Old fashioned undergarments

Honey_Bear

My mother wore playtex girdles until well into the 1970s and I now realise she also wore stockings and a skirt or dress every single day, whether she went out or not. For quite a few years of that time we lived in the tropics. It must have come as a huge relief when tights were invented and she could also wear trousers, which I can remember her starting to do in the very late '70s and early '80s when we had a farm and she found herself having to feed calves sometimes. (She'd been a soldier's wife until he retired and bought the farm.)

She never even mentioned the girdle or stocking thing to me and we never had a single discussion about underwear. (Un)Fortunately for me I went to boarding school where everything was obvious with 12 or 14 pre-pubescent and adolescent girls sharing a dormitory so not much went unremarked and discussed - with one notable exception.

Four weeks into my first term I had an exeat and while at home I came on for the first time. I had absolutely no idea what was happening never having heard any mention of periods (despite going to boarding school at 13) and thought I must be dying or very, very seriously ill. Fortunately I had to sense to tell my mother what had happened, although I now can't think why I thought she knew anything about anything, and she produced a pack of mouse hammocks. Why she hadn't prepared me prior to despatching me to the hated and unwanted hell of boarding school is beyond me.

Bras were never mentioned by my mother either, and the only reason I started wearing one was that someone I couldn't get away from at school told me I should be wearing one every time she saw me for weeks. In desperation I bought myself one to shut her up.

50 years later she turned up on F'book and sent me a friend request. Stupidly I accepted it and discovered she hadn't mellowed or changed at all, she was still the same opinionated bully that I remembered. I blocked her with the greatest of satisfaction.

Hard_Up_Hester

Sadly I can no longer wear my corsets, I had a black satin one and a red satin one, fully boned purchased from Axfords.

LameWolf

Honey_Bear wrote: »

Four weeks into my first term I had an exeat and while at home I came on for the first time. I had absolutely no idea what was happening never having heard any mention of periods (despite going to boarding school at 13) and thought I must be dying or very, very seriously ill. Fortunately I had to sense to tell my mother what had happened, although I now can't think why I thought she knew anything about anything, and she produced a pack of mouse hammocks. Why she hadn't prepared me prior to despatching me to the hated and unwanted hell of boarding school is beyond me.

Oh lawks, that resonates with me; I never went to boarding school (I actually wish I had done, it would have saved some traumatic experiences, but that's another tale) but my mother told me absolutely nowt, zip, nada. So when, at the age of 12, the inevitable happened, I was trying very hard not to panic, and wondering what on earth I could have done to have injured myself *there* without realising it. All my mother could do was yell at me for making a mess. :mad: