Black satin Femme Fatale Strapless corset

I’ve been coveting a corset for years but for some reason haven’t gone out of my way to acquire one.

I guess at first I didn’t know where to get one, and once I did, the whole goth and emo thing was all over the shop already. And the last thing I want is to find myself classified as one of either group. Or any other subculture screaming their little hearts out to be noticed amongst their army of cloned ‘individuality’. No thanks.

I’m just a big fan of spicing up my feminine flair with a tad of fetish items. I mean, a perfect hourglass figure, who wouldn’t want it?

During one of my recent lingerie binges, I was referred to Gallery Serpentine in Enmore. They specialise in goth wear and have a wide range of real boned corsets.

After trying a few different styles on, I chose Femme Fatale Strapless – the one with the most ’50s fetish pinup feel to it. It has a gorgeous sweetheart shaped neckline, lacing in both back and front (cleavage control ladies!) and takes about 5-6 inches off the waist. As a bonus this style is quite roomy in the bust area and can therefore accommodate my breasts.

I wanted mine made out of black satin and ordered an additional modesty panel* under the back lacing as I don’t find back cleavage overly attractive. They didn’t have any size 8s in stock, and since I wanted mine slightly modified, I had to order one in and wait 4 weeks for it.

To be completely honest, it really isn’t comfortable to wear. But breathing is well overrated, right?

Corset sketch

(* a modesty panel is a strip of fabric sitting under the lacing so that skin is not shown through)

I’m not a pants girl, nor am I a fashion victim. In fact, I’m just about as ridiculously 1950′s femme as they come: Dita Von Teese all the way, every day, please.

Whether it is the miserable weather, or a nasty ladder on the last pair of seamed stockings, the days when you just simply need pants do unfortunately exist.

The problem is that every time I wear pants, I feel like I’m about to go camping.

I want feminine curves and hourglass figures! These oh-so-trendy chicks in their skinny jeans and baggy t-shirts can have it. I don’t start my mornings with hot rollers and hairspray just to see the gorgeous hair dressed down in something as de-sexed as a that

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Just when I thought that I was bound to freeze myself with my beloved skirt collection, my darling colleague came to rescue and took me to the Bettina Liano store in Bondi Junction for some lunch time shopping.

The assistant dug up this gorgeous pair of high wasted ’50s style skinny jeans with a corset cut top. It was love at first sight!

Never before have I felt this sexy in a pair of pants.

Teamed up with a white blouse, red bag and luscious red pumps, its a certain success!

For some reason I have a magical talent for wearing out my shoes in record time. The comfortable* everyday office pumps seem to break a heel within the first year, if not already in the first 6 months.

I have come to the conclusion that I don’t want to spend too much money on the pair that I am likely to wear out in no time.

A decent office pair therefore translates to roughly $100. Would you agree?

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Mollini Mary Janes

Once again I am facing the the sad reality of losing my lovely black Mollini Mary Janes that have served me so well.

Enough heel to make them worth my while and always add that delightful naughty school girl edge to any outfit. I loved them with all my heart.

[Insert here uncontrollable sobbing]

I was trying to buy a new pair to replace them, but of course Mollini no longer have my size left in the entire country.

I should learn to buy two pairs of everything. Just in case I happen to REALLY like them.

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ZU Pacific

Last week I managed to find a new pair of office heels.

I don’t think I’ve ever managed to find anything I like at ZU, but this tan pair was just irresistibly cute.

The fact that they were on sale for $91 made them a bargain, and I just had to take them home.

Not quite as nice as my late black Mary Janes, but teamed up with a pair of white knee highs they’re sure to do the trick.

Now did I buy two pairs of them? Of course not. Now watch me regret in 6 months and counting down…

(* As comfortable as 4-5 inches can be that is.)

A 30 year old female. That’s me.

A designer with an affinity for all things beautiful and intoxicating. Oh yes.

A taste for the luxurious? I confess.

The aforementioned makes it all the more difficult to face reality.

I have come to realise that the years elevated by a gluttonous carefree pleasure of consumerist narcissism are running past me with roughly the same velocity as the cursed biological clock ticking in the back of my head.

Glinting in the horizon of the not so distant future is sensible budgeting towards sustainable financial life. Playing house is bound to take priority over impersonating Carrie eventually.

Gorgeous shoes, hot fashion items and luxurious cosmetics will all be a thing of the past sooner than I can spell Christian Louboutin.

It is therefore my contention, that I might as well enjoy it while I still can. Right?

And speaking of spelling: this gorgeous pair had my name all over them but they no longer have my size in stock. Heartbroken!