Inexplicably, I’ve resisted the televised version of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series of best-selling time-travel romance books. Certain members of my sewing circle go positively weak at the knees at any mention of our 18th century Scottish hero, Jamie Fraser.
I read the first book in the series a while back, and was a bit skeptical. We’d all love to touch a rock in the woods and be transported to an adventurous, sexy past, wouldn’t we? Life is not like that. Let’s be realists and watch The Crown and Victoria and rural clergymen solving murder mysteries, ok?
This weekend, awash in longing for EYF and tweeds and scones and whisky and porridge, I overcame my hesitation, dialed up a free trial subscription to Starz, and indulged in Season 1, Episode 1.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to hit play on Episode 2 as soon as I schedule this post.
Here’s a look at the costumes. From Episode 1, I can vouch for the beautiful clothes. Stained with mud, sweat and blood, but hawt as heck and reeking with historical accurate-ishness.