Temu

I often buy stuff from Temu (crossdressing stuff as shops here don't provide for us - eg boobs, butt shaping, unsual clothing, PVC ).

So along that line, I decided I would like a dark wig.

Unfortunately it didn't look much like the picture, it was shininer, flatter and had a strange seam across the front. I worked it once and now it's time to put it in the bin. While I've been away from this coffee shop for about 5 weeks, the staff still recognised me and got my normal coffee order correct. Another produce that arrived was a wig spray to help untangle knots, well my blond wig looks like new now, so you win some lose some with online ordering.

I'm getting a bit bored with this "go out for coffee / cake" routine. I mean horse riding sounds like fun, always fancied a pair of jodhpurs, I could even wear them for abseiling or other adventerous activities.

But for now - more coffee

Car troubles

I had the annual safety check of my car and apparentlly one of my shock absorbers was leaking. I can't see it but I don't really crawl under that often.

I had hoped to get out and do fun stuff, including shopping and coffee, which I did.

I started at the library while waiting for the hairdressers to open (I eventually gave up as the hairdressers hadn't opened 30 minutes later than their opening time - they do eyebrows and mine are looking wooly).

I made it to Sylvia park around 10, shopping and relaxing for an hour or so. At the Warehouse I found a pretty dress at a reasonable price that is my comfort thing, for not buying a stack of clothes during my trip to London and France.

Eventually I made it to my mechanic that I've used for 20 years and got a quote to replace my cars shock absorbers.

What's the point of buying a dress if you don't wear it, so I decided to wear it when dropping off my car once the parts arrived a few days later. It only took about an hour to fix, a quick trip to get the car certified for another year, then it was time to browse the shops, pick up more lip stick and have coffee.

Amazing trip

Like all good things, it has to end eventually.

Arriving home, my body clock has taken longer than expected to adjust to the new time zone and to make matters worse, NZ clocks moved forward an hour for daylight savings, so instead of waking at 4am (alarm set for 6.30am), I've been waking at 3am for a couple of days.

Between a bus tour and family, I wasn't really alone for more than 2 minutes. 

During a visit to a shopping centre, I pointed out a skirt and top that I wouldn't mind owning while browzing with my wife- wife took the hint and added it to her shopping basket. There were many things I would have tried on and probably bought, but  disappearing into fitting rooms with skirts and dresses would have raised family suspicions.

The top is a body suit and it's so tight that my voice is a couple of octaves higher, unfortunately the skirt is a bit lose and it's not like I could fly back and exchange it. That's what you get when you can't try stuff on first 😔

Oh yes, it was raining and before I got to the grocery store for bread and milk (fridge was emptied before we left), I "accidently" stood under a gutter that leaked a lot, so my top got soaked and skirt got damp. It was a nice way to cool down when your feeling hot.

I've been trying to get some extra girl time this week due to lack of, during the trip (imagine me at the Eiffel Tower or various chateaus through France or even the London Underground - big NO from wife).

So coffee morning in lace body suit and short skirt and while it sounds nice, once the snaps pop on the g-string, and things drop, it's a delicate situation moving around. So a slow and careful walk to the toilets to clip everything back in place is called for.

 

I've got to find another hobby instead of just sitting around looking pretty with coffee, but just not sure what that hobby will be. Last month it was a bit cold and my hobby was seeing how often in one week I could wear the same clothes to the same place?

Europe trip

I hope my wife takes clothes we can share, otherwise I'd be under stress if I can't dress. Actually probably not, as it's a whirlwind trip with lots of relatives to see as well as the scenery. 

So I've finished all my home projects after two more rushed visits to Bunning Hardware. My hands are sore and I've just bathed to get all the sawdust off me.

I've really wanted to wear my bright orange/red very loud dress during this weekend, it's thin and feels very silky on my skin. It wasn't appropriate for the hardware shop, but I did wear it before that to get some breakfast essentials early in the morning.

It's been a busy week, trying to get all my drawings done before my holiday and boss has issued me a laptop to take on holiday "in case" theres any issues. My collegues are up to speed on my projects and can do tweeks if required. My last big OE the laptop only got used once, otherwise it's like dragging an achor around. 

I did manage to get out for a couple of light lunches during the week.

Hopefully we'll get to chat early October, until then, keep having fun 😃

Ski weekend

No, that's for the other me 😃

It's been a while since I've hit the slopes (been busy raising kids) and since I went with an old friend, no girl stuff was packed. It was a fantastic break from the normal routine my life tends to be, even if I was the oldest person on the mountian.

Girl news........

I decided to buy that nice top I tried on previously, so went back to H&M only to find they had non of the tops available

During the previous week, I had a few coffee mornings. Having shaved the hair off my body, I've tried to wear my pvc skirt most of the week to show off my legs. While leaving this coffee shop, a pretty woman approached and flattened out my skirt that had somehow suck to itself showing a bit more leg than intended, I thanked her most sincerly especially how discrete she was.

As usual, I have yet another project and needed timber framing, but I thought the black skirt wasn't appropriate for the hardware, so changed into a more respectable skirt for stapping timber to my roof rack.