Christine found out about a transgender event at a local church and alerted the group. There was going to be a panel discussing transgender issues, oriented towards the congregation at large ~ but it was open to the general public. It was on a Sunday afternoon, and I planned to go.
Since it was a Sunday church event, I figured dressing up a bit would be OK. A bit. I had a new dress that I paid practically nothing for at Ross. I thought that would be ideal for the occasion. I'm not sure when I decided that a dress was, well, dressier than a nice blouse and skirt. I do have some nice blouses and I generally wear knit tops so they're in the waiting-for-an-occasion part of the closet. And I have some skirts that I pull out and put away because they're too dressy. Maybe when I have a bit of time I'll pair up some blouses and skirts so I'll be ready for my next dress up occasion.
I matched the outfit with a sparkly bracelet, black necklace, gold-and-black earrings, and a nice pair of patent pumps.
I was afraid I was going to be late. It was a bit chilly and the church was NOT where I expected it to be. Google maps pointed me to the wrong street (same name, different town) and I expected the drive to take less time. And then there was parking.
I had to park a couple of blocks away. If there was a parking lot I didn't find it. There were a lot of cars parked on the street, and some people clearly in church clothes heading toward cars so I guessed the street was the place. I parked and walked towards the church. I saw a couple of people walking into a building but it looked like a side door so I walked around that building and towards what looked like the real entrance. As I got closer, a woman asked if I was looking for the "Understanding Transgender" program. I said I was and she pointed me towards a building on the far side of a lawn. When I asked for further instruction, she happily led me closer to where I could see which door I was supposed to go through. I was told someone else would be there to guide me the rest of the way.
There was. He showed me where the talk would be held and I went into the large, crowded room.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
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Well done, I mean going into a rage crowded room. I too feel that a dress is more dressy, more feminine as well. Maybe because there is no male equivalent, whereas trousers and a shirt are a male equivalent to a skirt and blouse, or maybe I just like dresses.
ReplyDeletei looove your outfit verrry classy and stylish. thsnks for shareing.
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ReplyDeleteLove that you're getting out ...and among Civilians! Seems like we're two peas from related pods.
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Meg -
ReplyDeleteHow was the talk?
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You are a confident and beautiful woman, you deserve much happiness in life
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