Well all that snow has been and gone. Strange isn't it how one's love affair with the prettiness of snow disappears when you have to go out in it especially when its pristine whiteness has gone. Aaaanyway a lovely trip to Westfield White city last week. We have decided that this is out favourite with Stratford being to pushy and shovey for our liking. Don't get me wrong but there is a difference between things being comfortably busy and packed, plus of course the shops are that little bit nicer. Very little was bought, just a little Olay and a foundation spreader. No not a trowel, a sponge LOL.

Upon arrival we selected a rather nice little coffee and bunnery and indulged in hot chocolate with whipped cream, mmmmm, even if the whipped cream came from a squirty can. Going along a deserted aisle we espyed a policeman, as I said to Stephanie, if this was 30 years ago we could have been arrested for this ! Talking of Stephanie she was tempted by shoes that naughty girl, black suede, although we both were in heaven after seeing a pair of suede black and gold heels in Miu-Miu but well out of our price range :-(

So a stroll round and lunch in Byron's and then suitably refreshed we take in a multitude of things we cannot afford. As I have said, I don't mind things that are far out of reach pricewise, it doesn't worry me in the slightest its the things that are just out of reach that get to me.

So my partner and I need to go up to town, off we trot. She needs some dressmaking accoutrements and I some loose powder. A nice breakfast repast in Marks and Spencer and quick stroll through Selfridges and then down to Charles Fox in Covent Garden. A nice chat with the girls about foundation and powder bought its back to Oxford Street and Morplan in Great Titchfield Street only just before we get there madame realises she hasn't bought her student discount card with her! So home we go but not before she has to have a pair of Ugg ear muffs in John Lewis!

Whoooooops !

Well you know how it is, you go out not intending to spend much and...... well after a rather fetching bright yellow jacket bought I thought that was it. I did after all have a frock to go with it but oh no. We took ourselves off and it all went horribly wrong taking into consideration the pair of Kurt Geiger shoes I had bought yesterday. Anyway that rather nice tight black and white frock in Marks and Spencer was a temptation too far. Then of course there was the fab shparklay Kurt Geiger shoes and those fold up Dune ballet pumps in their delicious pouch. Oh dear, oh dear. Still I'll have a lovely outfit for next week.

Well.....

Well 2013, how time fly's. 'Tis true, the older you get the quicker it flashes past.
No going out last night, well it's sooo expensive just to do what you would normally do and pay through the nose for the privilege, so we didn't. Did watch the fireworks though, felt a little yawn, seen it, until about half way through and then thought.... bugger I that's good innit. Still better being at home though, better view and not having to stand for hours beforehand. Getting too old for that sort of malarky I can tell you. I do wish they would learn though, close ups of fireworks don't really work, there is a hell of a lot more going on than you can see. True 'tis pretty but.... now long shots from helicopters or ground 'ish level are different, much more effective.
Well I wonder what this year will bring. More outings for sure but what does fate have in store? I'm sure if we knew we would wish we didn't.
I'm sure it happens in all walks of life but reading a friends Blog I notice even when in a minority group people attempt to take over and control. Thinking about it I suppose the smaller the minority the more likely it is to happen as there is less people to rise up against you. I suppose the worst of it is that those who need support retreat into their own world rather than confront this type of person or persons. Call it what you will the cd,tg,ts,tv world is rather small and many do need the support of others. Personally I do not. I go my own way, always have, always will. I've seen it in the fetish world, if you don't do things my way then can't call yourself whatever. Well dearies that is exactly my response, WHATEVER. Stick your opinions and attitudes where the sun doesn't shine. You might think it shines out of there but believe me......... it doesn't. What you all really need to do is get out there in the real world.
I know there are a myriad of places I cannot go because of who I am but I would rather keep my outings to daytime than have to restrict myself to only being in the company of other 'girls' and going to places that are only for 'girls' like us, every time I hear the words Brick Lane my heart sinks. Good grief give me variety.

Been and gone

Well that's Christmas out of the way for another year. Its all sooo tiring. Just the family round xmas and boxing day with the addition of the odd interloper, so cooking for 9 one day and 11 the next.
A trip to Brent Cross the day after boxing day, but we went early and missed all the madness and were back home by 10-10.30. I must admit my wardrobes are overflowing so the sales are a bit of a non event thankfully.
So we get a phone call……. Howard, would madam like to meet him at Tate Britain to see the Turner Prize, no she doesn't want to go. So after he'd gone I said… I should put on a frock and go, so she said why not, so I called him back and said I'd go. Didn't say it would be Ann though ;-) Bus up to Charing Cross, bus up to Tate Britain, afternoon tea and a wander round, came out of Tate Britain, walk along Millbank, over Vauxhall Bridge and into Sainsbury's, buy a couple of bottles of fizz, pick up the car and back home with H !! We never got to see the Turner prize stuff as we were gassing so much we were too late :-) Oooo lush !
Talking of afternoon tea, we were sooo underwhelmed by the Tate's offering. Well the space, considering we were in a premier establishment can only be described as dire, just like a works canteen my dears. Dear H decides he wants tea, a pot of tea. Oh we don't do pots she says only cups and if he wants a mixture of earl grey and English breakfast then he will have to pay double. We get our drinks and scones, what flavours of jam do you have? Strawberry she says, that's it. Do you have clotted cream? No. I mean what sort of afternoon tea is this? Only one sort of jam and no clotted cream :-Must be a sign of times.(
Although we didn't have that much time to look round I must say I was rather, well, underwhelmed with some of the work I saw. True the skill is quite, quite amazing but I do like to be grabbed by the throat and have an invisible arm drag me to a painting and say look at that ! And to be honest, not a lot did. But as I say one melts and goes green with envy at how a canvas, paint and brushes can be used to such amazing effect.
Lunch out yesterday, in the wilds of Hertfordshire, a girl I used to work with and her son. Well my dears I didn't realise that the last time I visited his pub I'd cause such a stir! This place was just outside Potters Bar, well I suppose they'd never seen a 'girl' like me before but supposedly there was quite a commotion after I'd left, who was that? who is it? etc. etc although that said it was all rather complimentary.
So we get home and it hits me. All that stress and work over xmas, the gadding about caught up with me and I was soooo exhausted I just had to succumb to a nana-nap for a couple of hours and manage to feel like death when I awoke.

Such a shame

Such a shame I don't get around to posting much what with all the gadding around etc, etc. Where have I been, what have I been doing? Sooo much my dears. Here there and everywhere I tell you. We have done the two Westfields, White City and Stratford, Camden, dear old Oxford Street and of course flogged Brent Cross to death as well as the Brick Lane tranny haunts plus the Way Out club and The Magic Theatre. We really are sooo lucky, hardly a disapproving look let alone being accosted. It constantly amazes me how we treat all these appearances in the real world as everyday trips. Nothing seems to phaze us. Is this the secret to success? Is our confidence in ourselves why we do not get noticed? Of course appearing in places that are busy has also a lot to do with it.

That was a good afternoon

Well that was a good afternoon. Saturday sees us trolling our way to the London Alternative Market at Electroworkz in the Angel. Not a shopping trip but a chance to meet up with old friends and boy did some turn up. The ever lovely Maz working on the Prong stall, Vicky of The Ultimate Leather, John and David of JDL for Leather, the lush D of Second Coming, PFK photographer extraordinaire and Sarah. A totally unexpected face from the non-fetish world popped up, Mike and Mandy, Drag Bitch, Gina Gee, Spike and Mistress Destiny. It really is amazing that there are friends who have either never seen me 'dressed' and those who have never seen me in 'drab' which leadsto a comment "oh don't tell me, you don't recognise me with my clothes on" LOL We chat, we gossip for ages then take our leave for pastures new to see Dolenta at Breathless, no Andy unfortunately but there was Cava !!

Just a few

Excellent photo shoot today for Prong Jewellery. Just a sneak preview of the 1000 + shots.......