What a fascinating question - if I could live anywhere, in any time, what would I choose?.
It's actually a question I've given a fair amount of thought to over the years (I'm very good at escapist fantasies - they're much more fun than working). The trigger is often visual. I'll see a painting somewhere and dream of slipping right into the canvas. Sometimes it's a pastoral scene with a gently flowing brook, other times perhaps a masked ball with revelers in sumptuous costumes, the possibilities are endless. The costumes are key though - they MUST be as wonderful to wear as they are to look at. Above all they must not be too constricting - no tight necks or bodices. A girl's gotta breathe, and I have a real thing about anything touching my neck. I can't stand even the lightest touch, even a feather-weight necklace or a hairdresser's drape makes me feel as if I'm choking. The mere thought of a turtleneck leaves me gasping for breath..
I think Roman gowns would be wonderful to wear, they look utterly delightful, especially when paired with all those magnificent ringlets and braids (Rome, anyone?). Medieval gowns too, all flowy and romantic. I've been imagining what it would be like to live in medieval times ever since I first visited the Renaissance Festival as a child, a fantasy that was only strengthened by the summer I spent working a crafts booth at the fair. Of course knowing me if I was magically transported to the days of yore I'd probably find myself a pock-marked, lice-infested, plague-suffering peasant, or since I'm Jewish it's more probable that I'd find myself being run out of town during one of the all-too-frequent expulsions, but it's a lovely fantasy if you don't delve too closely..
Or the roaring twenties. Now that era seems like it must have been a fun one - flappers, jazz, boundaries and old world orders tumbling down, optimism and possibility around every corner... (Little did they know.)
Or perhaps the colonial United States, just before the war (no reason to sully my fantasy with murder and mayhem). For that one I've even already got the dress, handmade by my grandmother for the "bicentennial" birthday party I had in 1976 and complete with antique lace trim and a white lace bonnet. Of course I might have to alter it a bit, I was a lot smaller at age seven....
Now it's your turn. Where, and when, would you go if you could?