Corsets, feathers and bling: a kinky girl’s epiphany

I don’t know what happened first. The universe moves in mysterious ways, and spring does strange things to me. I think my husband came home with these:

Yay!

and then I staggered out of the chiro after a great massage and looked into the window of the jewelry store next door. This caught my eye:Steampunkish

I wanted it, but I quit accessorizing in culinary school. You don’t want your fancy watch gathering bread dough or your earring falling unnoticed into an 80-quart bowl of cake batter. Then I had the children and watches scratch nursing babies. And who the hell gave a crap about wearing earrings, lol? But I bought the watch, two pair of earrings, a turquoise ring and three jeweled hairclips:

Bling!

What the fuck?

I don’t accessorize! And I’m too old for bling!

AND THEN I watched a burlesque school documentary the other night called “A Wink and a Smile.” The narrator was smart as hell and looked like Katy Perry. (I was going to watch Burlesque with Cher and Christina Aguilera but my husband took way too long snuggling our son – can’t blame him – so I hooked up something free on NetFlix.) I was transfixed. I loved the jiggle and the tease but more than that I loved the students’ searching, their vulnerability and their epiphanies.

When one of them said (something along the lines of) I feel my image of myself limits what I can do, I thought –  holy shit! Me too! I fell in love with the Lady-like Pervert because the first blog of hers I read was about body image. This is my sister, I thought. I am not alone.

I’m almost 40. When can I rock jeweled hair clips? Red fishnet stockings? Feathers? A corset? Some emotional honesty? Where is my sexy? It can’t all go into my writing. Where is the verisimilitude? The authenticity? When will I be brave enough to claim my own sexy?

Now, my people. It’s mine. I may drive a mini van (yep). I’m a geek. I even consider myself shy because I prefer books to people (often, umm, always, but I like you guys.) I have small boobs. I’ve had three kids and I won’t embarrass them in public. I’ll save the corsets and feathers and fishnets for more appropriate venues (like the Passionate Ink party at RWA this summer!) but by gods, I wore my jeweled hair clips all day yesterday.

And then I took my sexy  shopping:

Wocka-wocka-bam-bam!

Mine, all mine! The jewelry, the corset and feathers, and the epiphany too.

Of course, you can get your own… 😉 😀

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8 comments

  1. Love, love, love the watch. I’m really short so I can’t wear the sexy stockings but I do know what you mean about body image and wearing certain items at different times of our lives….I’ve always been too concerned with what others might think and have held myself back…..*sigh*….glad you decided to claim your “sexy” back:)

    1. I think my wrist is too thin to wear my awesome watch. There. I said it. I’m wearing it anyway. I’ve *decided* no one but me thinks my wrist is too thin for the watch. No one but me and my self-image will notice. Or even care. Of course, they all might be thinking other negative things but (singing) I don’t care! At least, at this moment blog-buoyed and high on spring, I am *choosing* not to care. It feels good. I’m not hurting anyone with my ebullience and it makes me happy and productive. Thank you for commenting and for loving my watch too!

    1. We’ll get you one that displays your lack of lacking in the boobs department! And I have decided on my burlesque costume theme for the par-tay, so now I need to order some shoes. The girls at the porn shop are really gonna love me now…

  2. Oh how I DO love you – let me count the ways…
    1. Because you use words like verisimilitude. Not sure what it means but I KNOW it can’t be an insect like I would have guessed.
    2. Because your rocking the bling – which, for the record, we can never be to old for.
    3. Because you are the coolest geek I know.
    4. Because your adorable boobies looked fantastic in that corset.
    5. Because you showed us the corset.
    I could go on…
    xo

    1. Verisimilitude: the quality or state of appearing to be true
      I used to apologize for using big words, but I own my vocab geekiness now too!
      My boobies are adorable, aren’t they? LOL! In There’s No Place Like Home by Barbara Samuel, the main character blesses her headed-for-middle-age body in the shower. She cups her breasts and thanks them for what they have given her and her child. I love that scene. My poor lifelong maligned breasts nursed for three years all told. They are my heroes. I should treat them as such. (Off to buy better bras now!)
      And I love you too.

  3. Love it!! Right there with ya and I’m out shopping soon for mine too. I’m shall we say, voluptuously curvy 🙂 hope I can find something that looks half decent. Can you imagine all us confidently sexy women dressed in Burlesque at the Passionate Ink Party? Ah-mazing.

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