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twirlgrrlOK, corset ordered! :-)
What? I don't seem like the corset type to you? Well, you're absolutely right, dear friend. Normally I wear comfy clothes, as pajama-like as is seemly for the occasion. But I am going to be in a wedding in a couple of weeks. The dress has cleavage, and is shirred and ruched and seamed almost to the waist, so I require a corset to shape my girlish figure into something a bit more, well, girlish. Ahem. Womanly.
It's the same corset I wore for my wedding, but in a bigger size. And pink this time. Why not? It's really a single-use corset, a cheap Frederick's of Hollywood deal (I know, I'm not the Frederick's of Hollywood type either! Ha ha ha!) but if it happens to peek out at the shoulder during the festivities, pink will set off the periwinkle dress better than would black or white.
This will likely be one of the very last weddings that I am in danger of being recruited as bridesmaid for. Of course I'm delighted to be one--that's not what I mean! This girl is one of my last unmarried contemporaries. I've actually known her since the sixth grade, and our parents went to college together, and our grandparents reportedly were missionaries together. Ah, the joys of an insular religion! :-) She's marrying a very funny, high-energy, intelligent guy who she met after posting a craigslist ad that I encouraged her to write, having met my husband in the same way.
A funny thought struck me the other day. I dated her brother for an extremely blissful year--a relationship into which we both, like fools, rushed, and which crashed and burned spectacularly when each of our Achilles heels were strummed at once. It was a Serious Relationship--honestly, it is my temperament to never have a non-serious one. And it took us something like ten years to be able to talk to each other like normal humans again, even though we'd known each other practically our whole lives. Anyway, of course he will be in this wedding. And the other day I suddenly thought, OH NO, she wouldn't have me walk in with HIM would she?!?!?!?! HORRORZ!!!
I mentioned it laughingly to her on the phone, and she acted as if she'd never thought of it. I don't know, perhaps she hadn't, but come on, the wedding is two weeks away! As we chatted, though, I started thinking, hey... he *IS* 6'6". That alone makes him the most attractive person to walk with, since I'm six feet tall myself on a good day. (The bride herself is 6'3"--I loved rooming with her in college, she made me feel petite!) Also, he did come to my wedding, dressed as a priest. He actually did joke around, you know, "Hey, I figured since the bride was taken, har har!" He is a cheeseball like that. Anyway, I decided in mid-sentence that it would actually be kindof fun to walk with him. Maybe. Or maybe weird. I don't know.
Her younger brother is also in the wedding, and is also massively tall. YAY!
I told her I would be up for whatever she had planned and I was sorry to have brought it up at all.
I'm such a dork.
OK, so just for fun, this is the bride's brother and me when we were first getting together in 1990. I had dyed my hair red temporarily and it was coming out. The second picture also includes the bride with her ex.
WE ARE SO VERY VERY HAPPY!!!!!!11111!!!11!!!!!
Anybody remember BOY of London?
Here is the ex at my wedding, in priestly garb. It's hard to see the white collar, but it's there. Oh, and as an added bonus, the man who's marrying my friend in a couple of weeks is the angel on the right. It was the first time I'd ever met him, and I was excited to know he could jump into the spirit of the event like that. (Our wedding theme was "festive" and it was up to the guests to interpret.)
What? I don't seem like the corset type to you? Well, you're absolutely right, dear friend. Normally I wear comfy clothes, as pajama-like as is seemly for the occasion. But I am going to be in a wedding in a couple of weeks. The dress has cleavage, and is shirred and ruched and seamed almost to the waist, so I require a corset to shape my girlish figure into something a bit more, well, girlish. Ahem. Womanly.
It's the same corset I wore for my wedding, but in a bigger size. And pink this time. Why not? It's really a single-use corset, a cheap Frederick's of Hollywood deal (I know, I'm not the Frederick's of Hollywood type either! Ha ha ha!) but if it happens to peek out at the shoulder during the festivities, pink will set off the periwinkle dress better than would black or white.
This will likely be one of the very last weddings that I am in danger of being recruited as bridesmaid for. Of course I'm delighted to be one--that's not what I mean! This girl is one of my last unmarried contemporaries. I've actually known her since the sixth grade, and our parents went to college together, and our grandparents reportedly were missionaries together. Ah, the joys of an insular religion! :-) She's marrying a very funny, high-energy, intelligent guy who she met after posting a craigslist ad that I encouraged her to write, having met my husband in the same way.
A funny thought struck me the other day. I dated her brother for an extremely blissful year--a relationship into which we both, like fools, rushed, and which crashed and burned spectacularly when each of our Achilles heels were strummed at once. It was a Serious Relationship--honestly, it is my temperament to never have a non-serious one. And it took us something like ten years to be able to talk to each other like normal humans again, even though we'd known each other practically our whole lives. Anyway, of course he will be in this wedding. And the other day I suddenly thought, OH NO, she wouldn't have me walk in with HIM would she?!?!?!?! HORRORZ!!!
I mentioned it laughingly to her on the phone, and she acted as if she'd never thought of it. I don't know, perhaps she hadn't, but come on, the wedding is two weeks away! As we chatted, though, I started thinking, hey... he *IS* 6'6". That alone makes him the most attractive person to walk with, since I'm six feet tall myself on a good day. (The bride herself is 6'3"--I loved rooming with her in college, she made me feel petite!) Also, he did come to my wedding, dressed as a priest. He actually did joke around, you know, "Hey, I figured since the bride was taken, har har!" He is a cheeseball like that. Anyway, I decided in mid-sentence that it would actually be kindof fun to walk with him. Maybe. Or maybe weird. I don't know.
Her younger brother is also in the wedding, and is also massively tall. YAY!
I told her I would be up for whatever she had planned and I was sorry to have brought it up at all.
I'm such a dork.
OK, so just for fun, this is the bride's brother and me when we were first getting together in 1990. I had dyed my hair red temporarily and it was coming out. The second picture also includes the bride with her ex.
WE ARE SO VERY VERY HAPPY!!!!!!11111!!!11!!!!!
Anybody remember BOY of London?
Here is the ex at my wedding, in priestly garb. It's hard to see the white collar, but it's there. Oh, and as an added bonus, the man who's marrying my friend in a couple of weeks is the angel on the right. It was the first time I'd ever met him, and I was excited to know he could jump into the spirit of the event like that. (Our wedding theme was "festive" and it was up to the guests to interpret.)
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Date: 2007-04-17 08:52 pm (UTC)I tried on my first corset ever last weekend. I don't know! Window-shopping with Paul in the city (fun!) and, well, things happen, you know?
The clerk is lacing up the back, and as she's doing so and the thing is getting cinched more and more tightly (*gasp*), she's chattering away merrily, exclaiming, "Wow! [tug] You're smaller than I thought! [TUG] Look at this! [YANK].
Cough cough. Or, wheeze wheeze.
Defintely an acquired taste.
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Date: 2007-04-18 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-18 03:23 pm (UTC)I can picture you in a corset...
Date: 2007-04-17 09:18 pm (UTC)Re: I can picture you in a corset...
Date: 2007-04-18 03:20 am (UTC)and lol at "as pajama-like as is seemly for the occasion." i don't think i plan to ever wear a pair of pants that aren't maternity or yoga pants. or both.
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Date: 2007-04-18 07:41 am (UTC)Re: I can picture you in a corset...
Date: 2007-04-18 07:40 am (UTC)http://www.flickr.com/photos/twirlgrrl/69313498/
I always wear tentlike tops, so all that exposure was a real stretch for me. I was smaller then than I am now, but I'll still squeeze up OK I bet.
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