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Missing the boned-silk cocoon
3/27/2006 3:24 am Last Read: |
I love corsets. Truly, deeply, passionately love the things. I love the fabrics, the sensation of lacing in tight. I love wearing them with all sorts of different outfits; gothic, saris, kimonos, jeans, whatever. I love tightlacing, and the feeling of having a permanent, silken, strong hug round the waist. Imagine my trepidation when I tried putting on my trusty underbust Edwardian corset - I haven't worn it for nearly a year - and discovered it's now way too big. I laced it down entirely and it slipped and slopped around until the laces were actually on my sides. That I lost that much weight is groovy, sure, but I'm now without a proper corset. My lovely mainstay of purple brocade has gone from a tightlacing corset down to a loosely fitting silk belt. I'm crushed, as I've not got the cash to get a proper, tightlacing replacement. Corsets are necessary to my wardrobe. Not only for their beauty and the lovely shape they give my form beneath clothing, but also for their support - I've a dodgy back, and as my recent regimen of dancing and allotment work has done my spine in, I could use a bit of support! I've got people to meet this summer thanks to Alt.com and I've no corset. No. Corset. I wish I could properly convey my sense of horror here. I can go out without makeup, without doing my nails (what's the point of doing nails considering I tend to garden?), without having my hair done in the latest style (as long as it's dyed in funky ways I'm happy). I haven't done a decent shop for clothing in years, so I just grin and try to bear the fact I don't have the latest swank goth styles because at least I had my corset to wear. But no corset? NO CORSET?! I feel stripped of something fundamental, some deep essence of my feminine self. I've literally been wracking my brains to try and figure out how to rectify matters - I'd make one myself if I hadn't given all my sewing items to someone who desperately needed to make clothes for herself and her children. I keep hoping £300 will appear out of the sky, but no such joy. I'm also strongly considering putting meeting ups on hold until I get at least some semblance of a wardrobe, if a corset won't happen any time soon. Yes, I'm a drama queen, but I do take a certain pride in my appearance and I refuse to look frumpy on a first meeting. Thus, I do pray, to the Goddess of All Things Undergarment; Smile Upon Me, Lady of Unmentionables, and Grant Me one of Thy Waistgarments of Silk and Iron, that I May Be Suitably Adorned with Thy Beautiful Favour. Grant Me Silk, and Laces, and a Six Inch Reduction at the Very Least. One Underbust. Perhaps an Overbust, or Something Strappy. I Will Not Complain If You Grant Me Two. Or Three. Your Ever-Loving Devotee OyaD Amen. |
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