Glorious Girdles

Lots of things used to scare the willies out of me as a kid.
That's normal right?
But for some reason, the vestiges of womanhood were some of the scariest of all.
Such as huge, flacid, beige bras flapping menacingly on the clothes line alongside enormous granny knickers resembling chopping boards.
Or my nana posing for a photograph outside wearing a white all-in-one girdle.
Eeek to an eight-year-old!

This is the type of thing my Nana wore.
I thought it was a torture device. I mean really, why couldn't she wear Holly Hobbie undies like a normal person?
Since the passing of those frightening childhood memories, I've worn girdles as skirts.
I love the way they fit and the feel of the gentle pat-pat of the clips against my legs as I walk.

They're fun and a wee bit risque, which is actually rubbish when you consider how many women wear camisoles, bra and corset-style tops as outer wear.
You can just see the girdle's metal clips hanging below the jacket.

 During last weekend's vintage and designer pop-up market I fell in love with a navy, red and gold brocade jacket.

It seemed just the thing to go with my latest vintage girdle purchase from LaMeow Vintage's Etsy shop.

  I'm wearing the jacket with a 1960s beaded and sequinned wool top from a local flea market, Black Milk Liquids, F21 booties and thrifted Glomesh earrings.  And yes, I'm double bagging it again today.

 The headband was handmade by a really lovely girl at a suitcase rummage The Stylist and I spotted on Saturday.
We made a bee-line and bought a floral headband each.  I've worn mine everyday this week.

 The top's an orgy of beads!

 I love to do a bit of a shimmy in this top.  
How could you not shimmy with all those beads just hanging there?

 A close-up of the super-comfy girdle and leggings.

Two happy, purring cats:)).
I hope you're enjoying your week my lovelies.
Desiree xo