Hello and nice to see you all again!
Yes. It’s me in the corset. I know some of you have wondered. Who else would I let wear my own vintage corset, other than me?
So here it is!!!
Absolutely beautiful garment for its age. Strong and still capable at nearly a century of age. The ladies of the time were certainly spoiled. The stitching, the attention to detail, the hand made lace!!!
As you can see I have replaced the shoestring lacing it came with. It is a polyester lacing bought from a fabric store in the city. It works for the purpose, but for final display, I shall replace it with something more authentic.
The waist measurement is 17″. I have not laced the corset completely down, as I am respectful of its age and don’t want to ruin it. Again, the ladies were spoiled in the sense that they were able to have such amazingly comfortable garments to wear. I am a different shape completely than the woman who wore this garment. I have a larger rib cage and smaller hips.
I am curious as to what the light and bendy substance is in the channels over the corset. It is not steel. I wonder if it might be bamboo. It is too flexible for bone. I will take it to the museum and see if they can’t give me a clue. I adore the bending of the steels at the sides of the corset that shape the hips perfectly. There is no space between my hip and the corset. It hugs well.
I really like the way the fabric is sewn to create strength and definition of the abdomen. It holds my stomach in flat, there is no bulging going on – which is one of the things that I find distasteful about tight lacing – “it’s gotta go somewhere!” and where it goes, looks unsatisfactory to me.
So now I own a true piece of corseting history. I would love more, obviously, but this is a wonderful addition to my vintage undergarment, glove and clothing collection. Please note, this is the only time I will be lacing the corset onto my body. I figured photographing it for posterities sake was a good course of action. Ya know? For the grandkids
I’ve been on holiday with my love and now it is over. We are both again separated now by 16,505km or for those who use the imperial system (America, I’m looking at you right now!) 10,256 miles. Ouch. So for my perfect love:
“…here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
…I carry your heart in my heart “