Readers, my foray into retro shapewear is being terminated until further notice. There's a reason women stopped wearing these undergarments: they suck! (Take everything I say with a grain of salt right now - indignity over a bad girdle situation has me quite out of my mind.)
As you know, I'd been having some misgivings already - I feared my longline bra was killing brain cells. But the last straw was yesterday. I wore my green pencil skirt to work with a black cardigan. I recently purchased thigh-high polka dot stockings, which I'm obsessed with. However, they need something to hold them up, and what better than my new Rago shapette girdle? I had high hopes for this little foundation garment. It looked fairly innocuous to me, not too heavy duty. I got dressed, took a quick look in the mirror (and was pleased with my firm tummy, to tell you the truth), and left for the office.
It all went downhill when I made a mid-morning trip to the ladies' room and discovered, upon viewing my ensemble in the full-length mirror, two rather unsightly bulges on top of my thighs. My flesh was being squeezed between my girdle and my stockings! The horror! Seriously, readers, it was bad. I made a beeline for the closest drugstore and bought some control top tights. (I should mention that one of my garters was digging sharply into the back of my leg the whole way, to add insult to injury - or should I say injury to insult? Hmm.) Back at the office, I changed into the tights and breathed a sigh of relief. Good lord, I was so much more comfortable! And I looked BETTER! Why had I been torturing myself?
Of course, the great irony was that meanwhile - on my very own blog - a fantastic discussion on body image and acceptance was taking place. And here I was, making myself crazy over a girdle of all things. It's clearly time to take a step back. From reading other vintage fashion blogs and the boards over at The Fedora Lounge, it seems a lot of women wear these foundation garments on a daily basis to complete their vintage looks. I admire their commitment, but I suppose it's not for me.
At least I can say I tried it. But I'll be going back to my old ways now - control top tights and Natori bras (I adore their bras). With a pair of Spanx thrown in here or there. (Yes, I know they're "flesh-colored passion-killers." I just don't think I care.)
Thank you for listening, readers.