Saturday, there was a t-girl night out. About twenty girls met at a local restaurant/bar for dinner and conversation.
I was not one of them.
I was hopeful; it's been a while since I went to one and I was looking forward to it. Then I got a call from my son. He needed some help, and Saturday night was a good night for it. So I changed plans.
There will always be another night out.
This is kind of a lead in to a much larger topic that I'm going to try to flesh out this week. I've had a bunch of false starts and little success with what I want to write. I think Thalia, my muse, is on holiday.
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Monday, June 16, 2014
Monday, November 25, 2013
Major Meg Weekend
Last weekend was scheduled as a multi-Meg weekend.
I took off Friday because I had used my hours for the week and the company doesn't approve of working over 40 hours per week when on contract. Weird, I know, but that's the rule.
This also meant I could sleep a little late and be awake and alert for (civilian) game night Friday night. I considered going out (window) shopping before the games, since they started late that week. There was a political event right before the games, and I considered that as well, but I was wavering because quite a few people there know me (including elected officials). I didn't think I was ready for that.
Saturday was a clothing swap in the afternoon and a transdinner that evening.
That meant three, maybe four events over two days.
I've written about planning before.
Here's how it actually played out:
I had homework from a long meeting with lawyers earlier in the week. I planned to use Friday to do that homework, and by the time I noticed the time both the political event (hard decision made moot) and game night were off the schedule, at least as Meg events.
However, I had finished my work, and I still had Saturday.
Saturday, my son called ~ he needed to be picked up from his volunteer job "around 3." That would make it difficult to get to the swap, but when my kids call, I respond. I do my best, anyway.
Then a client called. The client was a couple of blocks from where I needed to pick up my son so I agreed to drop by around 3, since by that time my son had decided pick up at 4 would be better.
I'd still have time for dinner. This was going to work out well.
Then a client called. He was a couple of blocks from my house so I could see him after I dropped off my son.
As I was driving to the first client, my oldest son called and said he'd like to pick up his brother and bring him home. OK, that was a bit disappointing but they wanted to spend time together so I was willing to step aside.
My client ran late, the second client went smoothly, but by the time I got home it was later than I wanted so I skipped the dinner and figured I'd at least go to the Transgender Day of Remembrance service on Wednesday and I signed up for game night next Friday.
It's all good.
I took off Friday because I had used my hours for the week and the company doesn't approve of working over 40 hours per week when on contract. Weird, I know, but that's the rule.
This also meant I could sleep a little late and be awake and alert for (civilian) game night Friday night. I considered going out (window) shopping before the games, since they started late that week. There was a political event right before the games, and I considered that as well, but I was wavering because quite a few people there know me (including elected officials). I didn't think I was ready for that.
Saturday was a clothing swap in the afternoon and a transdinner that evening.
That meant three, maybe four events over two days.
I've written about planning before.
Here's how it actually played out:
I had homework from a long meeting with lawyers earlier in the week. I planned to use Friday to do that homework, and by the time I noticed the time both the political event (hard decision made moot) and game night were off the schedule, at least as Meg events.
However, I had finished my work, and I still had Saturday.
Saturday, my son called ~ he needed to be picked up from his volunteer job "around 3." That would make it difficult to get to the swap, but when my kids call, I respond. I do my best, anyway.
Then a client called. The client was a couple of blocks from where I needed to pick up my son so I agreed to drop by around 3, since by that time my son had decided pick up at 4 would be better.
I'd still have time for dinner. This was going to work out well.
Then a client called. He was a couple of blocks from my house so I could see him after I dropped off my son.
As I was driving to the first client, my oldest son called and said he'd like to pick up his brother and bring him home. OK, that was a bit disappointing but they wanted to spend time together so I was willing to step aside.
My client ran late, the second client went smoothly, but by the time I got home it was later than I wanted so I skipped the dinner and figured I'd at least go to the Transgender Day of Remembrance service on Wednesday and I signed up for game night next Friday.
It's all good.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Sunday Games: Fair-weather Meg
After I got home Saturday, my lower back was hurting me. I suspect it was the cinch, but I'm not sure. The top of my left foot ached as well; it might be because I hadn't worn heels in a while. My left shoulder has been hurting and popping for a few weeks now; I suspect yanking on quite substantial doors at work helped that particular problem to form. My eyes hurt and were bloodshot from extended contact time.
I guess I'm getting old.
Sunday was game day, starting at noon, and my plan was to get dressed (maybe the same outfit as Saturday, or close variation) and stay until about five. At that time, I'd head home and change and remove my nail polish so I could pick up my son at 7.
But I also had:
* a client I wanted to visit in the morning, which would constrict my getting-ready time (also there were those nails). I could visit in the evening, so that wasn't major.
* that lower-back pain. It seemed worse; I tried a heating pad, which didn't make a difference.
* the achy foot.
My eyes had recovered nicely by the morning.
I used to ride a (small Suzuki) motorcycle, but I was a "fair-weather rider." If there was a threat of rain or worse, the bike stayed home and I drove. I would rather ride than drive, but I'd rather be comfortable as well. Of course I got caught sometimes, and I missed some good riding days, but I would rather be a dry driver than a wet (or very cold or very hot) rider.
I'm also a fair-weather girl. I prefer to skip really hot or really wet or really cold days, but I can adjust to them and decide where the comfort level (as opposed to comfort zone) is.
That philosophy kicked in Sunday morning.
The choice was possibly exacerbating the various aches and pains on one hand, and staying at the games later, seeing the client in the morning, and having (nearly) as much fun in drab as dressed. So I skipped dressing this time.
It's very nice to know that I can drop by dressed either way and be welcome by Star and her friends.
I guess I'm getting old.
Sunday was game day, starting at noon, and my plan was to get dressed (maybe the same outfit as Saturday, or close variation) and stay until about five. At that time, I'd head home and change and remove my nail polish so I could pick up my son at 7.
But I also had:
* a client I wanted to visit in the morning, which would constrict my getting-ready time (also there were those nails). I could visit in the evening, so that wasn't major.
* that lower-back pain. It seemed worse; I tried a heating pad, which didn't make a difference.
* the achy foot.
My eyes had recovered nicely by the morning.
I used to ride a (small Suzuki) motorcycle, but I was a "fair-weather rider." If there was a threat of rain or worse, the bike stayed home and I drove. I would rather ride than drive, but I'd rather be comfortable as well. Of course I got caught sometimes, and I missed some good riding days, but I would rather be a dry driver than a wet (or very cold or very hot) rider.
I'm also a fair-weather girl. I prefer to skip really hot or really wet or really cold days, but I can adjust to them and decide where the comfort level (as opposed to comfort zone) is.
That philosophy kicked in Sunday morning.
The choice was possibly exacerbating the various aches and pains on one hand, and staying at the games later, seeing the client in the morning, and having (nearly) as much fun in drab as dressed. So I skipped dressing this time.
It's very nice to know that I can drop by dressed either way and be welcome by Star and her friends.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Simple Pleasure ~ Getting Organised
(note: if you see a new poll off to the right, please ignore it until Thursday morning when I'll explain it)
Last week, while Charity went on a date (to a concert), I took advantage of a quiet apartment to do some closet reorganisation.
I try to keep clothes organised but it doesn't always (ever?) work. I want dresses, skirts, tops together. I want new things, things I've never worn, near the front of the closet. Within groups, I want favourites in front of not-so-favourites.
Instead, things get jumbled together. When I see something I don't think I've worn (or it still has tags on it), I put it on a chair to Deal With Later. This means a pile of nice, unworn clothing wrinkling on a chair.
I bought a new hanger that holds four skirts ($4 at Marshalls). I push the limit by putting two on each clip and that means a bit more space in a not-very-large closet. I put some things I won't ever wear, even around the house, into the "swap" bag.
I cranked up the mp3 player and got to it. It took me well into the night but the closet looks better, the chair looks happier, and I didn't have to worry about waking anyone up while I was dropping hangers and saying bad words because I dropped more hangers.
(aside: I have a USB turntable. The turntable has an audio input so I can plug a tape deck into the turntable. It also came with some simple software so I can record whatever's playing on the turntable or tape deck. I also have at least 400 cassette tapes (maybe as many as 600 ~ they're hiding everywhere). So I've been copying cassette tapes to MP3 and playing a few bits and pieces of each so I can label them. I'll start putting them in my mp3 player in the car so I can listen and decide what to keep and what to throw away. So far, I've copied in 75 tapes and it looks like I haven't even made a dent in the original mountains of sound. So when I'm doing things around the apartment I just put on one of the converted cassettes and enjoy.)
Last week, while Charity went on a date (to a concert), I took advantage of a quiet apartment to do some closet reorganisation.
I try to keep clothes organised but it doesn't always (ever?) work. I want dresses, skirts, tops together. I want new things, things I've never worn, near the front of the closet. Within groups, I want favourites in front of not-so-favourites.
Instead, things get jumbled together. When I see something I don't think I've worn (or it still has tags on it), I put it on a chair to Deal With Later. This means a pile of nice, unworn clothing wrinkling on a chair.
I bought a new hanger that holds four skirts ($4 at Marshalls). I push the limit by putting two on each clip and that means a bit more space in a not-very-large closet. I put some things I won't ever wear, even around the house, into the "swap" bag.
I cranked up the mp3 player and got to it. It took me well into the night but the closet looks better, the chair looks happier, and I didn't have to worry about waking anyone up while I was dropping hangers and saying bad words because I dropped more hangers.
(aside: I have a USB turntable. The turntable has an audio input so I can plug a tape deck into the turntable. It also came with some simple software so I can record whatever's playing on the turntable or tape deck. I also have at least 400 cassette tapes (maybe as many as 600 ~ they're hiding everywhere). So I've been copying cassette tapes to MP3 and playing a few bits and pieces of each so I can label them. I'll start putting them in my mp3 player in the car so I can listen and decide what to keep and what to throw away. So far, I've copied in 75 tapes and it looks like I haven't even made a dent in the original mountains of sound. So when I'm doing things around the apartment I just put on one of the converted cassettes and enjoy.)
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Best Laid Plans ~ Self-Inflicted Injury Edition
Prior to my last outing, I Veeted my arms, chest, upper back, underarms, and the back of my neck.
Veet has been pretty forgiving, but this time I left it on the inside of my left elbow (only!) too long and it left a burn there. It's nothing painful; it looks like red lines in the creases inside my elbow. I thought about it and figured that's a minor issue and sleeveless would be OK. I took a critical look and saw that I missed the same spot I always miss ~ I'm sure it has a name but I don't know what it is. It's the very top of the arm, in the back. It seems to be overactive as far as hair growth goes and I either miss it or it's seriously Veet-resistant.
The morning I was to go out, I pulled out my electric razor to clean the spots.
I know there are certain spots I should not shave with an electric because I get razor burns, similar to that inner elbow burn. I'll get small dots of broken skin, like I ran a grater lightly over the skin. I cannot use the electric on the inside of my elbows or knees, or on my underarms.
It turns out that spot at the top of my arm is another one. I was left with a dozen or more little cuts on each arm.
Sleeves it is. And I didn't think cap sleeves would work.
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| Maybe the would work. |
Veet has been pretty forgiving, but this time I left it on the inside of my left elbow (only!) too long and it left a burn there. It's nothing painful; it looks like red lines in the creases inside my elbow. I thought about it and figured that's a minor issue and sleeveless would be OK. I took a critical look and saw that I missed the same spot I always miss ~ I'm sure it has a name but I don't know what it is. It's the very top of the arm, in the back. It seems to be overactive as far as hair growth goes and I either miss it or it's seriously Veet-resistant.
The morning I was to go out, I pulled out my electric razor to clean the spots.
I know there are certain spots I should not shave with an electric because I get razor burns, similar to that inner elbow burn. I'll get small dots of broken skin, like I ran a grater lightly over the skin. I cannot use the electric on the inside of my elbows or knees, or on my underarms.
It turns out that spot at the top of my arm is another one. I was left with a dozen or more little cuts on each arm.
Sleeves it is. And I didn't think cap sleeves would work.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Best Laid Plans (Wardrobe Edition)
A couple of days later I was at the civilian game night, wearing my white tank, sweater, white skirt, and wedges. You saw the pictures last week.
After I was dressed, I thought, "this is casual and pretty. I can wear this to Alexandria next weekend."
At the games, I chatted with one of the other women players and I asked what she did. She works in Alexandria, in one of Charity's favourite stores. That meant we'd be going to her store when we were in Alexandria, and she's already seen this outfit. I don't want her to think this is my only skirt and shoes (I may go back to the original cap sleeve top I was going to wear to the games). Heels are out ~ there are cobblestones in Alexandria, and we'd be in a park with unpaved paths of loose gravel ~ wedges or flats make more sense). So I needed to pick something different for Saturday.
I found a new/old purple top with a fake "cami" underneath. It's old, because it's been in my closet for a long time and new because I'd never worn it before ~ it still had the tags on it.
The top was a very thin and light knit and the line of snaps on my cinch showed through clearly. Last week's top had the same problem but I didn't notice until the night was over. So cinch off, shaping cami on. I was going to skip my padded pantie ~ the skirt seemed to drape OK and it was hot and humid out. Then I took a closer look and I could see a bulge where there should be none so the padded panty went on. It's tight and covers a multitude of sins.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Simple Pleasure: Open Planning II
A woman comes home with a new dress and takes off what she's wearing and slips it on and decides if it's right and moves on.
I would bring home a dress and it would sit in the bag or on a hanger until I had time to get the "infrastructure" in place: padded bra at a minimum; cinch and padded panty for the full effect. A woman's quick slip-on-slip-off moment becomes a ten minute event as I slip on and slip off up to a half-dozen items (I'm counting each pad).
Now, I can cut that slip-on-slip-off time down to just slip-on. It's fine for me to leave on the dress (or last dress, if I bought a few), or to pick something else out of the Meg Collection to wear for the rest of the day.
What used to be a rushed event has become much more of a girl moment, and often the start of a girl evening.
I would bring home a dress and it would sit in the bag or on a hanger until I had time to get the "infrastructure" in place: padded bra at a minimum; cinch and padded panty for the full effect. A woman's quick slip-on-slip-off moment becomes a ten minute event as I slip on and slip off up to a half-dozen items (I'm counting each pad).
Now, I can cut that slip-on-slip-off time down to just slip-on. It's fine for me to leave on the dress (or last dress, if I bought a few), or to pick something else out of the Meg Collection to wear for the rest of the day.
What used to be a rushed event has become much more of a girl moment, and often the start of a girl evening.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Simple Pleasure: Open Planning
When it's time to prep for dress up, I can now take out what I want when I want to.
In the past, I needed to plan just to plan.
Now, I can pull out some dress options and try them on when I have time, not when those around me have time. It's much more relaxing when I don't have to make time twice ~ once for choosing and trying on, once for going out. And sometimes that first opportunity never presents itself and I have to take extra "getting ready" time to ensure I have the right outfit. Or sometimes it takes a few short stolen moments to choose and try on. And, of course, hide everything away in their own boxes and bags.
And today is the first of May....
In the past, I needed to plan just to plan.
Now, I can pull out some dress options and try them on when I have time, not when those around me have time. It's much more relaxing when I don't have to make time twice ~ once for choosing and trying on, once for going out. And sometimes that first opportunity never presents itself and I have to take extra "getting ready" time to ensure I have the right outfit. Or sometimes it takes a few short stolen moments to choose and try on. And, of course, hide everything away in their own boxes and bags.
And today is the first of May....
- Ted: Mayday! Mayday!
- Steve: "Mayday," what the heck is that?
- Johnny: Mayday? Why, that's the Russian New Year! We can have a big parade and serve hot hors d'oeuvres...
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Time to Get Ready!
It looks like y'all think I should just go to the meetup and have fun. I think I see your logic, and I just need to be alert to how the others in the group perceive me and plan to make it a one-time visit if it seems awkward. I think it'll be alright. If it's not, I wonder if I showed up in, say, six months in male mode if anyone would recognise me. If only my voice was more flexible!
I have been in my apartment for a month. I have not yet been out as Meg.
There's a lot of cleaning and organising to do, and not as much prep time as I'd like. I think my "have to do to make the apartment look nice" is nearing completion, and I can focus a bit more on getting out.
To that end, on Monday I made an appointment and on Tuesday I went to my favourite salon. I had my eyebrows waxed, as usual. I asked my technician (is there a better [ie, more femme] word for her?) to take off a little bit more, arch them a little bit more, than last time.
I also had a pedicure, with coloured nail polish. It's another of those "little pleasures," like seeing my tights hanging to dry, or seeing my jewelry box on the dresser. I can put up my feet and see that little bit of femininity, attached and firmly in place. I also asked her to paint a little picture on my big toes, which she did. I told her to choose ~ what does she paint well? You can tell me what you think. I like it.
I did something rare for me: I overrode a woman who's trying to help me. I asked her to pick a colour. Last time, I loved the shade she picked. This time, she started on my toes, smallest first, with a deep purple polish. I said "I'd prefer something redder." She tried to tell me that it's heading into winter and I should go with the deeper colour, but I told her I'm not going to be showing my toes outside, and I like red. She removed the polish and started over. (hint: always tip your salonlady well.)
And I had a manicure. Last time, I mentioned that my nails were in terrible shape, that they keep breaking. She suggested that having them buffed thinned the nails and that's why they broke. I've been resisting clear polish, but this time I thought I'd try it. So I now have polished fingernails. It's really not very noticeable, not very high gloss at all. It's more of a semi-gloss finish. I think it'll be fine and passable without comment.
I went from there to my favourite Haircuttery where, alas, my favourite haircutterylady was displaced by a lot of pre-teens and their parents. Instead of waiting, I left and I'll see what I can find locally. There are almost as many Haircutteries as Starbucks around here. I do find wigs fit better and there is less chance of stray grey showing from underneath if I get my hair cut before going out. And I get my neck trimmed which is important with many tops, when going out.
And I will be going out soon. I may have to make one more stop before getting out though: Meg does not have a single jacket or coat! The current forecast is for 60s on the weekend, which, for Meg, is non-coat weather.
Marian will be visiting Washington. I want to have a little girl time, but my weekend expects to be busy. More tomorrow!
I have been in my apartment for a month. I have not yet been out as Meg.
There's a lot of cleaning and organising to do, and not as much prep time as I'd like. I think my "have to do to make the apartment look nice" is nearing completion, and I can focus a bit more on getting out.
To that end, on Monday I made an appointment and on Tuesday I went to my favourite salon. I had my eyebrows waxed, as usual. I asked my technician (is there a better [ie, more femme] word for her?) to take off a little bit more, arch them a little bit more, than last time.
I also had a pedicure, with coloured nail polish. It's another of those "little pleasures," like seeing my tights hanging to dry, or seeing my jewelry box on the dresser. I can put up my feet and see that little bit of femininity, attached and firmly in place. I also asked her to paint a little picture on my big toes, which she did. I told her to choose ~ what does she paint well? You can tell me what you think. I like it.
I did something rare for me: I overrode a woman who's trying to help me. I asked her to pick a colour. Last time, I loved the shade she picked. This time, she started on my toes, smallest first, with a deep purple polish. I said "I'd prefer something redder." She tried to tell me that it's heading into winter and I should go with the deeper colour, but I told her I'm not going to be showing my toes outside, and I like red. She removed the polish and started over. (hint: always tip your salonlady well.)
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| Click to see the pic better. And that red toe is the one I broke! |
And I had a manicure. Last time, I mentioned that my nails were in terrible shape, that they keep breaking. She suggested that having them buffed thinned the nails and that's why they broke. I've been resisting clear polish, but this time I thought I'd try it. So I now have polished fingernails. It's really not very noticeable, not very high gloss at all. It's more of a semi-gloss finish. I think it'll be fine and passable without comment.
I went from there to my favourite Haircuttery where, alas, my favourite haircutterylady was displaced by a lot of pre-teens and their parents. Instead of waiting, I left and I'll see what I can find locally. There are almost as many Haircutteries as Starbucks around here. I do find wigs fit better and there is less chance of stray grey showing from underneath if I get my hair cut before going out. And I get my neck trimmed which is important with many tops, when going out.
And I will be going out soon. I may have to make one more stop before getting out though: Meg does not have a single jacket or coat! The current forecast is for 60s on the weekend, which, for Meg, is non-coat weather.
Marian will be visiting Washington. I want to have a little girl time, but my weekend expects to be busy. More tomorrow!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Staycation: Wednesday
Returning home day is always iffy. Morning is good ~ I slept in a favourite nightie, wore girl slippers around the house, and just enjoyed being Meg before becoming Me. I lose a lot when I lose that "g."
I never know when the family is coming home, so generally I'm packed up too soon. Before work, I put away most of my clothes and organised them better than they were on Sunday when I was aghast to see what my closet had become. I had to work a bit late because I had a meeting and I had to make up for my early Tuesday. I also had my final individual therapy session that day, which I wrote about separately.
So the evening wasn't much of a Meg evening, except for catching up on some mail to girlfriends and getting ahead with blog posts, and editing some pictures I'd have to hide if the family was here. And everyone here knew exactly what type of pictures I meant!
So when my wife called to say she was an hour or so away I had my male facade in place, my female accoutrements hidden away, and the house was looking relatively clean.
Next time!
I never know when the family is coming home, so generally I'm packed up too soon. Before work, I put away most of my clothes and organised them better than they were on Sunday when I was aghast to see what my closet had become. I had to work a bit late because I had a meeting and I had to make up for my early Tuesday. I also had my final individual therapy session that day, which I wrote about separately.
So the evening wasn't much of a Meg evening, except for catching up on some mail to girlfriends and getting ahead with blog posts, and editing some pictures I'd have to hide if the family was here. And everyone here knew exactly what type of pictures I meant!
So when my wife called to say she was an hour or so away I had my male facade in place, my female accoutrements hidden away, and the house was looking relatively clean.
Next time!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Staycation: Tuesday
The best bet for Tuesday was, some girls were going to Freddie's, as they did around twice a week. But I'm still not sure I'd enjoy myself at a club ~ I need to reach the tipping point where spending time with the girls outweighs the discomfort of clubbing. I do have some dresses that would be GREAT for a night out though!
Instead, I did laundry (boy and some girl clothes that I wore while housesitting). I put away clothes from that housesitting gig and figured I'd pass on the going-out part. I did something I've been wanting to do for a while: add some curves.
I have two pairs of padded panties. One has butt pads, one has butt and hip pads. I remember trying them on when I bought them and then putting them away. Sara wrote that she was playing with some padded panties and that reminded me that I wanted to try mine again. I had brought them for my away time, but there's a lot I didn't get to there.
The butt-only one has larger pads. The other one has one too-small (or one too-large) hip pad. Either way, they're not the same size.
Both are very tight. Very very tight.
Then I realised that that's a good thing. A very very good thing.
I pulled out a dress that I marked as "needs tuck" because otherwise there's a bulge where women shouldn't have one.
Not with these panties. I was s-m-o-o-o-o-o-t-h. And amazed. And a bit sad, because some of the skirts and dresses I gave to the swap I loved but I couldn't get rid of the bulge, no matter what I did.
I also pulled out some old wigs and tried them on and took some pictures. I still like the one I wear most the best, but I thought I'd share "former" looks. I also have a long auburn wig but during my dig I could not find my wig brush and I know that one will need serious brushing. It always needed serious brushing.
So the pictures are the result of shaking out each wig and running my hand through it to "brush" it.
Hey, it's just between us girls, right?
The first wig is, I believe, my first wig. I'm not sure where I got the blonde one from, but I did wear that one out once. The short wig I picked out of a catalogue and it's cute but you can see a bit of my "real" hair sticking out from underneath.
And by the way, the last picture shows the truest colours in that dress. And I decided I love that dress and will be wearing it out next time.
As for the wigs, I think I'll stick with my "new favourites." Click the pic to supersize.
Instead, I did laundry (boy and some girl clothes that I wore while housesitting). I put away clothes from that housesitting gig and figured I'd pass on the going-out part. I did something I've been wanting to do for a while: add some curves.
I have two pairs of padded panties. One has butt pads, one has butt and hip pads. I remember trying them on when I bought them and then putting them away. Sara wrote that she was playing with some padded panties and that reminded me that I wanted to try mine again. I had brought them for my away time, but there's a lot I didn't get to there.
The butt-only one has larger pads. The other one has one too-small (or one too-large) hip pad. Either way, they're not the same size.
Both are very tight. Very very tight.
Then I realised that that's a good thing. A very very good thing.
I pulled out a dress that I marked as "needs tuck" because otherwise there's a bulge where women shouldn't have one.
Not with these panties. I was s-m-o-o-o-o-o-t-h. And amazed. And a bit sad, because some of the skirts and dresses I gave to the swap I loved but I couldn't get rid of the bulge, no matter what I did.
I also pulled out some old wigs and tried them on and took some pictures. I still like the one I wear most the best, but I thought I'd share "former" looks. I also have a long auburn wig but during my dig I could not find my wig brush and I know that one will need serious brushing. It always needed serious brushing.
So the pictures are the result of shaking out each wig and running my hand through it to "brush" it.
Hey, it's just between us girls, right?
The first wig is, I believe, my first wig. I'm not sure where I got the blonde one from, but I did wear that one out once. The short wig I picked out of a catalogue and it's cute but you can see a bit of my "real" hair sticking out from underneath.
And by the way, the last picture shows the truest colours in that dress. And I decided I love that dress and will be wearing it out next time.
As for the wigs, I think I'll stick with my "new favourites." Click the pic to supersize.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Staycation: Monday
A couple of weeks ago, we all went to New York for the weekend. We came back Sunday night and my wife went to the beach with my youngest and a friend and her son. Right now, it's impossible for me to take a few days off ~ it was hard to take off the previous Friday to go to New York.
Normally, family-away-time equals Meg-time.
The plan was for them to be at the beach through Wednesday, which means, in theory, three days of dressing if I chose. Except the family wasn't planning to leave around 10AM on Monday (they left at 2), and coming home around 8pm on Wednesday, and of course there's sleeping and work which takes up, oh I don't know.... sixty percent of my time? Right now, work crunch is starting and I really can't take much time off. Normally, I would have done something like a half-day Monday for prep and clothing selection and such, then taken off Tuesday to go out, then used Wednesday afternoon to put everything away for next time. That wouldn't work this week.
So Monday would be get-ready time. I couldn't do any of that over the weekend, with the family in a small hotel room with me.
To start my preo, I waited until just after the shops opened. I called and (yay!) my salonlady was available. My 2pm meeting would end at 3, and I could make it to the mall by 4 so I set up an appointment for that time, to get my brows done and a manicure. My nails are a mess, several broke or split randomly so I thought a professional fix would be a good idea.
The best laid plans... my one hour 2pm meeting ran until 3:15 so I left a bit later than planned. But it was not too late. I got to the salon a few minutes to 4 and had a nice time chatting with my salon lady. I asked her to do my brows just a bit thinner and just a bit more shaped than last time, even though we agreed she wouldn't remember what she did. I said I'd like to do that "just a bit more" each time I came. She said eventually they'd just be women's brows and I agreed and said I'd tell her to trim them the same as last time at some point.
When I got home, I took some pictures so next time I can show her and say "just a bit more" than that.
My haircut lady was also available so I got my haircut ~ I like to make sure I don't have to worry about hair sticking out from under my wig (and I hate wig caps).
As long as the day was ticking on, I stopped to get some groceries and I looked at the cosmetics, specifically the lipsticks. I decided I want to see if I can find a lipstick colour that looks natural as a way to switch from the gloss if I'm in the mood. I settled on Maybelline #315, "Broadway Bronze."
I got home, and my planned early dinner was now a lat-ish dinner. Not a big deal. I had three things to do that evening: shave everywhere, pick clothing, and find a place to go.
I spent part of that time looking for something to do the following evening ~ I planned to leave work around 2, since I could work early and make up any short days later in the week.
I didn't have a lot of luck finding a place to go. The close-to-perfect place was that night: an GLBT group in DC was having a board game night. There was no way I could make it though and I continued looking for Tuesday events. I didn't find one, but thought I'd keep looking on Tuesday. I did get to the shaving portion of my day, and then I opened the closet door to look for an outfit and a nightgown. Uh-oh.
Staring me in the face was the realisation that after the abrupt end to my housesitting time I just kind of threw everything in my closet. The rest of Monday was spent pulling clothes out of random bags, hanging clothes up, leaving boxes and bags out for further organising.
It's not as good as dressing, but it's nice to just kind of hang out with femme clothes for a while. And it was very late before I got to bed.
Normally, family-away-time equals Meg-time.
The plan was for them to be at the beach through Wednesday, which means, in theory, three days of dressing if I chose. Except the family wasn't planning to leave around 10AM on Monday (they left at 2), and coming home around 8pm on Wednesday, and of course there's sleeping and work which takes up, oh I don't know.... sixty percent of my time? Right now, work crunch is starting and I really can't take much time off. Normally, I would have done something like a half-day Monday for prep and clothing selection and such, then taken off Tuesday to go out, then used Wednesday afternoon to put everything away for next time. That wouldn't work this week.
So Monday would be get-ready time. I couldn't do any of that over the weekend, with the family in a small hotel room with me.
To start my preo, I waited until just after the shops opened. I called and (yay!) my salonlady was available. My 2pm meeting would end at 3, and I could make it to the mall by 4 so I set up an appointment for that time, to get my brows done and a manicure. My nails are a mess, several broke or split randomly so I thought a professional fix would be a good idea.
The best laid plans... my one hour 2pm meeting ran until 3:15 so I left a bit later than planned. But it was not too late. I got to the salon a few minutes to 4 and had a nice time chatting with my salon lady. I asked her to do my brows just a bit thinner and just a bit more shaped than last time, even though we agreed she wouldn't remember what she did. I said I'd like to do that "just a bit more" each time I came. She said eventually they'd just be women's brows and I agreed and said I'd tell her to trim them the same as last time at some point.
When I got home, I took some pictures so next time I can show her and say "just a bit more" than that.
My haircut lady was also available so I got my haircut ~ I like to make sure I don't have to worry about hair sticking out from under my wig (and I hate wig caps).
As long as the day was ticking on, I stopped to get some groceries and I looked at the cosmetics, specifically the lipsticks. I decided I want to see if I can find a lipstick colour that looks natural as a way to switch from the gloss if I'm in the mood. I settled on Maybelline #315, "Broadway Bronze."
I got home, and my planned early dinner was now a lat-ish dinner. Not a big deal. I had three things to do that evening: shave everywhere, pick clothing, and find a place to go.
I spent part of that time looking for something to do the following evening ~ I planned to leave work around 2, since I could work early and make up any short days later in the week.
I didn't have a lot of luck finding a place to go. The close-to-perfect place was that night: an GLBT group in DC was having a board game night. There was no way I could make it though and I continued looking for Tuesday events. I didn't find one, but thought I'd keep looking on Tuesday. I did get to the shaving portion of my day, and then I opened the closet door to look for an outfit and a nightgown. Uh-oh.
Staring me in the face was the realisation that after the abrupt end to my housesitting time I just kind of threw everything in my closet. The rest of Monday was spent pulling clothes out of random bags, hanging clothes up, leaving boxes and bags out for further organising.
It's not as good as dressing, but it's nice to just kind of hang out with femme clothes for a while. And it was very late before I got to bed.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Little Oopsie
I think the "bug out" I wrote about was a little warning from my Muse to me. I was thinking of ordering a couple of Meg items while I was there ~ I'd order from Amazon or Zappos, places that I know do not follow up with snail mail catalogues and such, and, if they did, it would be innocuous. But if I have to run away for a couple of days, and that's when the package arrives.... I don't make any assumption of privacy. That comes from the kind of companies I work for.
I'd hate to come back to the house and find an open box with, say, my new corset or platform pumps sitting out. I do need to hide less, but I don't need to be stupid about it.
(I was going to label this "Danger Will Robinson" but I have the nagging feeling I've done that before.)
I'd hate to come back to the house and find an open box with, say, my new corset or platform pumps sitting out. I do need to hide less, but I don't need to be stupid about it.
(I was going to label this "Danger Will Robinson" but I have the nagging feeling I've done that before.)
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Moving Out/Moving In
As I mentioned, I had to move Meg out of the house and back in again. I was out for two nights right before Meg's first outing of the summer.
Originally, there were 22 boxes and bags, including my male stuff which of course could stay in the house while I was out. If anyone poked around they'd find shirts, pants, non-standard socks, and, oddly, no underwear.
I had to move nine boxes and thirteen bags out of the house. I left some stuff at my house: I picked up some stockings and a garter belt on freecycle; I left that at home. As much as I enjoy them and want to try them, I have more "must" stuff than "want" stuff. I do have a goal!
The reason I still had 22 packages was I had sorted things, so I had, for instance, a bag of tops and a box of skirts to replace the larger box of stuff. The dresses moved into two bags. Some packages stayed home.
I brought in my tops and skirts that I have tried and left most at home. I kept a few that I really like, on the assumption I'll be going out in them during the next few weeks.
I left my now HUGE swap bag at home. I think, by swap day, I'll have enough other items that even if I don't pick that up to swap I'll have plenty to share.
I also decided to leave all of the shoes I've tried on and want to keep (about ten pair) except for the two pair I planned to wear that week.
At the last minute, I decided to leave dresses I've logged (except for a few that I really want to wear ~ the ones that are nice enough or too heavy for summer, for instance, can stay home. Then I changed my mind again. The dresses I tried on were the "A" dresses ~ ones I'd pick first to wear out. I need to try on and perhaps swap those "B" dresses.
I also left a bag with makeup stuff I won't need (fake nails and such) and my old wigs at home. I do want to try on wigs and get rid of what isn't Meg, but I can bring those another day.
So I'm down to "only" seven boxes and six bags. I wonder what the neighbors think of this moving in and out dance?
Actually, I'm only mildly in "I care" mode about neighbors ~ in addition to picking up the newspaper in sandals every morning, I was doing yardwork in shorts and sandals the day of my move ~ the shorts were kind of obviously women's shorts (do any men's shorts have cuffs?) and my bright red toenails were on display for all. No-one came by though. I guess 100 degree temperatures discourage all but the most diehard walkers.
If anyone came down to the basement while I was at work last Wednesday, they'd know something was up. Even without opening a box they could look on the bed and see a wig, forms, jewelry. Makeup is out in the bathroom. A hanger has not only my dress but my bra, cinch, slip, and panties hanging from it.
I've been very anxious for a number of reasons: work, marriage, Meg. Some of Meg is caused by the hiding. I think I learned a lesson while I was breaking my back moving items.
Originally, there were 22 boxes and bags, including my male stuff which of course could stay in the house while I was out. If anyone poked around they'd find shirts, pants, non-standard socks, and, oddly, no underwear.
I had to move nine boxes and thirteen bags out of the house. I left some stuff at my house: I picked up some stockings and a garter belt on freecycle; I left that at home. As much as I enjoy them and want to try them, I have more "must" stuff than "want" stuff. I do have a goal!
The reason I still had 22 packages was I had sorted things, so I had, for instance, a bag of tops and a box of skirts to replace the larger box of stuff. The dresses moved into two bags. Some packages stayed home.
I brought in my tops and skirts that I have tried and left most at home. I kept a few that I really like, on the assumption I'll be going out in them during the next few weeks.
I left my now HUGE swap bag at home. I think, by swap day, I'll have enough other items that even if I don't pick that up to swap I'll have plenty to share.
I also decided to leave all of the shoes I've tried on and want to keep (about ten pair) except for the two pair I planned to wear that week.
At the last minute, I decided to leave dresses I've logged (except for a few that I really want to wear ~ the ones that are nice enough or too heavy for summer, for instance, can stay home. Then I changed my mind again. The dresses I tried on were the "A" dresses ~ ones I'd pick first to wear out. I need to try on and perhaps swap those "B" dresses.
I also left a bag with makeup stuff I won't need (fake nails and such) and my old wigs at home. I do want to try on wigs and get rid of what isn't Meg, but I can bring those another day.
So I'm down to "only" seven boxes and six bags. I wonder what the neighbors think of this moving in and out dance?
Actually, I'm only mildly in "I care" mode about neighbors ~ in addition to picking up the newspaper in sandals every morning, I was doing yardwork in shorts and sandals the day of my move ~ the shorts were kind of obviously women's shorts (do any men's shorts have cuffs?) and my bright red toenails were on display for all. No-one came by though. I guess 100 degree temperatures discourage all but the most diehard walkers.
If anyone came down to the basement while I was at work last Wednesday, they'd know something was up. Even without opening a box they could look on the bed and see a wig, forms, jewelry. Makeup is out in the bathroom. A hanger has not only my dress but my bra, cinch, slip, and panties hanging from it.
I've been very anxious for a number of reasons: work, marriage, Meg. Some of Meg is caused by the hiding. I think I learned a lesson while I was breaking my back moving items.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Back In The Closet
By Saturday, July 7, Meg had pretty much taken over the house.
An upstairs bedroom had a table. Her makeup was on the table, ready for a dry run before going out. Tops and skirts to try on, as well as a dozen or so dresses, were hanging in that closet. She put aside looking at tops and skirts so she could find a dress for Wednesday and Friday, when she'd be out.
The basement had the rest of her stuff: a drawer full of panties, more clothes in the closet including a copious number of camisoles waiting to be tried on.
And so on.
I was definitely enjoying this freedom, which definitely improved my overall mood and outlook on life.
Then the homeowner called. His college-age daughter would be staying Sunday and Monday. "You can stay, of course," he said. "No I can't," I said.
So Sunday morning involved rapid fire dress and shoe try-ons, followed by The Packing of Meg.
Some stuff made a one-way trip. Skirts and tops I like mostly stayed at the house. I don't need 25 or more of each ~ I'm not going out that much, and I have more that I haven't reviewed yet. I brought back five skirts and two tops. I don't know why I didn't leave more dresses, but maybe I'm more hopeful that I can get out more. I'm more likely to wear a dress than an outfit. I just love them more.
Most items stayed in the car. And now I'm back in the drawers/closets/etc and I did get out last week, so it wasn't horrible.
An upstairs bedroom had a table. Her makeup was on the table, ready for a dry run before going out. Tops and skirts to try on, as well as a dozen or so dresses, were hanging in that closet. She put aside looking at tops and skirts so she could find a dress for Wednesday and Friday, when she'd be out.
The basement had the rest of her stuff: a drawer full of panties, more clothes in the closet including a copious number of camisoles waiting to be tried on.
And so on.
I was definitely enjoying this freedom, which definitely improved my overall mood and outlook on life.
Then the homeowner called. His college-age daughter would be staying Sunday and Monday. "You can stay, of course," he said. "No I can't," I said.
So Sunday morning involved rapid fire dress and shoe try-ons, followed by The Packing of Meg.
Some stuff made a one-way trip. Skirts and tops I like mostly stayed at the house. I don't need 25 or more of each ~ I'm not going out that much, and I have more that I haven't reviewed yet. I brought back five skirts and two tops. I don't know why I didn't leave more dresses, but maybe I'm more hopeful that I can get out more. I'm more likely to wear a dress than an outfit. I just love them more.
Most items stayed in the car. And now I'm back in the drawers/closets/etc and I did get out last week, so it wasn't horrible.
Friday, June 22, 2012
No Clue
I have absolutely no idea what the heck I'm doing.
Starting some time this weekend I will be housesitting for my manager. I will also be getting a six week break so I can think and hopefully decide how I can get a derailed life back on track.
My wife doesn't think so.
I spent the time while she was at the beach trying to decide what to bring, Megwise, to the house. On top of everything else, I do plan to be as Meggish as possible when in the house.
The first thing I noticed is, Meg has an awful lot of stuff. I'm bring a lot, but not an awful lot. I want to cull what I have. I want to seriously assess every top, skirt, dress, and pair of shoes to see what works and what doesn't; what fits and what doesn't; what I feel comfortable wearing outside and what I don't. I expect to bring back a lot less clothing than I'm bringing. Goodwill, or the clothing swap will benefit.
I'm a bit concerned about my privacy as well.
This is a neighborhood where the neighbors all seem to know each other and what's going on. They keep an eye on each other. My manager said "if you hear the garage door open, don't worry. It's probably my neighbor. I keep his lawnmower in my garage and he comes in to borrow it back." He also mentioned that his other daughter, who lives in Richmond, may come back for some reason or another. He also said that neighborhood kids cut through his yard as a shortcut, and he's OK with that.
I am not ready to come out at work, so this may all be a problem. Nonetheless, I'm bringing a lot of clothes and I'll be careful bordering on paranoia, and my trips out will be limited. I don't expect to be doing yardwork or sitting on the rear deck in a top and skirt.
Oh... I also have a customer who lives two houses away. I haven't been to her house in about three years, but still....
Maybe all of this is meant to encourage me to spend more time on my relationships and less time on playing dressup. So to speak.
Starting some time this weekend I will be housesitting for my manager. I will also be getting a six week break so I can think and hopefully decide how I can get a derailed life back on track.
My wife doesn't think so.
I spent the time while she was at the beach trying to decide what to bring, Megwise, to the house. On top of everything else, I do plan to be as Meggish as possible when in the house.
The first thing I noticed is, Meg has an awful lot of stuff. I'm bring a lot, but not an awful lot. I want to cull what I have. I want to seriously assess every top, skirt, dress, and pair of shoes to see what works and what doesn't; what fits and what doesn't; what I feel comfortable wearing outside and what I don't. I expect to bring back a lot less clothing than I'm bringing. Goodwill, or the clothing swap will benefit.
I'm a bit concerned about my privacy as well.
This is a neighborhood where the neighbors all seem to know each other and what's going on. They keep an eye on each other. My manager said "if you hear the garage door open, don't worry. It's probably my neighbor. I keep his lawnmower in my garage and he comes in to borrow it back." He also mentioned that his other daughter, who lives in Richmond, may come back for some reason or another. He also said that neighborhood kids cut through his yard as a shortcut, and he's OK with that.
I am not ready to come out at work, so this may all be a problem. Nonetheless, I'm bringing a lot of clothes and I'll be careful bordering on paranoia, and my trips out will be limited. I don't expect to be doing yardwork or sitting on the rear deck in a top and skirt.
Oh... I also have a customer who lives two houses away. I haven't been to her house in about three years, but still....
Maybe all of this is meant to encourage me to spend more time on my relationships and less time on playing dressup. So to speak.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Tonight?
As of now, I still don't know what's going on this afternoon.
My oldest kid has something: headache, sore throat but no cold symptoms.
My youngest kid is mending fine.
My wife can't shake her cold/flu thing.
I'm fine right now. I think.
I'm planning on leaving work early this afternoon. I don't yet know if it's to change and go out or pack and have an overnight.
Look for an update by noon.
My oldest kid has something: headache, sore throat but no cold symptoms.
My youngest kid is mending fine.
My wife can't shake her cold/flu thing.
I'm fine right now. I think.
I'm planning on leaving work early this afternoon. I don't yet know if it's to change and go out or pack and have an overnight.
Look for an update by noon.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Weekend Update Update
It looks like my wife is going with the boys to the concert.
This means Meg can go out Friday afternoon and evening.
Except there's two possible problems. They're not really problems, but I don't always look on the bright side of life.
First, I need something to do, or someone to do something with, or both. I don't want to just go to the mall and walk around and go home. I may visit the local synagogue (although not my synagogue). If I have time, I'll see if there are any local ladies on URNA who might want to get together. I'd like to go shopping, dinner, a movie... but not on my own.
Second, last weekend my youngest and my wife were sick. They're still hacking and coughing. My oldest was home for spring break; yesterday, he sent me a note: he's sick too. I'm hoping I either dodged the bullet or it'll play itself out before the weekend (or wait a few days).
I have been preparing. I don't mind ~ it's all stuff I like to do anyway. I'm pretty hair-free right now. I'm trying to make time today or tomorrow to get my haircut and eyebrows waxed. I went to TJ Maxx and bought two new dresses.
Update: I have a brow appointment for 3:30. I'll get my haircut afterwards. There's a Sephora, a VS, and an H&M in between the two salons. I may pick up something.
And I have a schedule:
* the boys leave from school around 2:30.
* I plan to arrive home around 2:30. I would take off earlier, but maybe someone forgot something and they have to head home first. So 2:30 it is.
* shower, shave, dress and I should be ready to go at 4:30
* IF I decide to go for a manicure, I can be at the mall at 5.
* I should be done and dry by 6.
Now all I need is something to do. Shopping is looking better, but if that's all I'm doing I'll skip the nails. At TJ Maxx, the price of a manicure can buy a top and skirt.
AND, even if I don't get out, I have two new dresses. Yay!
This means Meg can go out Friday afternoon and evening.
Except there's two possible problems. They're not really problems, but I don't always look on the bright side of life.
First, I need something to do, or someone to do something with, or both. I don't want to just go to the mall and walk around and go home. I may visit the local synagogue (although not my synagogue). If I have time, I'll see if there are any local ladies on URNA who might want to get together. I'd like to go shopping, dinner, a movie... but not on my own.
Second, last weekend my youngest and my wife were sick. They're still hacking and coughing. My oldest was home for spring break; yesterday, he sent me a note: he's sick too. I'm hoping I either dodged the bullet or it'll play itself out before the weekend (or wait a few days).
I have been preparing. I don't mind ~ it's all stuff I like to do anyway. I'm pretty hair-free right now. I'm trying to make time today or tomorrow to get my haircut and eyebrows waxed. I went to TJ Maxx and bought two new dresses.
Update: I have a brow appointment for 3:30. I'll get my haircut afterwards. There's a Sephora, a VS, and an H&M in between the two salons. I may pick up something.
And I have a schedule:
* the boys leave from school around 2:30.
* I plan to arrive home around 2:30. I would take off earlier, but maybe someone forgot something and they have to head home first. So 2:30 it is.
* shower, shave, dress and I should be ready to go at 4:30
* IF I decide to go for a manicure, I can be at the mall at 5.
* I should be done and dry by 6.
Now all I need is something to do. Shopping is looking better, but if that's all I'm doing I'll skip the nails. At TJ Maxx, the price of a manicure can buy a top and skirt.
AND, even if I don't get out, I have two new dresses. Yay!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Weekend Update
Last week, I mentioned that the boys have tickets to a concert a fair distance from the house. I said there were four options:
* trust the boys to go alone, stay in a hotel together, and make it back the next day.
* I go with the boys
* my wife goes with the boys.
* we all go.
I said I liked option 3, because that means a Meg day (Friday night to go out, Saturday morning to put everything away and comfortable nightwear in between).
My wife is leaning towards option 1. She thinks it'll be a good experience and teach them a bit about being on their own ~ something schools do not teach well.
I'm still nervous, but maybe she has a point. And it also occurred to me that I can use that weekend to see if my wife is interested in walking the walk: I'll do Meg anyway.
Thursday night, I started preparing. I shaved my arms so they'll be easier to keep clean by week's end. Last weekend was a mess because of chess, but tonight I'll touch up my arms and shave my legs. I'm going to see if I can find something new to wear this week, and I may see if I can take a bit of time to get my hair cut and brows waxed. If I can't get those grooming events, I'll spend some time on my brows (I've been neglecting them) and make an appointment with my favourite spa lady ~ the one who usually does my brows ~ to give Meg a manicure Friday afternoon. I think she'd like to meet Meg. I talk about her a lot.
* trust the boys to go alone, stay in a hotel together, and make it back the next day.
* I go with the boys
* my wife goes with the boys.
* we all go.
I said I liked option 3, because that means a Meg day (Friday night to go out, Saturday morning to put everything away and comfortable nightwear in between).
My wife is leaning towards option 1. She thinks it'll be a good experience and teach them a bit about being on their own ~ something schools do not teach well.
I'm still nervous, but maybe she has a point. And it also occurred to me that I can use that weekend to see if my wife is interested in walking the walk: I'll do Meg anyway.
Thursday night, I started preparing. I shaved my arms so they'll be easier to keep clean by week's end. Last weekend was a mess because of chess, but tonight I'll touch up my arms and shave my legs. I'm going to see if I can find something new to wear this week, and I may see if I can take a bit of time to get my hair cut and brows waxed. If I can't get those grooming events, I'll spend some time on my brows (I've been neglecting them) and make an appointment with my favourite spa lady ~ the one who usually does my brows ~ to give Meg a manicure Friday afternoon. I think she'd like to meet Meg. I talk about her a lot.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Travelling Again
As I mentioned, I had another trip to Arizona. It was my shortest trip yet: due to other considerations at work I couldn't go until Wednesday, and due to the fact that I was spending my Meg budget on hotels and meals, I couldn't stay until Sunday.
My suitcase wasn't quite as full as usual. Realistically, the difference between four work overnights and two work overnights is just a shirt and a pair of pants. But Meg's breastforms take up almost half of my case. Add a pair of shoes (two for two days as Meg) and it's easily half. Makeup, jewelry, wig, brush.... It takes a lot of real estate. I think if I was packing for my drab self for those three nights I could have packed in a bowling bag instead of a suitcase that would have to go in the overhead. I check my bag anyway. I don't want to worry about my makeup remover being over three ounces. And I hate lugging a suitcase through the airport.
My plan, as I mentioned a few days ago, was to get out of the office on Friday, drive to Tucson, change, probably go to synagogue again, and meet one of my friends for dinner. I was also eying the casino that was not too far from the hotel. And if could get out early enough, I'd go to Alice Rae's Intimate Apparel. Dorothy has been egging me on ever since we met. Alice Rae's closes at 5:30 which meant an hour before services but I'm sure I could find some additional shopping.
By Thursday night I had gotten rid of my body hair, I tried out (and liked) the lipstick/gloss I brought, and I was ready for Friday night. Since I had to check out in the morning, I packed everything carefully, with my day clothes out and my Meg clothes at the top of the case, and went to bed at around 11 Arizona time. Oddly, I wasn't that tired, even though that was 1am Eastern.
Then things started to fall apart.
My suitcase wasn't quite as full as usual. Realistically, the difference between four work overnights and two work overnights is just a shirt and a pair of pants. But Meg's breastforms take up almost half of my case. Add a pair of shoes (two for two days as Meg) and it's easily half. Makeup, jewelry, wig, brush.... It takes a lot of real estate. I think if I was packing for my drab self for those three nights I could have packed in a bowling bag instead of a suitcase that would have to go in the overhead. I check my bag anyway. I don't want to worry about my makeup remover being over three ounces. And I hate lugging a suitcase through the airport.
My plan, as I mentioned a few days ago, was to get out of the office on Friday, drive to Tucson, change, probably go to synagogue again, and meet one of my friends for dinner. I was also eying the casino that was not too far from the hotel. And if could get out early enough, I'd go to Alice Rae's Intimate Apparel. Dorothy has been egging me on ever since we met. Alice Rae's closes at 5:30 which meant an hour before services but I'm sure I could find some additional shopping.
By Thursday night I had gotten rid of my body hair, I tried out (and liked) the lipstick/gloss I brought, and I was ready for Friday night. Since I had to check out in the morning, I packed everything carefully, with my day clothes out and my Meg clothes at the top of the case, and went to bed at around 11 Arizona time. Oddly, I wasn't that tired, even though that was 1am Eastern.
Then things started to fall apart.
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