Seven Things You Didn’t Know About Regency Lace by Collette Cameron Book Sale Too!

Collette Cameron here, and today I’m chatting about Regency lace, and I also have Triumph and Treasure on sale!



I admit I’m a frou frou person. I like lace, and jewelry, and just about anything girly. I’ve had to research lace several times for my historicals, so I thought I’d share some of the tidbits I’ve found.

Crocheted Doily-My Mother Makes These

1. Lace was one of the most smuggled items during the Regency Era.

2. The word lace is derived from Old French, laz.


Bobbin Lace

3. There are many different types of lace including crochetedbobbin, cut, and needlework.






4. Tatting is a type of lace-making that dates to the early 19th century, though needle tatting is known to have occurred as early as the 12th century.

Woman Making Lace


5. Handmade lace netting was extremely expensive, something around £70 per pound in the early 1800s. I did a quick conversion on the Internet, and the cost today would be around . . . brace yourself,  $8,595.02 per pound!!
6. Machine-made lace first appeared around 1760.

7.  Except for mourning lace which was black, lace was almost always white or off-white.

Lace was reused on several dresses due to the expense.
I have several tatted and crocheted lace pieces around my house, including a lovely lace choker crocheted by my great-grandmother. Still, as intricate as it is, I can’t help but marvel at the Regency gowns with netted lace over skirts and










In TRIUMPH AND TREASURE, Highland Heather Romancing a Scot series, my heroine finds herself in a bit of a predicament and she considers earning a living with her tatting skills.
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A myriad of women before her had borne a child outside of wedlock and still made something of their lives. She could too. But how?

There weren’t a great deal of alternatives for unmarried women without means. The respectable options included milliner, modiste, companion, or governess. The others, mistress, demimonde, or courtesan—whatever one wished to call them—all equated selling oneself.

That, she would never do.

Angelina could eliminate employment as a companion or governess. No one would hire her with a newborn babe. A trade of some sort, then. She possessed no real talent except sewing and tatting. She tapped her chin. Perhaps she could find a position as a seamstress or a lace maker with a reputable modiste. Or better yet, open a cozy establishment herself.

Another thought intruded, and she grimaced. Uncle Ambrose and Aunt Camille would object. They’d protest that gently-bred women didn’t smell of shop.

Setting the teacup aside, Angelina unfolded her legs from beneath her. Ah, that eased the tightness clenching her belly. She smoothed a hand over her stomach. When would she feel her child move within her?

She wasn’t quite done up. She did have the modest inheritance from Grandmother Tinsdale and the bag of coins Charles had left behind. Her wedding gift from him—the pearl pendant, bracelet, and drop earrings—in addition to her wedding ring, would each bring a tidy sum. She twisted the ring Uncle Ambrose insisted she still wear.

She was a fraud.

Angelina bore no qualms about selling the bitter reminder of Charles’s perfidy. Especially if it meant supporting the child he had gotten on her. She could claim a rather good eye for fashion, and for pleasure, had designed several of Mama’s and the twins’ dresses.

Sighing, she placed a hand atop her stomach again, rubbing away the familiar pressure that plagued her several times a day.

What’s to become of us, little one?


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All images except book cover are courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.


All images are courtesy of Wikimedia Common


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USA Today Bestselling Author, COLLETTE CAMERON pens Scottish and Regency historicals featuring rogues, rapscallions, rakes, and the intelligent, intrepid damsels who reform them. Blessed with three spectacular children, fantastic fans, and a compulsive, over-active, and witty Muse who won’t stop whispering new romantic romps in her ear, she still lives in Oregon with her husband and five mini-dachshunds, though she dreams of living in Scotland part-time. Admitting to a quirky sense of humor, Collette enjoys inspiring quotes, adores castles and anything cobalt blue, and is a self-confessed Cadbury chocoholic. You'll always find dogs, birds, occasionally naughty humor, and a dash of inspiration in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances.

2 Responses

  1. hillenbrandfamily

    This was really interesting, but it stops right after you mention your great-grandmother’s lace choker. I thought I had a glitch, but I think it’s on your end. Wow! It’s expensive! But I guess I can understand why, with the work, effort, & skill involved, l’d charge a pretty penny as well! Thanks for sharing!