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November 03, 2008
Don’t look so shocked. This is educational.
If you’ve never heard of Dita Von Teese, I’ll let Vogue Magazine make the introductions:
“The entrancing pocket Venus, Dita Von Teese, the queen of the burlesque revival, she of the Vargas Girl looks and the Gibson-girl figure conjures images of Gypsy Rose Lee, another legendary stripteaser known for dressing up beautifully as she was for undressing."
It seemed a natural she would get into the undergarment business.
Dita Von Teese's new line of lingerie with Wonderbra includes Multi-Teese, Spot-Teese and Satin-Teese, all inspired by lingerie from the '40s and '50s. In addition to cleavage-enhancing brassieres, some of Von Teese's panties and bras have been discreetly installed with quick-release magnetic clasps, enabling the wearer to ditch 'em in a jiffy.
"I love it when you can go about your daily business with the knowledge that you have a little secret of your own on underneath. Lingerie shouldn’t be something you just put on for your lover; you should do it for you. It's about embracing womanhood," Von Teese said in a statement.
And Dita will be more than happy to do some modeling for you herself if you pay her a little visit. But do come back.
Lingerie, for those that don’t know, (the average man) derives from the French word 'linge' for linen. While it applies in France to all undergarments for either sex, it was originally introduced into the English language as a euphemism for scandalous underclothing.
Dita would have loved the women of Crete, around 2000 B.C, who were definitely ahead of the curve. A tight whalebone corset accentuated the positive and breasts were bared.
In the medieval era, it was all about concealing that part of the anatomy and women would decorate their flattened chests with little bells. “Come and get it?”
The Renaissance brought a renewed focus on curves, but was accomplished at a suffocating cost. Many women actually passed out from the excessive constriction at the waist.
By the end of the 18th century, doctors, (the ones that had wives) finally got the message and were speaking out about the health hazards of corsets and the less-restrictive designs were introduced.
The brassiere, another French invention, is attributed to Herminie Cadolle in 1905, quickly followed by stockings, garters and more than a few men.
Lighter undergarments were the rule During World War I, and the flapper period silhouette was smooth and curve-free. In 1930s we discovered women had a figure again and the breast-enhancing bra, along with the girdle, was born.
All that progress went up in smoke with the women's liberation movement.
And now, what Frederick's of Hollywood and Victoria's Secret helped to start, Dita is adding to. Or, maybe I should say subtracting from.
I’m all for anything that makes women feel good about themselves. Being that it was predominately, men, in the first place, that subjected women to all sorts of confinement in the name of modesty.
In an age of transparency, any thoughts on the subject? Revealing or otherwise.
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House Guest said...
"bra sales began to sag"
Oh, dear.
Perhaps the "Owners Manual" could have a page or two (or three or four) of lingerie......I would enjoy reading the text that introduced the items.......just a thought.
My new picture is my version of Magritte's painting "Son of Man" (my old picture)........I prefer to keep my annonymity hence the apple (just like Magritte). I couldn't find a similar green apple so i used a red apple. Besides the applle's red reminds me of a certain Southern Belle......she has the most wonderful red lipstick........
And since yesterday's post was about hair cuts.....I have given a glimpse of my hair.......anymore and my identity will be revealed. The apple was quite tasty, too.
Corsets, if worn correctly, are comfortable and very good for your posture. I suggest an underbust corset if you are just starting out and want to avoid the "bullet bra" look. There is an excellent corset maker in SLC and she does custom pieces.
www.saltlaketightlacer.com
Just finished putting all my stuff in the car for the trip to Wendover and the ball tomorrow. See you all Tuesday night.
belleball said...
and who among us, having seen the real thing, could EVER forget the Cadillac Bumper Bra?
I saw a woman wearing one once - I was in the balcony and looking downward upon her, was at once concerned that she might inadvertently poke an eye out, should the onlooker be of shorter stature.
Have just finished moving daughter #3 to her new abode and among the items transported was a piece of the baleen of a whale from which she makes the "bones" for her handmade corsets that are part of an exotic collection of costumes.
I often wonder whether part of the obesity epidemic could be related to the abandonment of that former protector of chastity, the knee length panty girdle, circa 1968 -
Asking a man about women's undergarments is like asking a Frenchman about food, a Saudi about religion, or a New Yorker about New York... we could all expound for hours (or multi-volume encyclopedae) on the topic. Perhaps I am projecting (was that a Freudian slip?)
I think this topic is a deliberate attempt to divert attention from the elections... Mission Accomplished!
belleball said...
Doc - have they changed the selection of colors in Freudian slips this season? I was always partial to puce...
Freudian slip? I never saw one that wasn't at least a little bit Freudian.
I believe it was Roy Blount ( the funny one, not the elected one) who observed that, if men were in charge of these things, the front- closing bra would be called front-opening bra. I predict today's topic will produce an overflowing bounty of um, discussion.
LIke JP, one of my clearest memories of the arcana of feminine dress comes from dancing class ( Cf Owner's manual, the taffeta skirt). In my case, it was the not so long line girdle and the discernible roll of a fourth or fifth grader's tum over the top. I saw that girl about 35 years later and she had abandoned the girdle, but then, her circumference might have rendered its efforts futile.
Has anybody else noticed that, for some people, (women built like Keira Knightly, for instance) what makes them so attractive clothed tends to make them look a little bit wan when undressed. Given a choice, or forced to make one, I think people who are going to strive ought to strive to look their best for their sweeties, not for strangers and fashion designers.
I saw a bit of clever promotion the other day. A "Medical minute" feature on the news showed a doctor admitting that, yes, approximately 48% of the time, women who had liposuction to sculpt them below the waist noticed an increase of fatty tissue ABOVE the waist within the next six months. The doctor very slyly did not say " Pay for the reduction below, get a free enhancement above" but he came awfully close.
That BITCH stole my look! I hate her...
Um, just kidding. None of THOSE pics will be seen hereabouts, I'm afraid...
O,
Isn't that "knees together feet apart" look meant to convey vulnerability? Talk about deception!
Good morning, all! What an eye-opener we have today :)
Well, this certainly ought to take our minds off the election for a bit...
It appears to me that somehow, beauty and sexiness, of late, became equated with a sense of falseness. From Hollywood to top designer Fashion Houses, I cringe with the notion that there is a conspiracy afoot to make us feel unsexy by forcing upon us the need to measure up to chiefly unclothed, often botoxed and silicone-injected, bikini models. It can be a formidable challenge to savor and play up one's own assets, continually being measured against such images. So much of feeling desirable is really about attitude. You certainly don't need to be a size 00 plastic perfection to be a sexy woman. You have to be happy with who you are and revel in your own uniqueness. Looking your best and dressing well can reinforce in one's mind that your own body is special and deserves nice clothes; with that feminine je ne sais quoi. The garments you wear closest to your skin most definitely affect how you feel and I feel there's nothing wrong with laying a sexy foundation.
As for exact particulars about what I prefer to wear, underneath...well, all ladies know that sexy means leaving a little something to the imagination. Although, I must say I relished Dita's delicious statement: "I love it when you can go about your daily business with the knowledge that you have a little secret of your own on underneath." So, if we ever should meet, and you perceive a slightly wicked smile on my face, I allow you free reign to use your imagination.
Now, I wonder where the eye candy is for us girls? Why not change the game around a bit? Borrowing and editing freely, from a previously expressed sentiment: Perhaps the "Owners Manual" could also have a page or two (or three or four) of lingerie for men...I would enjoy reading the text that introduced the items...just a thought...If men look to lingerie for women to celebrate their bodies, why can't this also be true for themselves?
As a youth, I remember being told that the bra was invented by a German, Rudolf Titslinger.
What a very clever way to get us to all talk about our underpants. Am grinning. Very clever man.
Not a chance.
Boys.
I worked for Victoria's Secret for 3 years & ladies Please don't ask me I still have no idea how to properly figure out what size bra you need & guys NO I did not model any of it either.
There used to be this bar in town were the ladies would hang their bras on the moose head. We had out VS Christmas party there one year. We bet the owner that we could proper tell all the sizes of the bras hanging on the moose. Lets just say we had free beer at that Christmas party......
I will tell some of the trade secret about VS if your interested though, like how their brand of Nylons are actually Hanes....
I will maybe try somehting in Dita's line, I'm still a sucker for a pretty bra & to me she really is a very smart business women.
William-I have NO IDEA what you are talking about...
Ohhhh, the story that's percolating in my head for Near Miss Part 3.
I'll just say this: All ladies have it, but not all of us want to sell it. :P
DVT is just a klick above Frederick's, seems to me. I'll stick with my Felina, Olga, and Wacoal...
Election exhaustion! So ready for this nightmare to be over. Has anyone seen the 5 million $ VS bra? I want 2.
Ye women of Crete, I salute thee!
Over the years I've found that it's the woman who makes the lingerie and not the other way around. I have never been one drawn to lace and scalloped edges... but the woman underneath. Simplicity and grace. Passion and zeal. These make up an attractive mate.
Kudos JP on a fine post. Very revealing. :)
I will say this. Last year, a custom corset shop opened in my very yuppy, liberal town. It opened in a prime spot, right across from the Main Street Starbucks.
Red velvet curtains line the front window and Victorian era female garment 'forms' were donned with very pretty corsets. I was seriously dying to see how all the very vocal feminists in my town would react. Picketing, cross-burning, bra burning. Something. But nothing.
As a matter of fact, the shop is thriving. I often stand in front of the window, as I did this morning, waiting for my coffee to cool. There's an icy blue one trimmed with chocolate-colored ribbons that I love. I guess they run around 300 dollars.
Am tempted to say, whatever makes them feel 'comfortable,' but I have friend whose husband is wonderful and he buys her very modest, but pretty, nightgowns to 'encourage' her to try something other than sweatpants to bed. I also encourge her. But she'd 'comfortable' in her sweatpants.
I guess I'm agreeing with Dita. It shouldn't be about your man. Not because you don't care about him and his wants, but because it will be much sexier TO him, if you are doing it for yourself. Nothing sexier than a woman who FEELS sexy, whatever she's wearing.
Ultimately, men seem to get excited when clothes come off. Period. It's just must sexier when a woman appears to be unveiling something she thinks is worth seeing, rather than running for the light switch. If whale bones and lace make you feel that way, wear 'em. Even if there is not man in the picture. I don't even think this is a gender thing. Feeling attactive IS attractive.
I like cotton. It has to be pretty, and matchy-matchy. But no bells hanging from a line for me.
And that's all you're gettin'.
I'm with Kindlee, this was a nice distraction from the election jitters.
Was about to ask why they don't have lingerie for men, but then I remembered the 'Manzier' and the 'Bro.' Gotta love 'em.
My mother threw out the fools of the family. I'm just going to leave my shovel in the garage so I don't dig myself into a hole I that I can't gracefully get myself out of.
BTW, I wear boxers. Just thought I'd share.
Sweat pants are for exercising. Scrubs are for hospitals. Old tee shirts are for yard work or painting the guest room.
There's a time for silk and cotton batiste and nylons and lace. Doesn't matter if anyone else sees 'em. I know they're there, and that's what makes it good.
When we take off our clothes, we tend to see and obsess over our faults. Men see a nude woman. Big difference in perspective. I just learned to go with it. All about attitude, too.
Candlelight always helps.
Gia said...
Yes, this was a well designed distraction for tomorrow and I'm crossing VS off the list.
With all the possiblities, this has turned out to be a very sweet post. Inner beauty Vs. Western advertising, (Nature Vs Nurture). Contrary to what seems more likely, Maybe this body-confidence blossoms with age?
I think you have to feel pretty before you wear something pretty. Not versa visa.
Maybe those yuppy liberals buying corsets have the right idea.
Oh, I feel like such a fuddy duddy. The sexiest thing a woman can ever wear, no exceptions, no qualifications, is one of MY shirts. Preferably the old red flannel one that I've had since I was 16.
This might be an advanced variant of Narcissism. But I'll still take flannel over viscose.
Maybe I'm the only one, but I've always found women to be their sexiest when they're comfortble. I'm not talking the frightening thought of granny-undies, but just simple comfort.
Besides . . . what more for sexy attire does a woman need than a man's dress-shirt, semi buttoned? ;)
And I join Peter in the boxer camp, but I wear knit ones.
Lunch break. Went back to read Mr. Peterman's post.
Choked on my hot cider when I read this:
"All that progress went up in smoke with the women's liberation movement." (my emphasis)
Too funny. Very revealing, indeed.
PeterLake,
Thanks for sharing. You rock.
My turn. . .
Socks are knee-high and argyle. Navy, kelly green, and white. Oh, yeah, baby. By the end of the day, I'll have nice ribbed inmprints around my upper calves. Very sexy.
As Mr. Peterman has suggeAs Mr. Peterman has suggested in many of his descriptions of men's shirts, the fairer sex would look just as good, most probably better, if these shirts were to adorn them instead of us.
Cotton, cotton, and cotton. Why I do believe I cotton to cotton. Soft, breathable, scratch-free, pure cotton ... pima cotton, Egyptian cotton, 1500 thread count cotton, woven cotton . . . why if sheep could choose, they might even select cotton, at least in the summer time.
MissIve . . . knee highs are awesome on a lady. My Lauren loves them too.
Ok, back to cleaning the gutters and raking the leaves before the leaf sucker truck comes by today. Its 70 degrees in November . . . . . what a grand day to be outside.
And BTW, the broad in the photo at the top of the page doesn't hold a candle to all of the ladies of Peterman's "The EyE". I am one of the fortunate beholders ;)
House Guest said...
The online participation group that my host participates in, desperate for a topic in the absence of its moderator, (he's having his tonsils removed- and when's the last time you heard of that happening?) solicited suggestions.
In gentleman's personal wear (skivvies), the slot that provides a way in and then out, is know as the "intervention." The choices are: diagonal or vertical, both in either right or left hand, and horizontal which works the same for both hands.
In doing a spot of online shopping, I had come across pages and pages of briefs, boxers and boxer briefs curiously lacking any sort of intervention at all- nothing.
I submitted them to the group and they have been going strong for hours cycling through the the membership in order several times.
These are smart people capable of focussing in on issues like a laser and the consensus seems to be: "What the hell is going on here? This makes no sense!"
One guy found what he thought made even less sense in boxers with tiny buttons that needed to be dealt with. I agreed.
House Guest
A quick draw is as important for a man today as it was in the days of Wild Bill Hickock and Wyatt Earp. Whoever designed the button for boxers was not a coffee drinker
It has often been my experience that a man can work the tiniest button expeditiously, having the proper stimulation.
Before my wedding, I took my husband to V.S. to help me pick out 'the' outfit. I honestly knew very little about what guys liked. And now, after reading today, I see that it's pretty much like anything, up to personal taste.
So, not to give up too much detail, but let's just say I picked up something white. Fairly innocent. And the one he picked up was black and more reminiscent of the number in the pic at the top of the page.
And I got nervous.
Me: Really? On your wedding night?
Him: Hell yes.
Me: But why do ya wanna hang out with someone, on your wedding night, who looks like she's not only been around the block, but could drive it backward and blindfolded?
Him: Trust me.
I bought the white one. I'm always interested in that fine line between innocence and experience. Or maybe they want the innocent girl in the not-so-innocent outfit?
Hopefully 'completely confused' is sexy. Cuz I've got that one nailed.
I so badly want to contribute but I'm such a horny bastard that I don't think I could contribute to this discussion in a civil manner. Dita has me all in a titter. Whew (fanning self). The teasing. The titilation. The curves. And I love the gloves in the picture.
So I'm left to quote one of my favorite entertainers, Animal the Muppet: Woman! Woman! Woman! Ha ha ha ha ha.
Sigh. I'm ready to get home to my lady now.
Oh, and CoyoteMike?
Besides . . . what more for sexy attire does a woman need than a man's dress-shirt, semi buttoned? ;)
Preach it, brutha! I may have to make a request tonight now that image is stuck in my head.
In the immortal words of Lloyd Bridges from the movie Airplane, "I picked a bad day to quit smoking"
The fact that there is no such thing as perfection in a man or a woman is one of the sexiest aspects to be found in both. I have always said that the most important thing about a dream girl is that she IS a dream. That lack of reality makes the sexiest of dream girls still less appealing than the real flesh and spirit that I can hold close.
I have never been a particular fan of sexy lingerie. Pictures like the one at the top of this page are lovely but I tend to appreciate the artistry involved more than having any particular erotic reaction.
Then, I read Missive's description of her socks and I get weak in the knees. My dear, you got it backwards: "Or maybe they want the innocent girl in the not-so-innocent outfit?" Trust me, it's the other way around. Remember what Hitchcock said about the appeal of the very proper lady... until she gets to the bedroom.
DPR ~ kind of like Janet Leigh in Pyscho, White Bras & slip in the begining scene, after the affair she is wearing a black Bra & slip ~ is it significant? Of course it is & Hitchcock also knew...
I probably shouldn't share this but in my sales career in the moving industry I once (very legitimately) entered one of those monster closets that 8,500 square foot houses feature. (The kinds of closets that have love seats in them!) The husband was somewhat older than his very attractive and decidely young wife.
On the wall as I entered the closet was what I will delicately call 'a trophy case'. Under glass was the complete and very expensive white lace 'wedding night lingerie set': bra, panties, garters, etc, all carefully arranged to best display.
I wondered and still wonder about the negotiations that culminated in the display. I suspect it was her idea, and not his -- but who knows.
NEAR MISS part 3
Sarita waggled the phone at me with a wry look as I walked in, tossing scarf, silk raincoat, and my big Gladstone on the Le Corbusier. The half-bottle of Veuve called plaintively from the kitchen fridge.
"What NOW?" I asked, stamping a spectatored foot petulantly.
"It's Pascal. He needs to talk about your design. The customer wants more silk, more sweep-he says."
"Oh, he does, does he? I'll give him sweep. Hand me that phone."
I had just returned from an intense meeting with the Dassault representatives, my head was hurting from decoding rapid Apache French, and I was in no mood for difficult vendeurs. I slipped off my earring, took a deep breath, and addressed poor Pascal in dulcet tones.
"What can I do for you, Sugar?"
Ah! Mamzelle! This man, he loves your skirt, he loves all, but wants it to be bigger." (Don't all men? I thought to myself, but held my whisht.)
"All right, dear-I'll make it bigger for you-will that do? Anything else?"
"He wants to meet you. He say he likes to talk with you."
"Whatever in the world do you mean, dear man?"
"He say to me he knows you. Seeing you before. Europe. Remember?"
"Paz, I haven't a clue what you are babbling about. Could you be more specific please?" Somewhere in the back of my mind a memory, like a small furry thing, began to stir.
"Your picture in the magazine, ma chere. He say he has seen you before. He calls you Near Miss-what does it mean?"
"You're asking me? How would I know, Pascal Robert? Please come to the point." I glanced at the Gothic mantel clock and frowned a bit.
"I have to be at the paddock in an hour, as you well know, or Quarter Moon will be difficult. She needs to stretch her legs, and she'll take the huff if I'm late." I thought a moment. "Here, collect this fellow and bring him round if he wants to meet me. Does he ride?"
Silence. Rustling noises. The sound of my foot tapping.
"He is from Kentucky, Mamzelle..."
"Ah. Shouldn't be a problem, then. Bring him along, and don't dawdle. I know you and your Laphroaig fetish. Abientot."
"MAMZELLE, une autre..."
"What what what?"
Sound of a throat clearing..."He want to see your lingerie."
"I beg your pardon?"
"This is what he says to me. For a story he writes."
"You tell him that is very much out of the way, Pascal Robert Dufour. No one sees my knickers but You-Know-Who!"
I'm afraid I rather scorched the poor boy's lug with scorn. He was much abashed, for I had used three of his names, and he knew I was approaching bad form. The very idea! He'd some neck on him, this American! I began to sputter, then I had a flash.
"Paz? Here, you remember Miss T? She called last week? Give him her number, and that website, if he wants to look at undies. Must dash, or QM will be at me like Diomedes' mares. Bring the Kentuckian round if he calms himself. TA."
Sarita was in the galley kitchen, pouring a flute of bubbly and eyeing me with amusement. I glared at her in mock annoyance, then laughed and said "WHAT?"
She handed me a glass, raised hers to toast, and intoned "Here's to your new line of Victorian lingerie, Miss Hothead!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh merde!" Forgot about that, didn't I? Well, but what would a seller of coats and such want with a line of beribboned, neo-Victorian, sexy smallclothes? Hmmm, this could be interesting...
more on the honor rollThis was not a picture I could have, on my desktop, during work today!
Olivia, Love your new installment! Running through these posts I counted 2, 2 wearers of boxers, AH AH AH (thunder/lightening)...I also seem to recall a Seinfeld episode where Kramer switches from briefs, to boxers, to no underwear at all and declares "I'm out there, Jerry, and I'm lovin' every minute of it!"
PeterLake, Is that handsome little fellow you?
Gia said...
"Brevity is the soul of lingerie." As Dorothy Parker said. Which just proves she wasn't brilliant all the time.
Dutchman said...
I wear women's leggings under my clothes, but no lingerie.
Dennis Rodman
Olivia, Also, I have to tell you I very much agree with your view on sweatpants and lace...there's a time and place for everything. My husband doesn't really care what I wear, saying that even in a potato sack I'd still look good to him...so sweet. No chance of that though - potato sacks are much too scratchy!
commando, aka regimental.
What is worn under a kilt? Nothing, everything under the kilt is in woiking order.
Not for me. I like boxers and sometimes UK Gov't Issue boxer briefs, which are most assuredly only for right handers... I fell down once at a Tartan ball- what they did see wa s bad enough, no need to scare the livestock, too.
So many new avatars today!
DPR, Looking quite the gentleman...as if you just stepped out of Olivia's "Near Miss"
Agent666, Animal! Always loved his enthusiasm and brevity. Did you know he's been spotted speeding through red lights in Germany, in an Audi, registered in the UK? See:
http://www.toytowngermany.com/lofi/index.php/t112860.html
Here's my real issue with lingerie. It's not global, just personal.
I have a hard time keeping a straight face in any situation, let alone the bedroom. I love to laugh. It's the best foreplay for me.
So it's just difficult to don the above ensemble, walk to the foot of a bed with my best Blue Steel (as seen on Zoolander), and take myself that seriously. It's not because I don't respect myself or even like my body. I do. To both.
It's just that I find things most intimate when both people involved are able to laugh together, even at themselves.
So the whole very staunch, whip and lace thing is a bit hard to muster.
That's all. It's just not my thing.
I'm with the 'nothing but his t-shirt' gang. Much better.
Olivia,
Oh my! Between Missive's argyles and your spectators, I'm having heart palpitations. Come rescue me! (bring the shoes)
MissIve, Can't say I recall mentioning anything about "whip"...absolutely not my style! Wearing something that makes me feel more delicate and graceful and good about myself has nothing to do with domination.
Willie Trask, Shall I say 3, 3 wearers of boxers...not that anyone is keeping count.
Kindlee,
As long as confessions are being made, I'll come out of the boxer closet as well. And, for variety, I will add that I prefer my own little secret of Scottish tartan prints and other fun stuff to deviate away from plain ol' white.
Thank you for your earlier compliment. The picture is from the wedding day of a dear friend of mine. She had sung at my wedding so, when her time came, she asked me to sing the same song at hers.
DPR, How nice...may I ask what the song was? And, by the way, that makes 4, 4 wearers of boxers, AH AH AH...
MissIve, We all wear what makes us happy and comfortable. It's different for everyone. There's no right or wrong. Life would be so boring if we were all the same!
Although, so far, all the men are the same in their designated preference...
Robert, those specs are white with black cap toes and heels, 4-inchers too. Some of the most comfortable shoes I own, and they always get noticed.
For me, anything goes in the bedroom. So there. It's whatever we want to do that night-crosswords, read PG Wodehouse to each other, BOB and friends, candles and incense and chocolate syrup, or pingpong paddles and black lace (me) at 5 paces. And hell yes I laugh-if it's not fun, why do it? One of the Halloween Series pictures features my riding crop...
I used to buy my guy funny boxers-penguins, martini girls, dragons, little devils, cartoons. Lots of fun. Ooh, and the alligator, or Lovagator we called him. EEEK!
Kindlee, I got the tater sack compliment too-I think they want us in that cos we can't stand to wear it very long. Just a thought. And thanks for keeping Count! Ah ah ah...
Anybody see Siena Miller in Layer Cake?
As we hear so often, THAT'S what I'm talkin about.
BTW, many a comely lass has enhanced her look briefly by slipping on a pair of boxers, especially if she is not averse to slipping them back orf.
PeterLake, What a lovely compliment to all the ladies of Peterman's "The EyE". Thank you. I find the gentlemen, as well as all the ladies, to be quite superb.
Kindlee,
I just calls 'em as I sees 'em, and yous guys are the best.
Spinner said...
I'm baa-aack... And just to put some perspective on this topic, a word of caution from the older generation. I teach water therapy classes and one day we were "playing with balls" as the little old ladies like to call it with their eyebrows raised. These are rubber balls about 8-10 inches in diameter. After some arm exercises, using the water as resistance, I told them to place their ball just under their boobs and hug it. One woman asked if that meant putting it between their knees... So you see, a reminder that with time, all the lace and eyelets won't do nearly as much good as simply a good support mechanism. And at that stage, something too frilly looks rather out of place, especially in the locker room...
Frilly's only for the bedroom, in my opinion. I don't keep those on very long. Most of the prettiest bras just don't work under clothes.
I hope all my bench presses prolong pectoral tone. So far, so good!
For day and work wear, I have some sturdy, utilitarian, Agricultural Girl bras. You just can't wear 'em out! And eventually, the canvas, rivets, and D-rings conform a little to your shape, and the blood blisters go away. For lasting support and all around armor-plated protection, you can't go wrong with Agricultural Girl. Available in denim, Carhartt brown, and camo.
Coming in '09-the longline, Kevlar Lady Law. Don't leave home without it!
Okay, bed for me. I'm officially Off The Rails...
Hey Spinner, welcome back! I hope your time away was joyous and refreshing.
Olivia,
Some years ago, I shopped at a no longer extant store called Father & Son Shoes. They had a special 2 for 1 deal and I had always wanted a pair of specs. I solved my color dilemma that day by getting a pair of black and whites and a pair of brown and whites. The latter, I wore so often that I put holes in the soles. The B&Ws are still holding up.
Kindlee,
The song is entitled "With You" from the Broadway musical, Pippin, by Stephen Schwartz.
Much more of this topic, and I was going to rename my bookmark "The One Eyed Peterman".
Jonathan that is RUDE. You bad man...
You just wish you'd typed it sooner.
Well that's only appropriate two days after nachista was talking about eating octopus balls.
And which I genuinely thought they had!
DPR, Thank you. The daughter, of a friend, is getting married and has been looking for song ideas. I'll pass it on as a suggestion...the lyrics are beautiful.