I bet that wasn't want you were expecting to see tonight. Let me just say now there will be some stream of consciousness kind of blogging right now so if you aren't prepared for some meandering tis best to click the x right now cause this whole post will probably be random as hell. I did take my nap, it was okay, woke up congested which I hate. Didn't make ice cream because mom and I started the nightly what do you want to eat dance and unlike normal it felt like a scene from Friday. We had one thing but not the other to make almost every dish we would have liked to eat. That prompted a store run and then someone (not me) didn't want to cook so a KFC run ensued as well. Anyhoo, I've been thinking of this post for the last few days. It was prompted from a tiny marathon of the Tudors. First let me say if Henry the VIII had really looked like Jonathan Rhys Meyers then I totally understand the fascination with him. Of course we know he did not and yes power is sexy and all that but Tudors Henry would have made me pant as well. A few weeks ago I also saw Anne of the 1000 Days I think it was called which solely focused on Anne Boelyn's pursuit by and then pursuit of Henry the VIII. By her count, of course hours before her death, she had hated, seduced, fell in love with and had been discarded by Henry in a mere 1000 days. That's not even four years but he abandoned one church, banished his first wife, created a new church all to marry Anne. Now it is widely shown on film that she really won him over by not giving in to his wandering eye and demanding more than fleeting status as a mistress. After all, at least one story has her sister doing the same thing and just ending up with a child that could never become king because he was illegitimate. And I have seen more than my share of men who are fascinated by being turned down and then pursue all the harder. I know you're wondering what this has to do with corsets but really the dresses depending on them. So snug while being ornate and huge usually left just enough cleavage on display (depending on the dress) to entice and made the waistline dainty enough to make men feel all manly when they embraced you. Now the fact that you NEEDED several people or some odd machinery to get yourself into a corset with a "good" fit means I probably would have hated them and I liked breathing but I love the look of them.
