We used to have corsetry with its compressed ending but not since the women's movement. Accounting for the demise of millinery is easy. Compared with Max Dupain's Sydney, our streets are peopled by the bareheaded. The proliferation of media-lifestyle shows dictates a need for the social markers furnished by the accoutrement of tablecloths and their collective noun. Confectioners of old had lolly shops, with big glass jars and a bell that rang as you entered and departed.
Hosiery is rare.
Pottery survives and connotes, now less rigidly, earnest, smock-clad ladies, wobbly bowls, spidery backyard sheds. Jewellery shows no signs of decline, unbeatable perhaps for its convenience as a displayer of conspicuous consumption. Mercery is a total dinosaur. The Macquarie says it is the stock of a mercer, one dealing in textiles, especially silk. Given these instances of specialisation, we cannot attribute our losses to modernism.