Where’s my whalebone?
Jilli sent me this link (thank you!) as well as all I can say it, holy mother of God! (You know I’m gobsmacked when I start breaking out the Irish-Catholic imprecations.) This gown is on eBay for the next four days, however there’s no way I might get myself to a 25 inch waist (which is what this gown has) by then. I am seriously contemplating corsetry. (Where’s my whalebone?) This gown is absolutely worth random fainting spells.
I know that this gown was probably originally worn with a waist cincher, which could, maybe, possibly, take, what? two-three inches off your waist? Which leaves me with mumble-mumble to go. By Saturday. (Repeat after me: I won’t purchase clothes that don’t fit, I won’t purchase clothes that don’t fit, I won’t purchase clothes that don’t fit.)
But. Jeeeeee-sus. look at this thing! who knows, maybe it’s just me as well as Jilli who want to look like slutbomb girl-shaped vintage upholstered sofas, however hey, if that’s wrong, I don’t want to be right. I want to be W25!
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