I have felt for a while that I havent been able to fully live the retro life without wearing the right Era specific underwear.
So imagine my delight when I found these at one of my local op shops.
A girdle.
A good old fashioned way to squeeze it all in.
I had anticipated that it would morph me into a size 6.
It didnt even shave 2 inches off my waist.
But in the spirit of the project I gave it its first outing. To my favourite bar Mighty Mighty, where I usually feel right at home.
Tonight however was not much fun.
My friend Rachel put it well when she said it felt as if we had stumbled into orientation week for Bachelor of arts students.
Everyone was 18.
Not only that but wearing variations of 1980’s fashions, poor babies, they werent around the first time to know how tragic it all was.
But there they were, trying to be ice cool and edgy.
Its very difficult to be edgy in a girdle.
And when you are in a girdle and twice everyone else’s age you just want to go home and get out of your girdle.
I made a depressing discovery..
The 2 inches off my waist just got shifted around and popped out the top, like a chest high muffin top.
So it was time to depart.
The best thing about a girdle?
The mindblowing relief you feel when you take it off.
Here is a photo of me with a skinny waist, as there has to be some incentive for getting me back into the thing.