I HEART CORSETS
Okay, so, I don’t actually wear a corset, nor do I own one…yet. I have tried one on recently, and it was a revelation. Omg. Makes such a difference….it’s amazing.
My running buddy just got one. She raved about it. But, of course, since we snicker on the side, she had to admit this in a whisper. “I know it sounds weird (because society dictates so), but I got fitted for a corset…and it is amazing.”
What the? Who the? What-what? Why amazing? Because it’s waste-training. Because it makes your work dresses look very “Mad Men”. Because things get sucked in, pushed up, and you walk like Jessica Rabbit. And, so it is.
A week later, I’m invited to a hang out with a friend. She needs to stop off at the corset shop. Yes, the corset shop! The best custom-made corset shop in the city.
Frills. Lace. Coquettes. Stalkings. Bustiers. Corsets.
This world exists? Oh yes it does.
While my friend is fitting into her full-corset — all pink satin inlaid with black lace, I goof around and try on a black bustier…not the same. Not laced up. No boning, just mesh panels. It does its job — pushes things up, tightens the midriff, and gently shapes the waist.
Maybe I’ll just try on a real corset with real boning and laced up backside.
So I do.
Oh. My. Word.
The corset is a revelation! Pushes up. Pushes in. Small waste. Voluptuous. Not at all in a tacky way. This is true art — handcrafted stuff. Not cheap commercial throwaways.
You walk with a sway. Your back is straighter. Your shoulders thrown back. Chin held high. And all secret. Because it’s all hidden away under a pretty straight-laced (ha!) black work dress.
Damn. Corsets are real thing. A real ladylike thing. A real killer piece of wardrobe magic.
Get one now.