Unmentionables

So, yesterday Beren and I took a little trip to St. Augustine for the express purpose of purchasing a new corset. For me, not Beren; yeah, he's a huge fan of Rocky Horror but not sure he could carry the look as well as Dr. Frankenfurter...



But, anyway, I digress...so we went to see our pirate friend, Tiger Lee, to actually exchange the corset I purchased last month. It seems that Tiger's wenches are not quite as adept at measuring because, as suspected, my corset was a full 4" too large! No worries, though, Tiger had me properly fitted and tightlaced within minutes, leaving me gasping for air yet feeling ever-so-special with my new hourglass figure! Sorry, I should have taken pictures but was too caught up in the moment and focused on simply breathing/walking/sitting/drinking through the streets of St. Augustine while being ogled by the tourists who had apparently never seen a woman wearing blue jeans & a corset! Here's a pic of my very corset from Tiger's website, though; you can just imagine my face on this wench's body. *wink*



Now, I've written briefly about corsets before but as time goes by I am thinking more & more seriously about getting a "real" one to be worn on a regular basis. I've done the research and know what I want, all I need now is to save up the money for a trip to Canada to be personally fitted at Lace Embrace. *swoon*



In the meantime, as I recently discussed with Ms. Bitchcakes, I am "practicing" by wearing some modern-day shapewear which really makes a difference in how clothes look and feel on me. My dresses fit more nicely, no lumps & bumps, and I just feel more "finished" and put-together. You know, women back in the 50's wore this stuff all the time and as much as I appreciate the feminist movement for some things, I also think we've lost some of our "ladylike" attributes and I'm sad for that.



Here in South Florida we are so casual, women don't even wear pantyhose anymore, ever, much less a slip or, according to my friends, even matching underwear/bras! It's a shame but I don't have to give in to the masses, I can wear whatever makes me feel pretty & feminine and that includes slips, stockings & garters, oh, my!

Right on Target!

Waking up in a luxurious hotel room on the beach is sooo much nicer when you don't have any guilt feelings about what you did the night before, don't you agree? *wink*

You see, I'm tagging along with Beren on his monthly business meeting, includes lovely accommodations and and dinner on his expense account. Nice, huh? Well, since he is not an ad exec from the 1960's ala Mad Men (don't I wish!) we have to wine & dine within reason so the choices are limited. Outback. Chili's. Ale House. You get the drift. He leaves it up to me so I did my homework ahead of time. Despite my knowledge that Outback is not exactly low-cal and the menu is laden with temptation, I chose it anyway. They have 2-for-1 cocktails, what can I say?!

So, armed with my Sparkpeople food journal, already logged, I went down under and prayed for strength to resist the bloomin' onion and sweet bread. I'm pleased as punch to report that I was Perfectly On Program, darlings! Not a bite of badness passed my lips! I was quite content with my 2 glasses of vino, grilled salmon & steamed veggies & tons & tons of aqua. It was a lovely meal, especially rounded out by a before-bed snack at the hotel room - a handful of cocoa-dusted almonds took care of my sweet tooth and allowed me to drift into dreamland, guilt free.

I'm a happy girl this morning and though I don't have a scale here to confirm, I do think my tummy might be just a tiny bit flatter!

Have a Beauty-Full Day,

Mad About Joan

Since discovering Mad Men (admittedly a bit late), I have been devouring the DVD's and immersing myself in the 1960's. Oh, how I love the fashion...swoon...and honey, don't we all wanna be Joan Holloway?! I'll take her curves any day! *wink*