I saw this gorgeous window display in our local charity shop and it reminded me so much of my mother’s in the 1960s. Sorry about my ghastly reflection – I tried, but I couldn’t get better pictures.
You cannot see it in this photograph, but above the dressing table was a clothesline and on it were pinned vintage undergarments. A girdle with stocking clips, what my mother used to call her ‘step in’ (a bra and panty combination girdle), and a corset.
She died before I ever had a home of my own, and I sometimes wonder what she would think of the fact that I don’t wear support garments or have a dressing table with little doilies (she embroidered hers herself) or a mirror-and-brush set. I do, however, do the cleansing ritual that she taught me when I was 10.
