An additional confidence boost from Saturday's party was to be told I not only had the body of a twenty year old woman but to get several compliments on my legs from the ladies !!
So Stephanie, Sarah and I took ourselves off to the IWM at Duxford. The last time I was there? in 2005 ! A lovely day if a trifle chilly and drafty. I have to say the staff we had contact with were superb. The lady taking the money was not fazed at all and we had a little chat. The security man in the land war section and I had a nice chat and then we met with two of the admin staff as we pased them I heard a reference to my frock and turned to be met with a lovely smile from a young lady who complimented me on my choice. As we spoke about this and that she said I have one like that in red and we both said together... Vivienne of Holloway. It is sooo nice to be treated like this, as though we are no one special.

All change

I shall endevour to post a picture a day maybe with words or maybe without.

Well that was an enjoyable party. Off to the wilds of Southgate on Saturday to Max's Mid-Summer (Minus one week) Party, still awaiting pictures). Although we didn't stay to the end seeing as it was supposed to start at 2.00pm Saturday and finish at 5.00 pm Sunday, which it did. Fabulous to catch up with old friends, some surprise guests and making some new ones including the lovely Fredericka, yum and her fabulous fur hat. A trans girl at the party seemed quite shocked when I said I had never been to Doreens over at Walthamstow. An emporium, supposedly for the trans community although from what I've seen and heard its a bit tawdry. Quite the place if you want to look like a tranny or haven't the courage to get your clothes etc from 'proper' shops.
Photo session yesterday. I do like to get these things prepared, get the outfits out rather than scratch around looking for things but somehow there are still things I've got out for the last three shoots that I haven't got around to wearing, probably got something to do with adding new items.



Fabulous surprise yesterday when madame came home with a present... a Lulu Guinness handbag



Off out on Thursday with Stephanie and Sarah, a real girlie day out... RAF Duxford. Should be interesting in more ways than one ;-)

Passing interest

Although all we 'girls' think we are alike we aren't are we. So many different shades and if we are honest all with a different agenda, different needs and wants. Those on the outside, especially men, in the main lump us all in together indeed some on the inside do the same, i.e. must be gay. Well we dress like women and women set out to attract men. Wrong. I can never see the attraction of male company, never have. But there it is.
Aaaanyway off madame and troll to Brent Cross and she tells me I or we, I'm not sure which have been getting some very strange looks. The problem is what is it? Well its summer so I am in shorts, denim ones, a t-shirt, plain white, white socks and a pair of Birkenstocks, admittedly blue with white piping. So what can it be? Is it what I'm wearing? Is it the walk? Is it the tattoo's or is it the bleached hair. Goodness I would love to know. Of course madame never thinks to herself it might be her tattoo's, it has to be me they are looking at. Well if it is then I might as well do fem all the time, surely I wouldn't get looked at any more than I do now.

Tuesday I meet up with Stephanie and we take ourselves off to Westfield at White City. We both prefer it to Stratford, its lighter, airier and a better class of shop. I am unable to fathom what it is, are we changing or is it fashion or both. There was a time when we could have spent an absolute fortune on clothes etc but now there is so little that takes our collective fancy. Whatever shop we visit there is maybe only one or two items that we would buy, given that we could afford it. We pop into Dior mainly to have a little chat with one of the assistants, he is soo nice and always gives us the lowdown on next season. Apparently it will be red's and leopardskin prints. Its all about sensuality and sexiness.
So there we are strolling along and approaching us, in a hurry, probably late back from lunch is a young man, he sees us and as he passes he points. Oh dear I thought what is coming? He speaks, 'lovely tattoo's' he says and is gone. Oh we laughed, more from relief than anything else.

LFF

Yet another fetishy weekend, Saturday is just a photo session at home. Sunday we are off to the London Fetish Fair in sunny Vauxhall. No one to accompany us this time that is until the lovely Hazel and Riki TG arrive for gossiping and catch ups. It really is fabulous to not only have friends around our age but far younger too. They are actually friends of our son but are at a point where fetish and the music scene collide. No spending this time thank goodness, well its another two weeks before pension day :-). I get loads of compliments I must say though with a frock that short, that tight and heels that high I should hope so too!
We have an invite for next Sunday, a long time friend Max is having a birthday BBQ. Thankfully it has a fetish theme and his current squeeze is a fan of my pictures so meeting her should be entertaining. Luckily its not too far from us, just a short drive over to Southgate.
Should be out and about with Stephanie tomorrow but not sure if Sarah is coming as she has not been too well but we shall see.

A celebration

Ah the nutter on the bus. But nice for all that. He was very disappointed as no one was at Speakers Corner today. Wanted white middle class women to run the world and repeatedly called me lady, how nice. Amongst his nuggets of information was the fact he had been banned from the Cuban Embassy as he had donated, over time, over 300 shopping trolleys of clothes and they got fed up with him. Slightly sad though as he tells me.. my wife WAS a wonderful woman...

So the reason for going out? The shorts I bought from Primark in Sefridges on Monday, in a size 12, were too big so I needed to change them for a size 10, soooo satisfying. So not only do they fit but they are tighter and shorter than the size twelve. Reeeesult. Of course being in celebratory mood I stopped off in the food department and bought something for lunch I have been promising myself for absolutely ages.
This is no ordinary sausage roll, this is more meat than pastry, this is Gloucestershire Old Spot, no pink splurge wrapped in acres of dry pastry here. Will I finish it? Well I did, but the mustard is not necessary I have to say and I really should have had something else with it, but apart from that delicious.

Weekend

So a weekend of exhausting fun. Saturday night was Rubber Cult another fabulous night, the best so far. Madame and I in our new outfits were snapped quite a few times...



Fabulous to meet up with Ed and Gwen over from Ireland, we haven't seen them in about 6 years so much catching up including the news they have a two year old son! A long chat with Zac about health and photography, well what else do you chat about at a fetish club :-) We see Madame Caramel and Fetish Lisa, PFK and Mistress Hannah and many more. A nice hour or so in the changing room with Dolenta and her models Ana Mantis, Chris, Andy, Mamzelle Maz, Nico, Ilua, and Joyce plus caberet star Marnie Scarlet and Max and I got a kiss from Eva Vortex!

Sunday sees us off all rubbered up to the London Alternative Market, a little drained after getting to bed around 3 am we are off at 10.30 to Revolution in America Square by Tower Bridge. Much compliments, well we do put in the effort even for daytime events.... A nice cuddle with Mistress Absolute rounds off my day nicely.



Oxford Street this morning. Madame to Louis Vittone to give them the ok to repair her handbag and me off to Primark, talk about opposite ends of the scale! I'm after another hat and manage to get a white one the same style as the black one. On my return to Selfridges I find her having a make over at Tom Ford. The lovely young man, after showing madame eyeliner says he is bored with nothing to do and would madame like a complete make over so I go off on a wander. Up to the top floor and Primarni where I get a pair of skimpy white denim shorts for £5, bargain.
Madame is after a small Longchamp makeup bag. We try Debenhams nothing, we try House of Fraser where I'm severely tempted by a Lulu Guinness bag. We leave and wander down to the Longchamp shop in Regent Street where she gets what she is after.
We get home in time for lunch. I try on the shorts, oh dear they don't fit. I bought a size 12 thinking well its Primark they are bound to come up a bit small. Oh no it seems I need a size 10. Yes read that weep my dears a size 10 !