Lingerie…where it all began…
She calls me from the dressing room and whispers into her cell phone… “you won’t believe what I am doing!!!” With her hand covering the mouth piece so that NO ONE hears her, in a fervent whisper she says, “I’m at Nordstrom in the lingerie department. I’m getting new bras!”
Earlier in the week, Gigs exposes her naked shoulder to display the almost invisible strap of her vintage slip, worn daily under her favorite dresses, revealing what is a “menagerie, sculpture, underpinning” protecting her alabaster white flesh from being chaffed by her daily costume. I gasped, as I put my hand over my mouth and squealed! Who knew this is what scarcely protected her from all evils of the world.
Over time numerous articles with lace, beads, sequins, netting, silk, cotton, shiny, soft, silky, have lovingly skimmed, contained, decorated, caressed, supported our bodies…an obsession that is fueled by tactile discovery, beauty and the continued desire to discover who we are . Black silk gets me every time!
You have such a way with words, Michelle. That is so pure and sensuous. I think I can see what you see.
OMG. Of course the silk is black!