New corset!

Today, I picked up my new corset.  My friend Dana made it for me, working on it on and off for the past 2 years as her health permitted.  It was *sooooo* worth the wait!

It is an American Revolution era corset, which means the boning ends at my waist, and has what would be on a building castleations around the hip, (which held underskirts tied to them back in the day, and pockets.)  I can bend at the waist, tie shoes and lug children with it.  (Mmm! Back support!)  The boning is actually cording, and it holds as well as my metal boned Renaissance corset does.

So, I went to another friend's house, modeling my new acquisition, and we went out to the local Hometown Buffet.

Overheard from an improbably blond older woman with a permanent sour mouth:  "If that woman is wearing that thing for portion control, it isn't working."  I thought this very funny, carrying my plate and my daughter's, too.

Around the end of my meal, a little girl around age five dressed up in a well-loved princess costume, with dozens of tattered ribbons and pink and purple layers was passing our table, waving a cupcake.  She was chattering away, "Momma, after I finish my cake, I can have ice cream, too!  Yay!  I can eat *both* cake and ice cream, I can eat both cake and ice cream, I can - hey, Momma, grown up girls can *too* dress up like princesses when they get big!"  We grinned at each other.  Her mom looked at me in surprise, and smiled.  "Well, I guess they do," she said.