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The article doesn’t even point out that corsets weren’t consistently part of the everyday dress during the Regency Era. I used to reenact at at an 1820's American frontier fort and none of the women wore corsets. The hardcore costumers often remarked how much more comfortable women’s clothes were during that period. A

Yep. As a confirmed addict of Prior Attire videos, I have to say that Izabela’s explanations and demonstrations with corsets have really been an education, and corsets were actually pretty great support garments when properly fitted!

I shared this too late for last year’s contest, so I’m trying again. This isn’t my own story. It’s my late grandmother’s tale, and I remember her telling it to me only once when I was a child.

I grew up in a very rural area, our house being one of the more remote in our little town. From the main road leading to actual cities, we were a few turns onto more secluded roads, eventually turning off onto a little dirt road weaving back into the forest that surrounded our house on three sides. Our nearest

About 11 years ago, myself, my husband and our one-year-old daughter moved into a house on a quiet cul-de-sac in a great neighbourhood. The house had been built in the 70’s and had not been updated, so inside it wasn’t overly attractive, but it was spacious with a nice little yard and it was affordable. Weird things

I see a few re-posts so I’m throwing my hat into the ring again.

My grandparents bought the house my mom grew up in sometime in the late 1950s. I don’t think it was built much earlier than that, but the previous owner was an elderly woman who died in the house. I don’t know anything else about her except for the fact that she loved the color red. The exterior of the house itself

Warning – Domestic Violence

As my parents gave me more freedom and independence so they could enjoy themselves as adults I was often left at home to do homework, talk on the phone, or as I was wont to do: listen to Van Halen. In the spring of 1980, at 13, we lived on the West Bank military base across the Mississippi river from New Orleans. My

Not supernatural, but scary (and true) as fuck. This has been on my mind after the stories of that young woman killed by someone who worked at her apartment complex.

This one is a bit grim, but it’s the very true story of the time I crossed paths with a murderer and his accomplice who were on the run.

2nd story. My maternal gran had a three storey house, which is let out as apartments. This is in the 1950s, Wales. She stopped when they had an incident where a young woman, about to go into the forces committed a crime. She had given birth to a child, probably stillborn, and his the body in a linen hamper. The body

Here he is. This was at the beginning--he hung out for another hour. 

Not sure if anyone will see this, but here’s something that happened to me about five months ago—two things, actually, separated by about three weeks. The first part is magical and strange, the second part is terrifying. I live in India and these two events took place during our second hard lockdown back in May. We

This happened 30 years ago. My dad and two friends were on a backpacking trip to a remote region of the Medicine Bow Wilderness. It was a quick, uneventful weekend trip, and the two friends actually left early Sunday morning to get home because they had to work the next day (it’s about a 2 hour hike in from the canyon

Quite a few years ago, I was in a very bad relationship with a guy who we will call B. He was all around wrong for me, but I was young and of course I thought I could change him. We had already been dating for a while when I began to suspect he was into some....bad endeavors. Anyway, the final straw came when I found

My childhood dog Heather had three litters, and we kept one from the final litter, Brenna. Mother and daughter. Heather and Brenna. Shelties. Absolutely the sweetest dogs on earth. Then mom passed away. I was gutted, obviously. Cancer. I had found the lumps on her and gave her a bit longer, but time waits for no one.

I like this story. Can you describe the area they lived in?

Over twenty years ago, my then-boyfriend and I booked a 3 week trip to South Africa. His childhood best friend was marrying a South African girl, and we would fly into Johannesburg to attend their wedding and then rent a car to travel around the country.

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.