It's amazing what kind of attention you get when you tell people you own a corset.
Some just raise their eyebrows and say absolutely nothing.
Others ask what it looks like and where I bought it.
Some may even comment on it casually and hold it up. This someone may or may not have been a male coworker who shocked me to the core by doing this.
And then there's Amber, the girl who sits by me at work, who loudly proclaimed, "I am not surprised you own a corset. Anybody raise their hand if they're surprised that Lara owns a corset." She looked around the office. "See? No one is surprised."
I maintain that absolutely no one was listening to her. She, of course, maintains that we all secretly knew I was the corset-wearing type.
It's for Halloween, folks, I swear. I bought it for Halloween 5 years ago. And this will make the third Halloween I've used it. Not saying it hasn't seen a little recreation on the side...
At work, our Halloween theme is Wild West. (If you work with me but are not in my department, pretend I didn't just spill the beans.) I am dressing as a saloon girl floozy. Two weeks ago, I went to the costume shop to find all the pieces of my costume. I had the corset and I knew that would be an integral part of my floozy girl. But I wanted to find a ruffly skirt and a basic white shirt to go under the corset. The proprieter of the shop helped me find just what I was looking for. I explained my costume to her. Naturally*, she asked, "Do you need a corset?"
*I say naturally, because naturally she was trying to up the sale. I don't think it's natural to ask someone whether or not they own a corset in mere casual conversation.
I told her that I didn't need one, that I owned one that I would use.
She enthusiastically replied, "Good for you!"
It's been two weeks and I'm still not sure how to take that.
Halloween 2006: The corset in question. And yes, Amber, those are leather pants. Fake leather pants. And no, Amber, no one is surprised that I own fake leather pants. Or a pair of wings.