The Tailor of Gloucester (Beatrix Potter Originals)

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But upon the table—oh joy! the tailor gave a shout—there, where he had left plain cuttings of silk—there lay the most beautiful coat and embroidered satin waistcoat that ever were worn by a Mayor of Gloucester! Beatrix Potter was born to a wealthy family in London, England in 1866. Supposedly tutored (but largely ignored) by her governess, she had many long hours to spend alone with a growing menagerie of pets, which she taught herself to draw in startlingly accurate detail and proportion. Her innate intelligence and ability to observe and document minute details of nature should have given her a scientific career. But Victorian England didn't even think women should have "their own" money or property, much less a career in a "man's world." Other popular coins minted in 2018 include the Flopsy Bunny 50p (1.4 million mintage), the second Peter Rabbit 50p (1.4 million mintage) and the Mrs Tittlemouse 50p (1.7 million mintage), making the Tailor of Gloucester coin the most common by a considerable margin. Simpkin came away from the shop and went home considering in his mind. He found the poor old tailor without fever, sleeping peacefully. The Tailor of Gloucester 50p coin was released in 2018. The standard circulated edition has a mintage of 3.9 million. There were three other Beatrix Potter commemorative 50p coins minted that year, continuing a trend from the first set released in 2016.

From the tailor’s ship in Westgate came a glow of light; and when Simpkin crept up to peep in at the window it was full of candles. There was a snippeting of scissors, and snappeting of thread; and little mouse voices sang loudly and gaily: A poor, aged tailor in England in olden times, "when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta," has a major sewing project that could make him or break him: the mayor of Gloucester is getting married in four days, on Christmas, and the tailor has accepted the task of sewing "a coat of cherry-coloured corded silk embroidered with pansies and roses, and a cream coloured satin waistcoat—trimmed with gauze and green worsted chenille." (I love the clothing descriptions.) All the pieces of cloth have been cut out, and all the trimming ... except the tailor needs one more skein of cherry-coloured twisted silk. When the tailor woke up next day he was very surprised to find the silk thread he had asked his cat to buy sitting on his bed along with a sorry looking Simpkin. The poor old tailor was very ill with a fever, tossing and turning in his four-post bed; and still in his dreams he mumbled: “No more twist! No more twist!”The tailor, after discovering the finished garment, started to advertise his clothes as 'completed at night by the fairies'. On writing the story, Potter changed the fairies to mice and the tale of the tailor of Gloucester was born. This book is so so sooo long that it made me appreciate the conciseness of the others in the series. Nothing was really gained by having so many more words except that it takes longer to read. The whole thing is rendered a bit dull by the length. Helen Beatrix Potter was an English author, illustrator, mycologist, and conservationist who is best known for her children's books, which featured animal characters such as Peter Rabbit. we think it is by far the prettiest story connected with tailoring we have ever read, and as it is full of that spirit of Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men, we are not ashamed to confess that it brought the moisture to our eyes, as well as the smile to our face. It is got up in choicest style and illustrated by twenty-seven of the prettiest pictures it is possible to imagine. [10] Adaptations [ edit ] The tailor came out of his shop at dark. No one lived there at nights but little brown mice, and THEY ran in and out without any keys!

And then suddenly they all ran away together down the passage behind the wainscot, squeaking and calling to one another as they ran from house to house.The story goes that local tailor John Pritchard, whose shop was located at number 45 Westgate Street in the late 1880s, left an unfinished waistcoat in his shop one Saturday evening. The garment was discreetly finished by his apprentices who had opted to bunk down in the shop after a jolly session in a nearby pub rather than venturing home. They managed to finish all but one buttonhole before running out of thread, leaving a note for the tailor reading 'no more twist', which was the Victorian tailor's term for sewing thread. For behind the wooden wainscots of all the old houses in Gloucester, there are little mouse staircases and secret trap-doors; and the mice run from house to house through those long, narrow passages; they can run all over the town without going into the streets. Out popped mouse after mouse. ‘Oh dear, Simpkin won’t be very pleased I’ve freed them all,’ fretted the tailor.