For some reason (?) the subject of posture has been relevant here for several days.
It began when eldest son stood up straight as…and I went to hug him. My head fit perfectly under his armpit. Oooh.
Then I watched a yt video about fitting a Victorian dress toile and was told that all original Historical Garments have the shoulder seams so far back that they will now lie behind a modern shoulder. ‘Cos we are lazy slumps.
I listened to a Miss Marple (Agatha Christie) book and was told that Jane Marple spent her girl hood school years using a back board to straighten her posture.
I’ve studied the Alexander Technique which teaches us to imagine a thread coming out of the very centre of our cranium and pulling the neck up and the chin level. The shoulders then automatically fall into place. Well. They should. But we have had our skeletal nature disformed by modern gadgets.
A head weighs – urm – a lot. And today we are all slumped/hunched, head forward, eyes on a screen etc.
I’ve always suffered from bad headaches/migraines. As a teenager I was once laughed at for my straight posture. Look at any dancer. Straight and aligned.
Himself gives me unexpected shoulder massages most days. My language can get fruity because of the pain involved but…..they are very welcome. In a strange way (!)
Sewing is a posture crippler and I’m all too aware of the fake history about Richard the Third.