Tuesday, March 4, 2008
"I dreamed I climbed a tree in my Maidenform bra" and other pretty strange 'foundation garment' ads dominated women's magazines from 1949 to 1969 which was when so many women burned the damn things. I love this description: "Features include "spoke-stitched cups for Cleopatra curves," "reinforced undercups for everlasting uplift," and "all-elastic band for freedom of fit." Now does that sound comfortable? When I was in highschool most of the girls wore heavy duty bras and girdles probably at the insistence of their mothers who were well aware of the chastity belt aspect. Watching them getting dressed after gym class was very amusing especially since several of them actually had to jump up and down to get squeezed back into girdles that were entirely made from rubber. yuck.
Here I am between story posts but what prompted the bra thing was an article I read today about women having their plastic surgeries undone. Courtney Love apparently wants her lips back. Posh Spice has had her breast implants removed and Cher is thinking about having her lower ribs replaced. Ah, America! Gotta love it. It made me think about having my wrinkles replaced but then again.. maybe I'll just keep the ones I have and try a little decorative rearrangement with colored bandaids if I want an upbeat look.
Just so you know, I was working on a new picture story last weekend but it was very dark and it turns out not all true or even mostly true memories lend themselves to odd little posts that will entertain my friends and guests. Some, like that one, just appear pointless and sad. Such is life. There is another underway and all being well, it will be here in a couple of days. Meanwhile, if you haven't already, go read Scarlet's "Hold on to the mamm'ries" story. It's wonderful.