It’s been an odd couple of days. Welcome to ‘Understatement Theatre’. There’s a lot of emotion and reflection going on inside my head at the moment, with drab-me pacing up and down, stepping over Sarah’s discarded pink heels and empty bottles of nail polish, looking pensively to her little girl-pad where she resides, just behind… Continue reading Reflections – me, her, his, she, he, what?

I had to pick an image that represented some form of surprise because, boy, am I surprised and happy right now. So, I did it. I built up my confidence, I told my best friend in the world that there was something I needed to tell him that was important, that I couldn’t tell him… Continue reading Through the Looking Glass

It’s been a long day. Scratch that, it’s been almost two long days, seeing as it started at 5:42am with a combination of an alarm on my phone blasting some Alkaline Trio at me and my cat deciding she wanted to escalate her habit of waking me up by biting, playfully, my knee. But I… Continue reading Pausing to smell the Perfume…

Five days down and the rush and the itch is still with me, which is rather like getting drunk on Saturday and waking up not sober on Wednesday. It’s subsiding a little, and by a little I mean I only check Flickr and the other sites every sixty minutes now, rather than the fifteen or… Continue reading Four False Words – ‘They are only clothes’

I never had myself down as a repressed individual. Possibly because I was so repressed that I’d gone out the far side of self-denial, but I’d like to think I wasn’t that easy to distract. Where was I? Ah yes, chasing the dragon. I’ve learned some very interesting things about myself since I started this… Continue reading Upping the Auntie, excuse the pun

Subterfuge. It’s not a fun word to say but boy you get used to the concept very quickly when you’re a gurl-in-the-closet. For me Sarah, and the incarnations she went through (in order Diane the 80s chick, Julie the 2010’er and now Sarah) spent a long time in a very small closet. My other half… Continue reading The name is Bond, Jemima Bond

And then the inevitable come down. It’s been two days since the last photo-shoot which was sublime and utterly enjoyable, and my hormones, or rather Sarah’s hormones, are all over the shop at the moment. I suppose it’s a sign of obsession. I’ve put some short and very fun videos up on Flickr that really… Continue reading Obsession and Inhibition

And another makeover done. This one rocked, if you’ll pardon my 80s speak, but it was bookended by some seriously stressful and hysterically ‘Planes Trains and Automobiles’ frustrating travel. As I mentioned in the previous blog, I like to prepare. What’s a little sad about it is I can’t find it in myself to look… Continue reading Stress, relief, stress – the tale of a remote makeover

Two days until my next session and I’ve got the nerves already. It’s mad, but I still get petrified when I have a makeover session, and my brain, in its own little odd, handbags-at-dawn kind of way rationalises away the trepidation. By planning. For some reason drab-mode-me has to plan everything to the n-th degree,… Continue reading Agony and Ecstasy -logistics of a makeover

I wasn’t going to post this in the light of what happened in Florida early in the week, but then I realised that the only thing I should do is to post. I’d write a blog about my thoughts around the whole ISIL/terrorism/lack of peace in our time but life is too short and too… Continue reading Playing a Role, the Emasculation-Nation