So anyway

So there I am, I've just picked up a pair of boots from Schu in Brent Cross and am stood standing in a corner farting around with my phone. The next thing I know I have young guy in his thirties standing next to me saying... "You know you have cracking legs if my wife wasn't with me I'd snap you up" ! All I am able to do is giggle and he is gone ! I then move onto John Lewis feeling I deserve a coffee and a danish. I find myself a table and become the centre of interest to a gaggle of five, soon to become eight advanced middle aged Italian women. Fortuitously when I decide to leave so do they, so I bide my time and manage to exit just in front of them so they can get a good look.

It appears I'm on a roll when today a young woman comes up to me in Marks and Spencer and says to me, I represent Tony and Guy would you like a free haircut? I decline but was tempted to say no but the wig wouldn't mind a shampoo and set :-)

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.

Too good to be true?

Photo day yesterday with Stephanie then a trip to Brent Cross. I managed not to spend thank goodness. Madame had gone out in the morning to return the hairy shrugigan and her trousers to M&S. Well I had received a 20% off voucher so the items were returned and bought again. Aaaanyway off we troop to Brent Cross, a wander not finding anything in particular that caught our collective eye. A fabulously cute short item in Lipsy did however until I saw that it was a playsuit which wouldn't have, suited me that is. The manageress of the shop however spotted that I was wearing one their frocks. A wander round John Lewis and there behind the Estee Lauder counter is Sarah. Many is the time I have been there and she hasn't so it seemed an ideal time to introduce her to Ann. It took her a while and she was delighted to meet Ann, "what a surprise" she said and "a lovely surprise" and we had a lovely long conversation and I got two kisses too, something I never get in male mode.
We return home and madame is about to go out again. When you take Stephanie home she says will you collect my prescription, take it round to Mr Patel (our local chemist). I look at Steph, she looks at me. I am shocked. She is sending me, dressed, to the local shops ! Madame leaves, I say to Steph she did say get my prescription didn't she? She did say Mr Patel didn't she? Yes says Steph. Oh well. Sooo I take Steph home and call in and Brent Cross to see Sarah again just to say that it is ok to mention she had seen me dressed when I see her again in the company of madame but she had gone home :-(. So then its the chemists. Well what a surprise there! Everyone soo nice and soo many compliments too !

Rest of the week

Tuesday sees madame and I Oxford Street bound. A quick visit to Primarni for some xmas presents and I pick up a pair of very tight black shiny trousers and a visit to Superdrug for some makeup for me then onto Pret for a lateish breakfast. We then wander M&S seeking ideas for xmas presents for madame to no avail. A usual trawl of Selfridges returns the same result. Things are either too expensive or are totally wrong. Ah well I do have a short list of things.
A midweek trawl of Brent Cross turns up nothing but its a few hours out and about.
Its the LAM tomorrow and we will get to meet up with the delicious Penny and Natacha, hopefully Sarah and Russell will be there too. To be able to get two more days dressed results in picture taking this morning.....

Delightful days

Another two happy days with Stephanie. Off out on Friday, bus up to the west-end and a delicious lunch in M&S and then onto the Science Museum in South Kensington. Well my lovelies I hadn't been there for many a year. Oh how it has changed. We were rather taken by the ground floor but not so enamoured by the higher ones, in fact they got worse the higher we went. Ah childhood memories of flicking switches and turning handles, all gone. Herds of school children of course but we walk round unnoticed.

A minor hiatus when Stephanie loses her handbag but it is soon found, phew! Off out into the cold and a bus back to the west-end. We dive into Superdrug as Stephanie needs some new razors. Well as you can imagine it is one of life's little laughs buying male sundries whilst en femme.
After dinner we take ourselves off the Ikea at Brent Park for various items. Quite amazing we only get a couple of quizzical looks.
Today, well morning is photo time followed by lunch an a visit to Brent Cross. Of course it is much more crowded than weekdays but it doesn't stop us, oh dear me no.

A few days

Well a few days have slipped by, two photo sessions in the week, more stuff tried on etc and yes they all fit. In total nine corsets have been dispatched to D of Second Coming to be sold on as they are too big for both of us.
Session 1



Session 2



Aaaaanyway, Saturday is a night out at the Magic Theatre in far flung Brockley for their Halloween event. We leave in what we think is plenty of time. The AA reckons three quarters of an hour, hmmmmm. Well at least an hour and a half later we arrive, thankfully we manage to park quite close. The delay was an accident at Russell Square :-(.
We meet up with the lovely Penny and Natacha and admire the eye candy. Of course Magic Theatre events are a bit of a tranny magnet and some rather lush ladies are there. The first 'act' is a bit, well to be honest not that good and I wonder if they are paying the venue to be there more than the other way round. The band are rather good once they have warmed up and a good time is had by all. We take our leave not long after the band finish as the DJ has turned the volume up a tad too far. Now don't get me wrong I like my music loud but this was rather strident and verging on the painful, there is a world of difference between good quality loud and as this was bad quality loud. So we arrive home around 1.00 and sad people we are sit down to watch Strictly Come Dancing and all those wonderful frocks.
Stephanie came over Monday, loads of pictures taken in the A.M. then a visit to Brent Cross, it is of course half-term round our way and the place is rather busy. Today we take ourselves off to Westfield at White City. We much prefer it to Stratford, less crowded, more airy and a better class of shop. We spend a rather nice few hours window shopping.

Ah Sunday at Brent Cross, packed of course but it doesn't stop us two 'ladies' doing our thing. It is odd normally somewhere that is crowded results in only being spotted on rare occasions but Brent Cross seems to be a law unto itself. Oh yes we get clocked and it is fun! Autumn of course is not our season we need spring and summer for pretty things. All this dark colour is just not us.

Monday sees us trolling off to Westfield White City, quite our favourite of the two. Better class of shop and clientele. Stephanie moans about being clocked, silly girl of course she is in that colourful frock and everyone else in autumnal fashions.

Fresh air

A trip to take advantage of the Superdrug Olay offer yesterday. As it was a glorious day and one for strolling it was of course sensible shoe day....



I hop on the bus and as we travel along a middle aged french woman gets on and sits next to me. She turns and says.... excuse me madame could you open the window. MADAME ! How fabulous is that!
So we eventually arrive at Oxford Street and off at Primark. Its about 9.30 and Primark is already busy, outside on the pavement sits two Arab women and they have already accumulated seven full sized Primark bags! I was looking for their nail kits but am waylaid by the arrival of their basketball boots in a myriad of colours, a mere £7 and £6 for the plimsole variety. Definitely one for a return visit. It all starts to get manic so I leave. I just cannot bear all the pushing and shoving and the lack of space to examine clothes, not that they had anything that took my eye anyway. I cross Oxford St and into Superdrug get what I have come for and am off again.

A stroll down Oxford Street in the sunshine and into Marks and Spencer where I espy a rather nice leopardskin print jacket in their Limited Edition and some leggings to go with it so all they would need is a nice brown or black top, mmmmm, definitely a post holiday outfit. Apart from a rather delicious dress in their Per Una Speziale range which would have very limited wearings there is nothing that really tickles my purse so into Baker Street and the civilised peace that is Selfridges.
Of course the shoe dept first, such wonderful shoes, too, too many to mention individually but of course I do linger over the Gina shoes, so shparklay !
Oooo frocks, so many fabulous frocks. As I pass the Alexander McQueen concession I am rather taken with a white shirt and skirt but a quick look at the price of the shirt makes me run a mile. Well I mean £840 for a white shirt although I am tempted as the assistant does, in her French accent greet me with "good morning madame", yes another one !
So its off the denim exclusives on the third floor, nothing new unfortunately although Primark have changed their range and not for the better either although I do have a little banter with one assistant on the Hudson jeans concession as I stroke a pair of jeans. If you need any assistance just ask she says, Oh I will I say, if I could get these up my legs I'd have them which tickles her no end. Back on the ground floor I take a look into what used to be Miss Selfridge, well it may still be. Aaaaanyway there I find an absolute darling of a frock, Ted Baker of course.



It must have been frighteningly expensive as it had no price tag and the Karen Millen concession was a revelation. So different, so modern quite unlike their shop in Brent Cross as I was to find out in the afternoon.
All too soon its time for home, we are back on week one of the diet and madam's weight loss has come to a full stop and we need to kick start the loss again.
Post lunch I'm off again, Brent Cross to pick up something from M&S for madam. Of course this means a stroll round too although of course its all autumn/winter stock now and my dears Fenicks ladies fashions have 'done a Tesco', yes the whole floor has been rearranged so to find a particular concession requires the services of Sherlock Holmes. Of course just to throw you certain concessions haven't moved, grrrrrrr!