I spent this morning searching for the perfect t-shirt (a task which seems never-ending), and ended up ogling some very luscious corsets.
The corsets in questions were hung up on one wall like works of art, and they really were things of beauty. I'd mistaken them for bustiers, but what differentiates the former from the latter is the presence (or absence) of those suspender clips - you know, the things that keep your stockings up.
I loved, loved, loved the Edwardian Lily Langtry model, but it's the punky feel of the Highland Queen one that tempts me to sell a family heirloom to get one for myself.
The boy reacted positively to the picture I showed him. But then I haven't told him how much these handmade lovelies cost...
6 comments:
Ohhh...I want a corset too. I'm just not really sure where I'd wear it though
Oh boy do I miss dating.
I wonder if dating misses me?
mtnw: cocktail parties rather than sit-down dinners, because in a corset you have to "perch" or remain standing. I'm thinking for looking for a cheap version first off, and see how I go with it. I may well find that asthma and corsets are a foolhardy combination...
nigel: dating? we don't do that in NZ. People here just fall over each other in the pub and take it from there...
Just remember to put the suspenders through your undies if you want to go to the loo without taking the whole thing off
They don't show them like that in the photos or in film. Makes me laugh
And as for the asthma, that's why delicate Victorian ladies swooned every time you or I would just draw breath
Which pub?
cathi: if I were to wear one, it'd be as outerwear and not with suspenders. So no toileting worries there.
nigel: ha ha! any pub'll do as long as it's in the Antipodes. They'll love your accent :-)
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