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A Seamstress, A Soldier, and A Secret: Visiting a Historic Silk Mill in Macclesfield

When the Bluestocking Belles’ 2022 Desperate Daughters was published, it was missing a story by one of the strategic sisters. Readers noticed and expressed their concern about Lady Susana’s future. (Yes, she was named after me because I was the one who failed to write the story.) This situation made me very sad and last fall I finally wrote Susana’s story and we added it to the Belles’ original book. If you own it and haven’t read the story, you can go into your Kindle library and update it so that Susana’s story is included.  If you haven’t purchased that book yet, you can do so at any time and read all of the connected stories.

As of July 1, 2024, however, you can purchase A Seamstress, a Soldier, and a Secret separately from the original book, both digitally and in print.

A Seamstress, a Soldier, and a Secret

As a gifted seamstress, Lady Susana Bigglesworth contributes to her family’s livelihood by working as a modiste in a haberdashery shop in Leeds, far away enough from her home in Harrogate to prevent tongues from wagging about an earl’s daughter being “in trade.”

Blaise Arquette returns from nearly two decades of fighting the French to discover a pretty young lady seamstress working in his brother’s haberdashery shop. Perhaps it’s a good thing she’s leaving for Harrogate and a Season in York, because, sadly, he has nothing to offer her.

A Trip to Macclesfield to Visit The Silk Museum

The city of Macclesfield, Cheshire and the silk industry play an important part in Susana’s story, so when I was in the UK this past May, I paid them a visit. Fascinating!

History of the Silk Industry in Macclesfield

Macclesfield was once the world’s biggest producer of finished silk. A domestic button industry had been established in the town by the mid-16th century, although the first mention of silk buttons is not until 1649. In the mid-18th century, when metal buttons became fashionable, the silk-button industry transitioned to silk manufacture in mills. Macclesfield’s first silk mill was founded by Charles Roe in 1743 or 1744. The mills were initially powered by water, and later by steam. There were 71 silk mills operating in 1832, employing 10,000 people, but a crash occurred in 1851 and many mill-workers emigrated to the American silk town of Paterson, New Jersey. (Wikipedia)

Paradise Mill and the Silk Museum

The Museum was great, but the guided tour of Paradise Mill next door was the best part of the excursion. Our tour guide showed us through the factory, from the spinning and winding machines to the looms and the (surprisingly) automated jacquard machines. Not only does she operate the looms and other machines, but she is also painstakingly refitting the machines that are currently inoperable.

Winding machine

These are the cards punched with holes that automate the design process of the jacquard silk

Jacquard designs

The hole punching machine used to create the cards for making jacquard silk

“Macclesfield Silks”

So now I can visualize the silk mill owned by the fictional Thomas Pemberton in A Seamstress, a Soldier, and a Secret. I might have to write more stories about silk and seamstresses and soldiers. We’ll see!

Desperate Daughters gets another daughter

Susana Bigglesworth finally gets her Happy-Ever-After with Blaise Arquette

“So, tell me the reason for this meeting,” began Susana as they all gathered around the fire in the small drawing room. “Any suitors in tow? Anyone deathly ill? I did wonder about it, you know, when I received your letter, Patience.”

She had unpacked her satchel in Doro’s (who mostly resided at the Hampton Hotel in Harrogate where she worked) and Josefina’s room, had a bit of a wash, and snacked on a plate of bread and cheese and tea prepared by their housekeeper, the loyal Mrs. Crewe.

“Oh dear!” cried her stepmother. “I didn’t mean to worry you, Susana. I made sure to post your letter early, as you were so far away.”

“I suspected as much,” Susana said easily. “And it gave me time to make arrangements for my absence.” She pushed away a twinge of regret for those she left behind. One person in particular. Who would be leaving himself on the morrow.

“I’m glad you are doing so well there,” said her stepmother with a satisfied sigh. “But I could have given you a hint of this meeting’s purpose to prevent you from unnecessary worry.”

“We’ve had no hint either,” protested Josefina, who at nineteen filled the median position between the older and the younger sisters. The latter group echoed her objection. “Why all the secrecy?” “Are we getting a stepfather?” “Tell us now, Mother!”

“Now that’s a novelty,” commented Barbara, who predated Susana by two years. “We’ve had four stepmothers (some of us), but never even one stepfather. Do tell us, Stepmother Number Five.”

Patience rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly. I shan’t marry again. You girls are my family now, and I can’t conceive of any man taking on a woman with ten children.”

“You’re young yet, Patience. Same age as Doro and younger than Barbara, Susana, and me,” disputed Bess. “We shan’t be on your hands forever.”

“Certainly not.” “Of course not.” Her sisters echoed, followed by a silence characterized by the fidgeting of body parts, the biting of lips, the clasping of hands together, and the clearing of throats. Where are the suitors? There are no suitors. Susana thought the words were echoing through the minds of all present. No one wanted to say such a thing; they were managing to support themselves with the efforts of all who were capable, but it wasn’t suitable for a permanent situation. Susana, for one, wished to marry and have children of her own, and she was certain her other sisters did as well. But who wanted to marry penniless, essentially dowerless women, titled though they were?

“We shall see,” Patience hinted, deliberately raising her eyebrows. “I do have a lovely surprise for all of you, but you won’t persuade me to reveal it until tomorrow.”

Waves of moans and objections filled the room. “Why not?” “Tell us now, Mama.” “I won’t sleep a wink imagining what it might be.”

“Be it as it may, tomorrow, Twelfth Day, is the appointed time, and you will all be told in the morning. After breakfast.”

More groans and moans.

“Your sisters are exhausted, Dorothy from working at the hotel all day, and Susana from traveling from Leeds. We must all be refreshed and ready to take on a new and exciting challenge.”

Doro and Susana objected, but Patience was firm. “Tomorrow will be soon enough. However,” she said, turning to Susana, “we are all eager to hear about your experiences in Leeds. Your letters indicate that the dressmaking is going well, is that not right?”

Susana blushed. “Yes, it is, rather. I just completed a large project, an entire trousseau, which meant we had to start a waiting list for other customers.”

“Of course,” remarked Iris, loyally. “You make the best gowns anywhere.”

“No doubt about it,” added her twin Ivy, followed by a chorus of like sentiments around the room.

“A very useful skill indeed,” pondered their stepmother.

This story was written for the readers of the original version of Desperate Daughters who expressed concern over the absence of Susana’s story, since she played a key part in the other sisters’ stories.

Her story deserves to be told.

If you have yet to purchase Desperate Daughters, you can find it here:

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After January 1, 2024:

To update your Kindle book version, go to Manage Your Content and Devices. Search for Desperate Daughters. If available, select Update Available, then select Update.)

Susana Ellis is a retired teacher, part-time caregiver, sewist, cook, and fashion print collector. Lifelong reading and a fascination with history led her to writing historical romances. She is one of the original Bluestocking Belles and is a member of the Regency Fiction Writers and the Maumee Valley Romance Authors Inc.