All trussed up

After tackling Davina's workout for Upper Body this morning and doing a lot of shouting at the TV ("bitch, bitch, bitch!!!"), L and I decided to go on a charity-shop crawl in search of belly-dancing bling. She got lots of goodies and I was tempted by these glam corsets; couldn't decide which to get so treated myself to both. If I don't use them as part of a dance outfit I can always team one up with my PVC trousers and thigh-high boots and wear them for a shopping trip to Liverpool - I'll fit right in if I also go for a fake tan, hair extensions, false eyelashes and acrylic nails with jewels on..... Well maybe not.