Only because he speaks of the pompitus of love.
'Shindig'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Whee Woo...
(Or some kind of noise like that.)
The dress I want to wear to prom ($19.95 at H&M, embossed black material, spaghetti straps) still won't zip past my waist. Must live on broth and celery for next several weeks.
Also, I got a letter from Java today. Do we have people signed up to deal with:
- AV equipment for the hospitality suite?
- Amps etc.for the music?
- Picking the menu for Prom night?
- Arranging the bartender?
I can do the last two with thread input on the menu, if no one else has signed up.
won't zip past my waist.
Corset. It's the Buffista answer. IJS.
Corset. It's the Buffista answer. IJS.
Will a corset squish my upper back, though? I think broth and celery will have to be involved as well, alas. (Besides, the dress has boning in the bodice. Wearing a corset underneath might make me slightly immobilie.)
Weird. I was just looking at my last Halloween picture (strong evidence that my ancestors were as Dutch as Dutch can be) and considering the brown bodice (kinda corset-ish) for prom.
Will a corset squish my upper back, though?
Let's put it this way -- the more it squishes, the more you'll find the you have cleavage like you never dreamed dared dream of.
And, you know, the less oxygen.
So, your choice. I like a waist-cinchy but not overtight corset, meself.
Wearing a corset underneath
Don't most people wear them *over*?
Hmm. I have to get a waist cincher to wear under a bridesmaid's gown anyhow, since the one I have is annoying. Maybe with it, the dress will zip?
I can dream. (And experience all the fun of oxygen deprivation.)
Edit: Steph, yeah, over probably is the true Buffista way. Not sure how that would help me zip, though, unless the idea is to cover the un-fastened part.
Whee! Just finished booking my nights at the Tabard Inn and my return flight. (No, thank you, I won't be needing a hotel for my "stay" in Memphis.) I may have to amend my after dinner cocktails invitation to the hotel's lounge rather than my room, as the overriding priority of getting a claw-foot tub seems to have put us in a smaller room with an extra bed rather than couch, chairs, and coffee table (they put down that a larger room with one larger bed is preferred, but that may not be available). But hey, that way we have live jazz music in the background.