  "I'm seeking the stars in the sky."
High, silvery voices rang out.  "The shine on the grass here at night.  Come dance with us if you want to find one."
The lass joined the round ring dance of the Little Folk and danced and danced.  But although the grass twinkled and gleamed beneath their fee, not a star did she find.
She left the dancers and sat down beyond the ring.  "I've searched and searched, but there are no stars down here," she cried.  "Can't you tell me how to reach the stars?"
The dancers simply laughed.  Then one of the company came over to her and said, "Since you're so set on it, I'll give you this advice.  If you won't go back, go forward.  Keep going forward; and mind you take the right road.  Ask Four-Feet to carry you to No-Feet-At-All.  Then tell No-Feet-At-All to carry you to the Stairs Without Steps.  If you can climb them."
"If I can, will I be up among the stars in the sky at last?" she asked.
"If you're not there, you'll be somewhere else," said the Little Man, and he ran back to join the dancers.
With a light heart, the lass stood up and went forward.  Just as she was beginning to doubt that she was on the right road, she came to a silver-gray horse beneath a rowan tree.
"Good evening," said the lass.  "I'm seeking the stars in the sky and my feet are weary.  Will you carry me along the way?"
"I know nothing about stars in the sky," said the horse, "I am here to do the bidding of the Little Folk only."
"I've just been dancing with them, and I was told to ask Four-Feet to carry me to No-Feet-At-All."
"In that case, climb on my back," said the horse.  "I am Four-Feet, and I will take you there."

They rode on and on until they left the woods behind and came to the edge of the land.  Before them on the water, a wide, gleaming path of silver ran straight out to sea.  And in the distance, a wonderful arch of brilliant colors rose from the water and went right up into the sky.
"I've brought you to the end of land," said the horse.  "That's as much as Four-Feet can do for you.  Climb down now; I must be off."
The lass slid from the horse and stood on the shore, looking about her.  A large fish swam in from the sea.
"Good evening, fish," she called.  "I'm looking for the stars in the sky.  Can you show me the way?"
"Not unless you bring the word of the Little Folk," said the fish.
"I can indeed," she answered.  "Four-Feet brought me here, and I was told No-Feet-At-All would carry me to the Stairs Without Steps."
"In that case," said the fish, "I will take you.  Sit on my back and hold tight."
Off he swam with the girl on his back, straight along the silver path toward the bright arch of many colors.  As they came to the foot of it, she saw the broad stairs of color rising steeply into the sky.  At the far end of it were the merry, glittering stars.
"Here you are," said the fish.  "These are the Stairs Without Steps.  They're not easy to climb.  Climb if you can, but mind you hold fast and don't fall!"

So she started off.  It was not easy at all to climb the bright-colored light.  She climbed on and on, and it seemed she moved very slowly.  Although she was high above the sea, the stars were still far away.
She was very weary but she thought, "I've come this far.  I won't give up now."
On and on she went.  The air grew colder, the light more brilliant, until at last she reached the top of the arch.  All about her the stars darted, raced, and spun in dazzling flashes of light.  Below her, stretching down into darkness, were the brilliant colors of the Stairs Without Steps.
She had reached the stars in the sky at last, and she stood transfixed with joy at the sheer wonder of it all.
After a time she became aware that the air was icy cold, and the hard, brilliant light of the spinning stars made her dizzy.  Shading her eyes with her hand, she tried to see the earth below, but all was in darkness.  No warm flicker of hearth or candlelight could be seen.
Then, in one last yearning effort, she stretched out her hand to touch a flashing star.  She reached farther, farther--until suddenly she lost her balance.  With a sigh--half of regret, half of contentment--she slid down, down, faster and faster into the darkness below, and all sense left her.
When she opened her eyes it was morning.  The sun shone warm and golden on her bed.
"I did reach the stars!" she thought with joy.  But in the safe stillness of her room she wondered, "Or did I dream it?"
Then she opened her tightly curled right hand, and on her palm lay a brilliant speck of stardust.

two above image credits:  vintage pegasus print and star illustration found at a wonderous shop online by missquitecontrary

bird on a wire eco lingerie

"Another source of fun is for the little peoples to tell
a circle of friends a tale which is made up.  The idea 
is to make it more and more improbable and wild.  
A sort of contest in the imaginary sets in, with perfectly 
hilarious results mixed with sudden moments of 
great gravity."

The most recent colors of undergear is bright and yet
earthly by means of the vibrant flowers.  The birds are
nostalgic in that once a time ago, there was a man.
This man had drawn birds on his sketchbook and 
decided to share them in our company.  He carefully
cut them out from the textured paper and pasted them
to the backdrop, mind you this was an urban alleyway.
We all admired his sense of beauty even if surrounded
by rocks, trash, and very tall buildings.
He handed us nature.
As time passes by, those birds had no idea they were to
return to my view.  So here, I will continue to share the
wildness in nature, from in the leaves to under the root.
Thank you, dearest man.  I love you eternal.