Saturday, August 30, 2008

Crinolins: The Great Divide

In the late 50s, crinolins had waned from their apex as a fashion accessory. For those unfamiliar, a crinolin was a stiff, scratchy petticoat that made your skirt or dress stand out like a ballerina's tutu.

Thankfully, crinolins and I passed, almost like ships in the night. They were on their way out just as I was on my way in. As you can see from the photo at left, I was probably all of a year old. But I could still stand, by gum, so I wore a dress and crunchy crinolins.



Here I am, still pre-kindergarten, in a dress that was probably hand-smocked by either my mother or grandmother. And I'm sure I'm wearing at least two crinolins. I often wore 3 or 4 or as many as I could find. I loved the way they looked - like a ballerina, but I hated the way they felt (scratchy!) and sounded (noisy!) so I was happy to give them up and switch to plain ol' petticoats.

It was my first experience with Ladies' Undergarments as torture devices... but it sure wasn't my last.

2 comments:

josh williams said...

I can honestly say I was not aware of this form of fashion, and I am grateful. I was born and raised as a guy. I promise I can to this day prove the fact by my lack of direction, style and grace.
I am proud to be me and am grateful that I can use my status as a guy to blame my blundering to my birthright as a male.
Us fellas are not stupid, we just are not...never mind.

La Cootina said...

Well, I'm sure I speak for half the planet when I say, "thanks for clearing that up."