…it raineth every day
so goes the old song. I know a lot of folk songs that have the word rain in them, I wonder why?
I have been thinking to myself that it would be nicer to be more feminine. Wear pretty clothes and nice shoes and be more elegant. Not to attract men, though I am sure Paul will be pleased but to feel good about myself. I am, and always have been a tomboy. I was the first one up the tree, the first one down the hill on the dodgy bike, I put on a dress and then look in the mirror, think for a second, take it off and put on the jeans. phew, safe again.I get tired sometimes though of the baggy sweats and the jeans and the practical but nice tops and shirts I have. I do have some really nice clothes but they hang waiting for the excuse to wear them.
Its only in recent years I could wear tight clothes, when I was younger I wore huge voluminous dresses and flowing tops and skirts over jeans so my ass wasn’t in view. I am ok about that now but I still am aware of it.
Part of my problem I reckon is the weather. In ireland it is cold and rainy and there are very few days where it is warm enough to venture out in t shirts and short skirts. I like being warm, I like being comfortable and there is no way on earth I am ever ever going outside my front door on a cold december night in a short skirt and heels just to look good in the pub. Not going to happen.
So, i look out my window at the rain and I wonder is it possible to buy really warm wooly tights to wear under a skirt so i can look more feminine and still be warm. Can I get cool boots with felt lining to keep my tootsies nice and cosy and do I dare go outside without my insulated hat and leave the body warmer with the really nice hood at home.






April 17th, 2009 at 12:32 pm
I resemble this post. I have some gorgeous girly clothes but they only come out in the sun, the WARM sun. The rest of the year I think I dress just like you do. And for pretty the exact same reasons.
April 18th, 2009 at 4:23 pm
i remember being on a bicycle, wrapped up to the nines on a freezing cold January night, watching the girls in tights and high heels and (very) short skirts shiver their way from a club to the taxi line and I think I used to see them as a different species to me. I couldn’t understand how they could actually survive dressed like that in the winter.
April 20th, 2009 at 10:14 am
Many years ago I had to take an MMPI test to determine the level of depression I was suffering. I’ll never forget that one of the questions to assess my sanity was:
Does the patient dress appropriately for the weather? Duh. I’m more sane than those gals? I *knew* it.