I’ve always thought that you’re either a robe person or you’re not, and I think it largely runs in families. I’ve never been someone who bothers with robes–or at least I wasn’t, until I became a pinup. Suddenly the concept of a robe had so many more possibilities than just those bulky, drab toweling robes that…I don’t know, people presumably put on after showering if they can’t be bothered to dry off immediately?
Now robes could be slinky little numbers thrown over silk slips in the morning while brushing out my pincurls and applying my vintage makeup. They could have billowing bishop sleeves, indescribably soft marabou trim, yards and yards of fabric that swish as you walk, recline, answer the phone to the latest in the long line of suitors desperate for your company. They could be decadent. Since I met with this robe revelation I’ve picked up several of those short slinky numbers perfect for getting ready in, but I’d yet to get my eager hands on any of those truly luxurious options. That is, until now. And my word, once you go Glamour Robe, there’s no going back.
House of Satin is a small British independent label with a long and storied history of making lingerie in the UK. In recent years they’ve become most known in our online vintage-style circles for their budget-friendly bras and girdles made from their vintage patterns. This year, however, House of Satin relaunched their brand with new lines, new fabrics and new price points, the latter of which seemed to displease some of the ladies who had come to rely on them as a cheap way to kit themselves out with their vintage under kit. Like the brand itself, the revamp comes with a story, one that stretches back into the roots of the mid-century that we love. So today, in the spirit of the new year, new iterations, new resolutions, I thought it was an apt time to share with you the history and passion of this British made brand.
In 1948, following World War II, this story begins not with lingerie, but with wedding gowns, when a determined young woman started up her own bridal wear business and shop in the heart of Derby. When the tailoring and altering were done, the left over fabrics from the luxurious gowns seemed too valuable and beautiful to waste, so she decided to use the off-cuts to make bras and garter belts. The undergarments were so popular that they formed the basis of the lingerie company that still exists today.
I’ve been meaning to write a longline/shapewear post for a while, but after recently sharing the below picture on Instagram, resulting in a flurry of comments asking what I was wearing (wink wink,) I knew it was time.
Wearing Dominque bra & Rago 821 Cincher, Details below
The struggle to find a vintage style longline bra or basque that works for you can be expensive, frustrating and time consuming. Continue reading →
I’m not a corset wearer in general and certainly not a waist-trainer or tight-lacer. For this reason I can’t claim this review will have all the particular informative depth of a person who has extensive experience in that area, but I can review this corset as a hourglass woman who carries her weight on her stomach, has recently gained enough weight that she feels shapewear in wiggles is a necessity for a better, smoother silhouette, and has tried a lot of different kinds of shapewear of varying degrees of comfort and control strength in an attempt to find the best option.
I probably own 15 corsets, some of them purely fashion corsets with shoddy, cheap plastic boning for costume and play, and some middle-ground quality corsets with full steel bones and decent cinching power. I’d been curious about this Orchard Corset CS-201 Mesh Waspie for quite a long time because I wanted to get a waspie corset that I hoped would give me a more pronounced waist in wiggle dresses without having to go the route of wearing a full corset or a longline underbust that would dig into me when I sat in it. Plus the fact that this corset is mesh made me sure it would be more comfortable in warmer weathers and stuffy rooms than layering a ‘proper’ corset underneath my clothing. Continue reading →