I am about to start corseting. This isn't a fetish for me-- I have a 28" waist and it is just too much. I decided to start corseting when I was looking for a $50 one (not knowing what they will cost-- haha) and a pretty, cheap confection at Fredericks of Hollywood had in it's description, "Not for tight lacing." Hmmm. I decided to look "tight lacing" up. Getting through the stories that are hopefully fiction-- eek-- I found a legitimate site called Romantasy. Ann, the lady who runs it, got into it because as I recall her telling me, she needed a medical corset and they were not very pretty and she went from there and has been in business for 18 years as of 3 January. (Happy Birthday, Ann! May God grant you many more years of success!)
As fate would have it, the corset that I am having her make me is white duck on one side and black duck on the other-- probably not unlike her first ones! It's a Bella made by Sharon of Altered Thyme. I will be getting it very soon.
Fortunately for me, Ann knows more than I do and has guided me from going over-the-top, " I want a mini skirt in denim!" to helping me realize that wanting to jump head first into this could ruin my chances of success with it. The Bella goes under my bust to right above my pelvic bone, shaping my abdomen or "tummy." I'll start out a few hours a day and work up. I won't wear it to school because I will be dancing and won't have time to remove it. It's expensive and I also don't want to lose it. This is how you get started! These are some of Ann's off the peg corsets. Very tempting for up the road!
My husband is cool about me waist training. The first thing he asked when I told him of it was, "What are your limits?" We looked at some women who have done this who are almost into self mutilation about it. I want to have a noticeable and slender waist, but I don't want to be freaky. 22", if I get back to that, is the limit. I am at 28" right now-- the result of 81+ months of pregnancies, 12 conceptions and nine births. (Three miscarriages.) I read of some women who tell their husbands when they lace them up in the morning that they won't unlace until their husbands unlace them at night. My husband said, "If I lace you up, how easily can you undo it if you can't breathe?" He remembers too well my pregnancies where I wasn't getting enough oxygen and doesn't find that romantic at all and he wants me to have air. Air!
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Lovely evening. . .
Tonight my eldest, who is a clattering of noises good and bad wherever she goes, bought her brothers sleds for their January birthdays. They went to the backyard where we have a small hill. The hill had very little snow as it is often wind-blown. The eldest eight kids were out there putting snow on the new sleds (the littler ones were scooping with their mittened hands!) and TeaCup was "supervising." I loved hearing them laugh and yell going down the hill. One of the sleds was a blow-up one that spins as you go down; TeaCup would not get off this sled. She looked like she was sitting in a hot tub. No one minded because she is little and they went down with her each time. It lasted about an hour until it ran into a plastic sled. We will take it back tomorrow because it shouldn't have done that so easily! The kids were out there howling at the moon. I hope the neighbors don't get worried. I bite.
Now they are loudly making hot chocolate and laughing. Tiger is wearing a t-shirt that says "WildCats" on it-- it's from a school in Arizona. The kids are teasing her that she likes High School Musical. Corbin Bleu who is the dreadlocked guy on there with a high pitched voice who plays basketball and is the most annoying, well, the kids have paired her up with him. Guy Smiley, who is almost ten, just said she should "make a baby with him!" He is laughing so hard and saying that "My nephew's first words will be [mocking CB] 'You wanna play the Wildcats? Are you maaan enough?'!" She just said that with them both being short it will be a munchkin baby.
And now they are singing Cecilia by Simon and Garfunkle but working her and Corbin into it. "Corbin get up and runs down the hall and he is in his underwear running with a basket ball. Oh T-Tiger, you're breaking his heart!" The lyrics get worse with words that sound like "fart" and armpit hair. I don't know if I have poets in there or what!
Will it be like this as they get older? I hope they always like each other like they do now.
Now they are loudly making hot chocolate and laughing. Tiger is wearing a t-shirt that says "WildCats" on it-- it's from a school in Arizona. The kids are teasing her that she likes High School Musical. Corbin Bleu who is the dreadlocked guy on there with a high pitched voice who plays basketball and is the most annoying, well, the kids have paired her up with him. Guy Smiley, who is almost ten, just said she should "make a baby with him!" He is laughing so hard and saying that "My nephew's first words will be [mocking CB] 'You wanna play the Wildcats? Are you maaan enough?'!" She just said that with them both being short it will be a munchkin baby.
And now they are singing Cecilia by Simon and Garfunkle but working her and Corbin into it. "Corbin get up and runs down the hall and he is in his underwear running with a basket ball. Oh T-Tiger, you're breaking his heart!" The lyrics get worse with words that sound like "fart" and armpit hair. I don't know if I have poets in there or what!
Will it be like this as they get older? I hope they always like each other like they do now.
Drunk on Fashion
I found out that the grand opening that I have been invited to is formal. With problems of weight gain that either have to do with my "female organs" or just not exercising, I do not fit into my clothes that are form fitting. Thus, I have nothing to wear. I also do not know if formal means black tie or pretty dresses and suits. It's easy to over dress where I live. In fact, an invitation can say "black tie" and your host and his closest pals may be in jeans and a jacket and a black tie. I went to a black tie affair glitzed out in a red flapper-style dress and rhinestones only to get teased by other adults over it who knew the hosts better and knew they'd not be in anything fancy. I looked better than anyone else and enjoyed myself anyway. (This isn't Palm Springs by any stretch of the imagination!)
I just found a site that sells ao dais-- these are the national dress for women in Vietnam. I am a red headed person of Irish extraction. I have ten Japanese jackets of different fabrics and styles and I love Asian fashion. In fact, I do a lot of Japanese and Chinese brush work. But these outfits-- they are conservative yet flowing. I can never do one justice like the stunning Vietnamese models do, but I will probably buy one of these for this event and buy a few more. These say, "I do not care that the event is formal, I am an artist and you can't tell if I dress like this or if I am dressing up." Where I live, you can go to a Broadway play and be standing next to people with snow gear on because they flew in from the bush to see the play.
Check a few of these out-- as soon as I get paid I will try to rush one of these up. I am so happy that I found this store!
This is the one I fell in love with on E-bay but it's a size four-- I am twice the size and a size eight! (Not bad by any means-- I am smaller than average but a size four is TINY.) This is by Cynthis Bui, a designer whose page is not up!
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These are not even my favorites-- I just like them all! Clothes like this move with a woman. They make us look ethereal.
I just found a site that sells ao dais-- these are the national dress for women in Vietnam. I am a red headed person of Irish extraction. I have ten Japanese jackets of different fabrics and styles and I love Asian fashion. In fact, I do a lot of Japanese and Chinese brush work. But these outfits-- they are conservative yet flowing. I can never do one justice like the stunning Vietnamese models do, but I will probably buy one of these for this event and buy a few more. These say, "I do not care that the event is formal, I am an artist and you can't tell if I dress like this or if I am dressing up." Where I live, you can go to a Broadway play and be standing next to people with snow gear on because they flew in from the bush to see the play.
Check a few of these out-- as soon as I get paid I will try to rush one of these up. I am so happy that I found this store!
This is the one I fell in love with on E-bay but it's a size four-- I am twice the size and a size eight! (Not bad by any means-- I am smaller than average but a size four is TINY.) This is by Cynthis Bui, a designer whose page is not up!
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These are not even my favorites-- I just like them all! Clothes like this move with a woman. They make us look ethereal.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Alcohol and Tea do not mix
Last night I had two White Russians around 4pm then a couple of sips of wine at midnight. I am not able to sleep. My husband is blissfully snoring and unaware of my discomfort. I'm tired but wired and I cannot make myself fall asleep. If I get up I will awaken everyone.
When I need to take a nap and TeaCup, Dash and Boom-Boom (usually one of the three) has to lay down with me because they are not listening to "play quietly so mama can rest" they will lay here and stretch and look at me. . . put one leg into the air and then another. Open my eyelids to tell me that they are ready to get up. . . the thought crosses my mind to do this to my husband but I won't. I envy his sleep in a good way! (I also want to keep my marriage intact.)
2007 was a great year. I look forward to it building up to a fantastic 2008. I'm really excited about what will be happening in the coming years. So often with having children you can forget about time flying. You see it, but it's all about you being pregnant or not pregnant and the house falling apart around you while you go from making sleek gourmet meals to attract your husband to making macaroni and cheese because you just don't have the time to do anything else. (Fortunately I encountered my blogging friends who inspire me with trips and events so I decided to make myself create again!)
Sunlight is coming back to my state and in a month I will feel it. In two months winter will be almost gone. In three-- I will be lamenting having no money for my yard! I will be excited as the birds come back, tell my husband how I wish I had time for falconry and we will take the kids on long walks in our area.
I may also get paid for teaching some art classes.
My dad died at the end of 06. I said I'd be a doctor and find a cause for cancer and we were looking at medical schools online in his last days. He just wanted me to get my degree. My dad drove me nuts with having horses that were too good for his children to ride. I realized that I wasn't sharing my art and in the last year I have let my own children use my expensive art supplies and I've bought them cheaper ones where I could. I learned from what I think were his mistakes.
I had wanted to learn Russian and do a lot of things that I am having to let go of, knowing that they may one day be great hobbies but for now there is no time.
My kids who once had special needs are taking off-- still a little slow, but they are growing faster. My kids without special needs are freaking brilliant.
My husband and I are getting closer. Relationships change with time. We are getting out of exhausted parents mode and having more fun with the kids as they get older. TeaCup is probably going to be a bit spoiled. She gives orders and has a way with pointing her index finger, turning her cute little hand down at the wrist and and closing her eyes as if to say, "I have spoken." Then she turns on a heel and walks away. I pick her up and give her kisses. Her little gesture may one day get annoying but for now I don't mind. I have a four year old who is destined to be either a lawyer or a philosopher. They are all fun. My 18 year old is making me understand why my parents were worn out from my older sisters by the time they got to me and I just hope I can hang in there!
When I need to take a nap and TeaCup, Dash and Boom-Boom (usually one of the three) has to lay down with me because they are not listening to "play quietly so mama can rest" they will lay here and stretch and look at me. . . put one leg into the air and then another. Open my eyelids to tell me that they are ready to get up. . . the thought crosses my mind to do this to my husband but I won't. I envy his sleep in a good way! (I also want to keep my marriage intact.)
2007 was a great year. I look forward to it building up to a fantastic 2008. I'm really excited about what will be happening in the coming years. So often with having children you can forget about time flying. You see it, but it's all about you being pregnant or not pregnant and the house falling apart around you while you go from making sleek gourmet meals to attract your husband to making macaroni and cheese because you just don't have the time to do anything else. (Fortunately I encountered my blogging friends who inspire me with trips and events so I decided to make myself create again!)
Sunlight is coming back to my state and in a month I will feel it. In two months winter will be almost gone. In three-- I will be lamenting having no money for my yard! I will be excited as the birds come back, tell my husband how I wish I had time for falconry and we will take the kids on long walks in our area.
I may also get paid for teaching some art classes.
My dad died at the end of 06. I said I'd be a doctor and find a cause for cancer and we were looking at medical schools online in his last days. He just wanted me to get my degree. My dad drove me nuts with having horses that were too good for his children to ride. I realized that I wasn't sharing my art and in the last year I have let my own children use my expensive art supplies and I've bought them cheaper ones where I could. I learned from what I think were his mistakes.
I had wanted to learn Russian and do a lot of things that I am having to let go of, knowing that they may one day be great hobbies but for now there is no time.
My kids who once had special needs are taking off-- still a little slow, but they are growing faster. My kids without special needs are freaking brilliant.
My husband and I are getting closer. Relationships change with time. We are getting out of exhausted parents mode and having more fun with the kids as they get older. TeaCup is probably going to be a bit spoiled. She gives orders and has a way with pointing her index finger, turning her cute little hand down at the wrist and and closing her eyes as if to say, "I have spoken." Then she turns on a heel and walks away. I pick her up and give her kisses. Her little gesture may one day get annoying but for now I don't mind. I have a four year old who is destined to be either a lawyer or a philosopher. They are all fun. My 18 year old is making me understand why my parents were worn out from my older sisters by the time they got to me and I just hope I can hang in there!
New Year
My husband and children and I just celebrated the new year. We ate and watched movies.
If I could do an ideal-in-my-mind New Year celebration, I would go out on a hike at 10 with the kids and husband and various friends, get to where I wanted to be at 11 and get a fire going then celebrate and hike back to my car by 2. It would be a nice hike, nothing strenuous and I would know the trail well. I would be able to wear a long, heavy skirt and long underwear and heavy boots. The weather would be cold but not worse than -10 and there would be no chill factor. That may one day happen for us.
Tonight was still good-- I fried chicken and made some great side dishes. We ate late and then had three cakes to choose from and everyone had slices of each. Tiger canceled at the last minute to do some stuff with her boyfriend and I was irritated but hey, we have enough food
for us for leftovers. Of course. . . she may show up with friends tomorrow so I need to brace myself!
If I could do an ideal-in-my-mind New Year celebration, I would go out on a hike at 10 with the kids and husband and various friends, get to where I wanted to be at 11 and get a fire going then celebrate and hike back to my car by 2. It would be a nice hike, nothing strenuous and I would know the trail well. I would be able to wear a long, heavy skirt and long underwear and heavy boots. The weather would be cold but not worse than -10 and there would be no chill factor. That may one day happen for us.
Tonight was still good-- I fried chicken and made some great side dishes. We ate late and then had three cakes to choose from and everyone had slices of each. Tiger canceled at the last minute to do some stuff with her boyfriend and I was irritated but hey, we have enough food
for us for leftovers. Of course. . . she may show up with friends tomorrow so I need to brace myself!
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