“Sometimes, yeah, I still pretend”

Hi there,

In true Brit fashion, I can’t stop myself from mentioning the weather. We’ve had a lot of snow… for Britain, I should add. Those of you from more Northerly climes will no doubt be muttering lightweight and chuckling. ๐Ÿ™‚

To be accurate, *some* parts of the UK have had a lot, but by some small stroke of meteorological luck, our neck of the woods got off lightly. (Ed: don’t speak too soon!). Sure, the roads have been a bit scary in places, but in the main, it’s not been so bad.

Ummm… Not too much to report this time around… heh: now I’ve said that, maybe the Muse will strike and I’ll be off on some lengthy post – you never know ๐Ÿ™‚

So far I’ve missed the sales. That may be good for the wallet, but not so much for the wardrobe. A few days ago I was in town with a (male) work colleague and I did pine a bit when we had to walk by the sale rails to go to the meeting. ๐Ÿ™‚ There are a few party dresses and some cute shoes about, but I don’t need another party frock and shoes… I’m sorted for heels right now. Maybe I should risk something brightly colour and kitsch for the summer. Sparkly red or blue for a change? ๐Ÿ™‚

While in town, I spotted one young lady – although perhaps for different reasons than my friend – as the lady in question had on heels and a short skirt that would make a sex worker blush. “I know what you’re thinking,” XXXXXXX said. I doubt it. I was thinking: how did you make it down the icy hill in those shoes, and, aren’t you cold love? ๐Ÿ™‚

On the upside, The Ever Lovely Mrs Jones treated me to a very cute wrap cardie in the sale (Bless her!). Let’s hear it for Mrs J and on-line shopping eh? Hopefully that’ll arrive in a few days and I can pass the time in the car thinking what I can team it up with. Talking of on-line I saw a very cute pink jumper dress in New Look, but as I’ve got a few items I’ve yet to wear, I didn’t invest.

I’ve been catching up with more walks at lunchtime and although it’s been cold and snowy, I feel better for it. My legs were aching yesterday from the exercise, but I’m feeling a bit trimmer and – conversely – less tired than when I loaf around.

Talking of loafing around, I’d popped around to visit my parents towards the end of the holidays. Mrs Jones had taken Wee Man to a friend’s house, so Little Miss and I went to visit Granny. LM had scratched my eyebrow when I picked her up, not maliciously, just one of those things. Of course, Mum noticed it and then asked: “Have you been plucking your eyebrows?”

“No,” I lied and laughed: “This wee monster just caught me.” Nothing more was said about it, but – obviously – the worry rattled around my head for a bit. The truth of it is yes, of course and I’ve been doing so for quite a while. I’m trans remember. Why do you think I took my sister shopping this month? I’ve never had thick brows and a bit of careful shaping goes a long way. I just need to remember not to over do it.

There was just Mum and myself – Little Miss may be chattering, but lets face it – she’s not going to understand some conversations ๐Ÿ™‚ As I sipped my tea, I thought about telling the truth – as way of a change ๐Ÿ˜€ But…. either cowardice… or perhaps more honestly, respect for my Mum’s right not to have to know, won out.

You see – and as I’ve mentioned on this blog before – I did tell her way back at the end of the 80s. Skip on a few years and after my one and only purge / attempt to ‘go straight’, a handful of years later, I told her I’d thrown it all away and stopped. Thing is, and rather obviously from this blog, I’m very far down the cross-dresser path…. it’s like the road to enlightenment, only there are more shoe shops, larger closets and there’s more glittery stuff. ๐Ÿ™‚

Where was I? Oh yes, walking another path. I am much happier this way. The odd trip out, a loving/understanding wife, trans friends, wardrobe space, and, yes, this blog too, are all positive elements. On the subject of being married – to this day, I’m sure my Mum (bless her) confused being trans with liking chaps (go figure). To tell her again? My Mum being my mum, she’d only worry and really, I don’t think her life would be any richer in knowing the truth. For that reason alone, I decided not to say anything and instead we watched Little Miss build a block tower and cackle madly as she tipped it over.

Hopefully what snow is left – although more is due this weekend – will melt in time for Chameleons next week. Crikey, it’s been a month since I last met up with everyone. Now, what to wear? ๐Ÿ™‚

Take care,
Lynn
x

[ Today’s lyric: Every Day is Exactly the Same by Nine Inch Nails.* ]

PS: Well, it was that or something to do with snow ๐Ÿ™‚

6 Comments

  1. Eyebrows. Hmmm yes. Been there, sunday at the parents could be interesting depending how pink/red my face is after laser tommorrow.
    You and I are the same on the do I tell them situation as we discussed at the christmas do.
    Nine inch nails? I think youll need a bigger hammer. :o)
    Hugs.

  2. I can be a burden knowing can't it? There are a few people I haven't told about this side of me, because I think it will worry them, or cause them undue stress – my Dad for one. He's not well, and I think he was always a little disappointed I was bookish and intellectual rather than manly and tough.

    On the other hand, I forget how lucky I am that my Mum is the supportive and understanding type. I was able to come out to her in my teens, and since then, the cast-offs ahve gone both way ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Sophie: Hmm indeed ๐Ÿ™‚ Oh the vanity eh? ๐Ÿ™‚ Good luck with the laser stuff – I hope you don't flare up too much.

    Pandora: Funny, I read that as 'it can' first time around. Parents eh? ๐Ÿ™‚ Did you find it helped being out to her?

    Jess: LOL. I still have a purple dress, 3 tops, some leggings… and… umm.. two skirts that I've yet to wear. ๐Ÿ™‚ Oh, that doesn't include the new cardie either. Ooops. ๐Ÿ˜€

  4. I've managed to avoid the sales too, although that's more to do with having no money than actual will power. We've had the snow pretty bad my way.

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