Isobel is one of those fascinating people who not only reminisces about their past experiences, but also writes about them. Born in 1938, Isobel grew up in the post-war years, and served for a while in a corset shop. Very kindly, she allowed us to reproduce some of her recollections so that we may all share her memories.  


Isobel's Recollections


Throughout my childhood and teenage years, my parents were stationed in East Africa, and as a consequence, in common with the children of most other European couples out there, I was sent back to go to boarding school. In my case I ended up at school in Scotland at age seven in 1945. Although the war was just about over, rationing remained, and clothes were in short supply. Consequently, anything nice you had to wear often depended on your family's pre-war circumstances and what they had stashed away before the outbreak of hostilities and the ensuing austerity measures. Mindful of the potential for both envy and argument that a few well-stocked wardrobes might engender amongst a group of young girls starved of pretty things, our school ensured a clothing equality by providing all with a uniform list according to their seniority. This set out not only exact quantities, but also a detailed description of each and every article of both outer and under-clothing that we were allowed to take with us to school. To make things easier for our often absent parents, most things on the list were supplied through the school shop or, alternatively, from a few local suppliers. This, of course, further ensured a rather drab and dour uniformity, which I believe, was probably their goal. Being a Scottish school which believed in the national virtue of thrift, and given that both money and precious coupons were in short supply, it was customary for all still serviceable clothing to be handed down from the older girls to younger ones, a fairly easy task to accomplish as we were kept in school uniform throughout the week and weekends, with the one personal dress we were allowed being set aside for special occasions and hence, in practice, rarely worn.


I started wearing a girdle, at around age 14, as a compulsory part of all the senior girls' school uniform. Prior to that, our black lisle uniform stockings, commonly worn by schoolgirls before cheap nylons became readily available, were kept up by means of suspenders attached to a front-buttoning liberty bodice, and I remember well how those hated garments were happily discarded in favour of the far less comfortable girdles and bras with which we were then issued. The school Matron, a formidable Scotswoman in her late 50's, whom even the school staff treated with a mixture of respect and fear, in common with many women of that generation who had been brought up wearing corsets, believed that for a girl to both acquire and retain a good figure and to learn to comport herself in a ladylike manner, it was essential that she be put into good, strong foundations as soon as she started to develop curves. Matron therefore treated the matter of choosing and having her girls fitted with appropriate garments as her personal mission, if not her sacred duty, and those few mothers who foolishly suggested that this might be left to them were dealt with in Matron’s inimitable fashion whereupon they never interfered again.


Unlike other elements of our school uniform, foundation garments were not supplied through the school shop. It was Matron's practice to arrange for a fitter from a corset shop in Glasgow, with whom the school had been doing business since the early 1900's, to visit biannually at the beginning of both the autumn and summer term. During the day or two she spent at the school, all the older girls were seen, fitted and wherever possible supplied with both bras and girdles from an extensive range of samples she brought with her in a small van. For those that needed alterations to a selected garment, or where she didn't have the size or style which had been chosen, these would be dispatched by post a few days after her return to Glasgow. To simplify and speed up the fitting process, choice was taken out of the hands of the wearer, all decisions being agreed between the fitter and Matron. Wherever possible, a garment from a previously chosen standard range, based on support provided, durability and ease of laundering, was picked; the only variables then being the size, width and length needed to suit the particular girl’s statistics. Throughout most of my senior school years for me this meant a short girdle and bra in a white cotton cloth, devoid of decoration, with strong elastic side panels and some light boning. Other girls, blighted with a heavier figure than I, faired less well, finding themselves in the deep, heavily boned models within the same range.


This all seems like an age ago now, and of course it was. In a different world with different values, I doubt whether any youngster today would put up with what we put up with then, although we really didn't complain much. Of course, back then women didn't expect to be at ease in their clothes, and we all wore girdles because one just did, society expected it of us and we wanted to look good. When I look around at some young people today, sometimes I think we did look better, but maybe that's just a function of my age. (I don’t think so, Isobel. Posture and grace are ageless, and many people today fail to understand that. So often I’ve observed the legions of today’s ‘nouveau riche’ in their so-called designer clothes, totally failing to hide their own lack of grace. I said to my husband “you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.” He nodded “You shouldn’t try to put a sow’s ear in a silk purse either” he replied! Ivy Leaf).


Upon leaving school in 1955, having no family home in Britain, I moved with a school friend to a market town in the northeast of England. Here we shared a house owned by her mother, a widow by name of Mrs. Rogers, who happened to be the proprietor of the largest specialist corsetry and lingerie shop in the town. It was soon suggested, that I could earn my keep by helping her out at the shop, to which, having nothing better to do, I agreed, intending to fill in for a month or two, and ending up staying for over six years until I married in 1963.


Mrs. Rogers, a women in her mid 50's, was an experienced corsetiere but very much of the old school, having worked in the industry since leaving school, at age 14, firstly at the Symington Corset Company in Leicestershire, and then later at a large Manchester corset maker and retailer where she was trained as a professional fitter. She employed three others to work alongside her in her business, two shop girls, Sandra, her daughter, myself, and Doris the seamstress, who worked in the backroom mending, altering and making up the occasional custom garment for customers.


Even by the standards of a North Yorkshire town in the 1950's the local residents, though quite prosperous, were by nature very conservative. Women, both old and young alike, tended to choose all undergarments first and foremost on the basis of what they were accustomed to wearing, and after that on fit, function, serviceability, and price, with attractiveness being of little or no importance to most. When it came to their foundation garments, many treated innovation, or indeed any change, with a deep sense of suspicion and there were ladies, and not only the older or larger ones, who, despite an ever widening choice of modern foundations based on elasticated yarns, insisted on sticking with the sort of corsetry that one might have imagined their mothers wearing forty years earlier.


To illustrate this, throughout my first few years working with Mrs. Rogers, for every three girdles or corselettes we sold, we would also sell at least one rigid-style lace up corset, not unusually fitted with a front busk and underbelt for further control. At first, surprised by a request for such a garment from a relatively young and not overweight customer, I would unwisely offer her a far more comfortable and modern alternative. However, after being told repeatedly that I was far too young and inexperienced to understand their needs, and then later admonished by Mrs. Rogers for trying to interfere with a customer's most reasonable, and incidentally often expensive, choice, I soon learnt to serve and comment only if asked. Sadly, the general unwillingness of our customers to try things new or be adventurous was reflected in the stock we held for sale, and consequently the many beautiful confections coming out of the French lingerie houses remained little more than pictures in our trade catalogues.

Alison has given us an account of the Spen-all corselette that she was required to wear when serving customers. Much like Alison's boss, Mrs. Rogers similarly dictated what foundation wear I would be obliged to wear whilst working in front of shop, believing that a salesgirl with a compact, moulded figure, upright posture and gracefully restrained movements would reflect favourably on her skills as a fitter as well as generally upon the benefits of good corsetry. Unfortunately for me, Mrs. Rogers chose my work wear foundations for visual effect with an emphasis on control and containment, and with little thought to my comfort. Being naturally petite, slim and small-breasted, I had always worn a short elastic-sided girdle and regular length bra. It was therefore with some dismay that I found myself being fitted from a selection of well-boned corselettes, and similarly constructed high-waisted, side-fastening girdles and padded, long-line brassieres, all of which left me compressed from bust to mid thigh beneath panels of powernet and stiffened, unyielding brocade or satin. At first, not even the unarguably excellent figure and wonderfully full bust I instantly seemed to possess compensated for the tightness and stiffness, which at best I found irksome and at worst downright painful especially after a long, busy, and hot day. For the first few months, I would rush home as soon as the shop closed to get out of my wretched armour cladding. However, as so many women discover, there is something addictive about a really firm girdle, and after a while I found myself missing the tightness, support and control at weekends, when my foundations would consist of little more than an elastic roll-on and short bra. Consequently, when my casual foundations needed replacement, I started to substitute them with things of ever increasing firmness and length, until my lingerie drawer boasted little at all in the way of light control garments.

As the trained professional, Mrs. Rogers took charge of all customer fittings, though as many of our clients already knew what they wanted, her role was often reduced to merely checking measurements and congratulating the customer on her most excellent choice. Of course, as most middle age or older women tended to squeeze themselves into the heavier, more complex and expensive garments, she had little financial incentive in steering a customer towards a lighter and cheaper substitute. At first, I mostly served behind the counter, selling lingerie, underwear, stockings and some foundations garments where no fitting was wanted. However, as I gained greater experience, I was increasingly asked to assist in the fitting room, especially with our younger clientele, who it was felt might better accept the opinion of someone closer to their own age, although in truth my instructions were to concur fully with everything Mrs. Rogers said. In particular, I often found myself helping when customers brought their daughters in for that, potentially troublesome, first fitting. Alison's recollection of an occasion when she was asked to make an especially firm control corselette for some young hoyden to curb her excessive boisterousness, reminded me of more than a few difficult first fittings.




By the 1950's, tight-lacing was thankfully a practice long gone. Nevertheless, the Victorian principle "if you want your daughter to grow up demure and obedient lace her tight,” still influenced some mothers. These ladies genuinely believed that the physical moderation imposed by firm foundations, helped transform a young girl into a young lady, and as a consequence, more than a few ended up in foundations not dissimilar to those Mrs. Rogers had chosen for me. However, I remember a dozen infamous occasions when some grandmother or elderly maiden aunt was left to make the choice, when I’d end up helping to fit a tearful teenager into a lace up corset at the insistence of her elders, mindful of her own youthful experiences half a century earlier. Not surprisingly, I was often faced with a fractious teenager most unhappy with what she was expected to wear, and it was left to me to persuade her that the offending garments were precisely what she needed to improve, but above all, preserve her figure, and though they might seem uncomfortable this would pass as she grew accustomed to them. Usually a little coaxing and flattery, combined with the girl's natural vanity, and her fear of incurring the displeasure of her elders was sufficient to turn her voiced objections, if not to enthusiasm, at least to a sullen resignation.


It should be remembered that most women in the 1950's wore girdles and bras which would be considered very firm by today's standards, as a result of which, from an early age, we grew so accustomed to the many inconveniences and discomforts imposed upon us by our foundations, that we were often unaware of them. Of course, a long and firm open girdle restricts one's stride, makes running nigh on impossible, and sitting less than comfortable, however, those tight skirts which went in and out of fashion did very much the same. What I do recollect, however, was the way in which the vivid red marks left imprinted upon my body by the boning of my work foundations remained there for hours after the offending garments had been removed.


Much has been said about the discomforts and even health risks associated with girdle wearing back in the 50's and 60's, some of which may be true though I believe greatly exaggerated. The anti-girdle lobby has even politicised the garment as symbolic of the repression of women. It is my belief that everything has to be taken in the context of the time. I remember only too well that even in the 1950's we felt liberated when we compared themselves to our mothers. Even in the small matter of girdles, although I accept we had to wear them, they were advertised as ‘light, flexible and cool', and they often were when compared with the previous generation of foundation garments. What brought this home to me was one particularly hot, busy day in the shop. I made some slight complaint to my boss about my girdle, that was by late afternoon ‘killing me’. Far from being sympathetic she recounted that aged 17, working as an apprentice corsetiere, she would assist at the corsetry counter of a small department store. Whether serving customers or working behind the scenes, she was required to look ‘smart and trim’, which meant not only being corseted but tightly so. This rule applied not only to those working in the corsetry department, but to all the shop girls employed in the store. Furthermore, supervisors could and did send girls home if they were thought to be insufficiently ‘trim’ with the threat of instant dismissal for a repeated offence. Harsh you may think, but according to my boss they too thought themselves fortunate and liberated by their modern ‘scientifically designed’ corsets which, which when compared with what their mothers had had to wear, were both ‘healthy’ and capable of being laced tightly with ‘absolute comfort’!


We did have and serve a number of gentlemen customers too, some of whom had been regular clients for many years. Though my boss never permitted me to conduct a girdle or corset fitting for an adult male, I was allowed to serve them across the counter for repeat orders or sell them other items which didn't require a fitting. Though, at first, as a rather naive and sheltered 18 year old, I found it rather embarrassing to be selling foundations and other articles of women's underwear and lingerie to men whom plainly intended to wear what they were buying, I soon came to appreciated these customers as being both less demanding and far more courteous than many of the ladies with whom we conducted business.


As we entered the 1960’s, youngsters started to develop their own voice and were no longer willing to be forced into things uncomfortable at the behest of anyone, least of all their mothers. Although the ritual of mothers bringing their daughters to Mrs. Rogers for their first fitting continued right up until the time I left the business, these girls increasingly knew what they wanted and what's more, unlike their predecessors, usually got their way, despite the fact that this rarely coincided with Mrs. Rogers' opinion of what they needed. It was then that my employer started to loose her rearguard battle, waged for years, against the panty-girdle, which she had always deplored. Right up until the end of the 1950's, she had managed to get away with carrying no more than a handful of panty-girdles in stock, kept for those who preferred to wear them, rather than a standard girdle, under slacks or those who, usually engaged in some active sport. By the 1960's, even Mrs. Rogers could no longer hold back the tide of demand that swept in from all her younger clients, and the dreaded panty-girdle was there to stay as it started to sell in ever increasing numbers.


After I left the shop, the tide of change flowed ever faster, and a defeated Mrs. Rogers closed the shop in 1968 and retired to the south coast.