Friday, 21 August 2009

melayneseahawk: (wench)
Did wind up wearing a corset last night, and it was one of the boned, Renfaire jobbies, since the rest are either not real corsets and still need a bra, or I can't get into them by myself. I was able to find a shirt long enough to cover it, though I'm sure my silhouette looked kind of odd.

I was told "pictures, or else it didn't happen", so here we are. Apologies for the shitty quality; it's hard to take pictures of one's self in the mirror. (I didn't bother to flip them so they're not mirrored, but whatever.)



Normally I don't keep my boobs at this angle:


I didn't take a picture of the actual cleavage because it's kind of scary now.

The shirt, btw, is in the baseball jersey style, with the word "Ancients" on it. (Half a geek point if you get it.) Between the four layers of fabric of the corset, the thick cotton of the t-shirt, and the weather (muggy, 90s, I love DC), I was broiling.

My life is an R-rated sitcom. Or the lead-in on a porno. I don't know which is worse.