I could totally rock wearing dresses like these every weekend or two for the next 15 years.
And would be more than thrilled to dress my adorable little girls in them!
(The one on the far left is an absolutely precious Kristina sized little one standing on a chair!)
And to teach them how to
Actually, I've never worn a corset, but trying to keep up with constantly expanding lopsided lactating boobies of doom and conventional milkable undergarments (read: cheap nursing bras) was a pretty uncomfortable experience in of itself (and a little embarrassing when getting measured and the Motherhood sales lady making pity clucking noises after declaring I'd been trying to fit 38E's into a 34C cup, which also shows that I'm a bit of moron for not being able to grasp that my previous stock was too small for the last month).
I mean, how much worse could a corset really be?
It's interesting how every time I think "how much worse could it be?" it suddenly gets much, much worse than I ever imagined possible. That was one of my main arguments why going from one child to two wouldn't be such a big deal. You should feel free to start laughing sadistically right now.
But I digress, for I wanted to ramble about my love for fancy dresses, not my boobies and questionable long term planning skills.
(I swear, if this is the post somebody chooses to repost all over the internets and it makes me blogger famous for my random bloggy ramblings about my boobies, I am going to... um.... well, first I'd be totally ecstatic about people reposting my bloggy ramblings regardless of what they are. But then I'd be cranky about it being for my boobies. And I'd probably write long and involved blog posts about how my boobies should not be making me blogger famous. Which would probably only serve to make me more blogger famous for my lactating skillz and boobie awesomeness. And then I'd want to kill something.)
((With my boobies.))
|Alexandra and Marty, circa 1880|
And we would totally rock the formalness of those bustles.
Granted, I'm also fully expecting a dashing pirate version of Johnny Depp to show up at any moment for when we faint from our inability to breathe, where we would then set forth on a grand high sailing adventure across the oceans and being seriously kick-ass with some fancy sword skills against undead zombie pirates, sea monsters, and corrupt politicians.
(Did you hear there's a new Pirates of the Caribbean movie coming out in May??)
I wonder how hard it would be to use a sword in one of those dresses.....