September 25, at Why 20 more minutes? I know that you have MORE kids, but you also have more time. That is a huge reason we homeschooled.
I I lived with my mother and grandparents and thus my first five years were very much dominated by my Mother and Granny. Granny was also a much less full-figured lady and I always enjoyed the feeling of putting my arms around her and wondering what it would be like to wear corsets like hers.
I can still remember the thrill of putting on those old corsets but also the sadness of finding that even laced tightly closed they were still too large for me.
I slept in those corsets nevertheless, under my pyjamas they felt quite good and although they were old, the boning was still quite stiff. The corsets were hidden and each night brought from their hiding place to be worn under my pyjamas.
This went on for several weeks until my mother discovered the hiding place. She had made me admit that I had been wearing the corsets at night and at bed time I was told in no uncertain manner that I was to keep them on that night too. This surprised me because I had expected that she would take the old corsets away from me but she seemed very sympathetic and in fact took my measurements, albeit, over the corsets.
Before she said "Goodnight," she told me not to bother hiding the corsets in the morning. When I got home from school the following day my mother was waiting for me, and she said that she had a surprise for me.
I was told to follow her to my bedroom and there spread out on my bed were a different pair of corsets, brassiere, pink directoire knickers and stockings. I looked in amazement and realised that these things were for me to wear, the corsets and brassiere were matching pink or tea-rose as it was always called in those days.
I was instructed to undress and put on my corsets which were already unlaced for me. The new plain cotton twill felt stiff, and as I held my hands against my tummy, I felt my mother start to draw in my laces. I had no idea what to expect but I still remember the thrilling sensation of my corsets tightening around me, squeezing me and holding me tight, and then I started to feel the stiffness of the steel bones making me straighten, as their effect became more forceful.
My mother laced me in quite tightly but she pointed out that there was still a two inch gap at the back and that it was her intention to reduce that during the imminent summer holiday.
I was shown how to put on my stockings and to make sure that the seems were straight, although she put them on for me. The brassiere was also fastened for me but I was told that I would be expected to master the back-fastening for myself.
I was then told to put my knickers on. Oh how difficult that was! I was now really wearing corsets for the first time and they were so stiff and tight. With some helpful tips from Mum I managed to get into my knickers and she then told me to put on my shirt and trousers.
Of course my trouser waist was now three or four inches too large but with the belt pulled in they stayed up alright. For some time I wished I could be released, I could hardly breathe and I was so hot but I got no sympathy. Of course, a few years later I realised that those first corsets were not that tight and not very stiff either, although to me they seemed so.And of course don’t forget my all-time favorite breakfast (seen in the first photo on this post); Greek yogurt, frozen blueberries, 1-scoop whey protein, stevia and unsweetened cocoa, plus some high-protein cereal like Kashi Go Lean.
Yummmm. I swear, it’s tasty.
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