Wednesday, 25 June 2014
Sunday, 22 June 2014
Friday, 20 June 2014
Thursday, 19 June 2014
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.
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.
Wednesday, 18 June 2014
Tuesday, 17 June 2014
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 ;-)
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 ;-)
Thursday, 12 June 2014
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.
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.
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