Selling a corset

I'm thinking about selling my 18th century corset. It is too big and my goal is to never get that big again. I'm just wondering what I could ask for it. It has never been worn, just tried on, and there's no visible machine sewing on either in or outside.
I'm also wondering where to sell it. I doubt Tradera, a swedish internet auction site is the right place, my 16th century kirtle didn't get much attention there and although it got sold eventually it went very cheaply (c. 38 $).

No music

For some inxeplicable reason there frequently are problems with installing programmes on the "new" computer. One of the problems is that I can't install Noteworthy, that I use to play songs I need to learn. And I cant find my flute either so I can't play them either. We should practice our parts in Alta Trinita beata before next choir and haugtussa also brought me a fun song for three female voices from the 13th century, Trois serors sor rive mer and I wanted to at least her what the second soprano sounded like.
It's such a fun text. It starts with telling that three sisters are standing by a river, then the three parts sing different lyrics as well as different tones. The 1st soprano is the youngest sister, who sings that she has brown hair so she wants a male friend (ami) that also has brown hair, very naïve. haugtussa would sing this, which is very fitting since she is still very young. The second soprano, which would be sung by me, is the middle sister who sings: "The middle sister calls Robin (Robin and Marion are the archetypal lovers in french medieval may poetry) her friend, he took me out into the forest, take me back there again". This, most people who know me would say, is also very fitting. The eldest sister is sung by the alto, and is very virtuous and tells that you should find your true love and be faithful and what could be more fitting than that Anna, who is 25 and has been together with her boyfriend for ten years, should sing that?
But I can't even listen to my part!

Aarghh! Football woes and personal insights

We just lost the final in Royal league, a cup with the best teams from Sweden, Norway and Denmark. On penalties! If Niclas Alexandersson or Sebastian Johansson just had nailed their shots everything would have been so fine and I would have been ecstatic. Now I'm sad and disappointed and will have to deal with a sad and disappointed husband when he gets home from the game. I seem to have a problem with him feeling down after games we've lost and try to pretend I'm not sad to cheer him up. It is if I can't acknowledge how much I care about football, even to him. Or maybe I'm just afraid of negative feelings and rather pretend that everything is fine. I don't know. I have always had a problem with showing weakness, even in my relationships. Especially in my relationships and long-term friendships. I think I try to spare the people I care about. But tonight I'm going to open up and we can share the pain.