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
Courtesy of hot weather, late nights and copious vino my last couple of blog posts have strayed a little from the idea behind this little project, bad Drab-Mode, so Sarah here to talk about….. FASHION! Well, not so far from previous posts, because as well as talking about my favourite Fashions I’m going to compare… Continue reading Fashion, darlings, Fashion
Life is an interesting set of temporal points that we, in the present, continually replay rather than live in the moment. I’ve yet to meet any human being who isn’t either stuck in the groove (apology for those who grew up after the decline of the record player) of historical rose-tinted repeats, or yearning to… Continue reading T-Evolution – the origin story
So, it’s past midnight, the day’s coffee is dancing around the inside of my head and preventing me from slipping off into whatever fever-like dreams my mind fancies enjoying tonight, so let’s address one of the issues that T-Gurls have – admirers. I’m going to be honest. I’m heterosexual (*immediately* the readership of the blog… Continue reading Admiring the admirers…..
I want to try and write this blog post without using the word ‘Period’. Damn, failed already. Let me explain. For the majority of my time I feel no need, no urge, no compulsion to let Sarah out for her fun. It’s just not there. I don’t suddenly think of her and get a guilt… Continue reading When is a Fetish not a Fetish?