Last weekend of the Easter Holidays, so it’s back into the routine of School Runs and later starts. Not that I mind. Having kids keeps you entertained – you may like to perform a Joe Pesci in Goodfellas impression in your head, if it’ll help. 🙂 Oh, but it’s rewarding too, but if you’re a parent, you probably get this and if you’re not a parent, you may not give a sh**. Moving on…. 🙂
The Ever Lovely Mrs J was away this weekend on business, so Yours Truly was holding down the fort for a few days. We had some walks, trips to the park and a few lazy afternoons. All good fun. Then it was off to leave the kids with my folks for a few nights. In days of old, not doubt I’d have raced back and flung open the cupboard doors. An evening to some trans version of Narnia, only without the Christian allegory, snow and a giant talking lion. So, umm, not at all like Narnia then! That bitch Tumnas still hasn’t returned my cashmere wrap, the Judas. Fawns eh? Can’t trust ’em.
So, no, the evening was passed watching Netflix and reading. I did paint my nails and toes mind. Not having to worry about taking my time was rather good and as I was working from home in the morning, no rush to clean up afterwards.
The morning went quickly with much typing and I think I got my report all sorted out. As lunchtime grew closer, so my nerves grew more than a little frayed. My make-up was done, I was happy with that and I think my outside was daytime enough. My stomach was doing flips, which is crazy, because technically, this is no different to going out to Chameleons. Either, getting ready upstairs, or those rare occasions, when I get ready at home and go their already… umm… ready. 🙂
I took a few deep breaths, touched up my lippy and had a last minute change of shoes. My black ballet pumps, while they look more petite, they are a little on the wrong side of snug. The coast was clear, so I swallowed my fear and headed out to Leicester. Once there, all was fine. The panic was left behind and I just got on with my day. Do I pass? I don’t think so and it doesn’t bother me any more. For me, passing is a stick with which we beat ourselves. Provided no-one bothers me, which people don’t, I’m fine with that. If anyone looks – which is rare, I just smile, just as I would if in bloke mode. Some smile back, some look away. No different really.
The weather couldn’t have been better, with warm sun and a gentle breeze. I tried on a few things, even though I wasn’t buying. I did get some new jeans (thank you New Look) with a voucher I’d saved from some trans* research, I’d done last year. No luck on shoes, as the wedges I’d had my eye on had gone. I guess you need to strike early, if you want a pretty size 8. Ah well.
I did manage to get a new bra though and the staff in M&S were absolutely brilliant. At least I know my size now, even if the heat of the changing room made my boob tape fail. Ah well, lessons learned. All in all, a good day out and once I got home, I was happy to put all my pretty clothes away, and go back into Bloke Mode. After a day in dainty shoes, I can understand why the Ever Lovely Mrs J is keen to put her slippers on, or go barefoot. 🙂
I did leave my nail varnish on until late. There was something rather nice about having pretty fingertips all day. Trans people eh? 😉