Khandie’s Kholumn Part Six: Khandie on Khorsets
For some women it’s shoes, for others it’s handbags – for me it’s corsets. Corsets, corsets and more corsets!
Now I am not talking some flimsy boned piece of cotton contraption bought from some dodgy lingerie shop. I am talking full steel boning, as tight lacing as possible and, if I can afford it, custom made. The best I can afford darling (I can hear the bank Manager wincing already). Once you have had a custom made corset, it is near impossible to want any other. I blame you Lacing Lilith for that! (I love you!)
I have a few of these lovely, crafted, curvy, enhancing creations. But like an addict I need more and just cant get enough. My thirst for more has never diminished, and even though the credit crunch is hanging over us I could not stop myself adding two more this month to my collection. Sod it – so I don’t get the car serviced this month, and the new microwave – who cares right?!
“I am not talking some flimsy boned piece of cotton contraption bought from some dodgy lingerie shop. I am talking full steel boning, as tight lacing as possible and, if I can afford it, custom made.”
Ok, so my priorities should be re-evaluated, but I can’t help myself. Is there a corset rehab programme? Perhaps I should contact the celeb favourite The Priory and find out! ‘Hello my name is Khandie, and I am addicted to…corsets!’ Nah doesn’t seem to be that severe – what with all the celebrity burn out sufferers and the sex addicts. (Now, now Khandie! Let’s not be mean!)
It gripes me no end though when I see people attempting to sell poorly made corsets with crappy boning and poor fabric. I was at a recent trade show and came across some that were, at best, basques, but swayed mainly towards the more rubbish end of the corset scale. The fabric made my skin crawl – scratchy and full of imperfections, the flimsy fastening clearly not fitted. So why was it that the boutique was full of costumers? Could it be that the credit crunch has taken hold of us all and we are sacrificing quality goods in order to save money? But don’t you see – the logic is not right here girls?!
You spend £20 or so on a piece of tat masquerading as a corset, wear it a few times before the material tears, the bones start poking out; and before you know it, you don’t have a corset. So you go buy another one…and another one… Before you know it, you have spent more money on tatty ones than it would cost to buy a good solid decent corset. You see my dears, it doesn’t matter how long it takes for you to save for that special corset, because the moment you cinch yourself into it and feel the constriction, you realise that this is money so very well spent.
A good corset will see you through.
I have a second generation Velda Lauder corset that was passed to me from my mother, and it as perfect as the day she bought it.
A good corset doesn’t have to cost the earth but it does have to feel good!