Oh! Corsets! On this page, click on the cherry print on black: [link]
WANT!!!
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I think it was early season 3--Tommy has to go to the firehouse on Staten Island and gets replaced by Lee Tergesen(Who had plenty of OZ experience to fall back on in re chick attire.) He was the the Lance White of firefighting, but he couldn't survive that push-up bra. Though they thought about it, cause he cooks. Exactly...that's *so* Rescue Me. But I'm part Irish-American with a tortured soul and a psycho family so they're...whatever's Irish for mispocheh for me.
It was so fucking random, it was like being in a David Lynch movie.
Ok, now I'm seeing Dennis Hopper as ABG and that's scary.
You know, I still want a corset. I took my measurements the other night, after people kept asking me how much weight I'd lost and I'm 44-36-43. I would ROCK a corset!
But I'm part Irish-American with a tortured soul and a psycho family
Oh, I'm just Jewish. I guess that's pretty much wraps it up the same.
HA!
Ok, now I'm seeing Dennis Hopper as ABG and that's scary.
"DADDY'S HOME! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!!!"
You know, I still want a corset. I took my measurements the other night, after people kept asking me how much weight I'd lost and I'm 44-36-43. I would ROCK a corset!
YEAH, you would! I actually don't know my measurements right now, because I've lost close to 25 pounds since the end of November, through literally no effort of mine -- just a fucked up combo of stomach flu, cracked tooth, Wellbutrin, and physical therapy. I still eat like shit and, although I work out 3-4 times a week, "work out" = walk on treadmill for 30 minutes. So it's not exactly a high-intensity, feel-the-burn workout. And it's also not anything new, so I seriously doubt it's the exercise that led to the weight loss.
It was just a perfect storm of several outside factors.
And humm, corsets. I'll have to think about it, because being the person I am, first thing that comes to mind is "OK, but where would you wear it to...?".
I have a black corsetish tank-top (sort of...) which I'm fond of, but I guess it's not the same, at all.
"OK, but where would you wear it to...?".
Jilli wears them to work. A black corset over a white button-down shirt is pretty sedate, actually.
just a fucked up combo of stomach flu, cracked tooth, Wellbutrin, and physical therapy.
Surgery, depression and poverty, baby! I feel ya!
"OK, but where would you wear it to...?".
I know, I know! And I live alone, so to wear it out (and I'm kind of a slutty dresser, so I'd probably wear it to get coffee eventually!) I'd have to tie the string to a doorknob to tie it.
A corset over anything would not be appropriate for my work, I'm afraid. I work with teenagers, no way!
But for going out, yeah. I bought a really wide belt and I love the corsety effect it has.