My, hasn’t time flown by? According to my dashboard at WordPress this blog is two years old (slightly more, meant to write this last week but real-drab-life got in the way). One of my careers is as a professional author and I’ve officially passed the word count of my four published novels *easily* with this… Continue reading [Fashion] Happy Birthday, TransRetroGurl….

Thought about writing this one for a while but constantly kept telling myself no, readers of this blog want gushes of fashion or odd British takes on the mild absurdity of being a cross-dresser. Not that it’s absurd, it’s more the society we live in that’s absurd, but that’s by the by. This is a… Continue reading [Advice] The Tale of the Telling. Or, what on earth to do when you get caught….

So, I’ve been a bit heavy lately, and for that I apologise. Blame it on the changing of the season, too much drab time, work, the world in general if you want. But I have been a bit introspective and while there’s a time for that, there has to be a time for fun as… Continue reading [NSFW] Tranny-Tropes, Fantasies and Realities

Going for a twofur today, this will be a little piece on an observation I’ve been making lately about, err, the condition I find myself in. The second will be a proper full-on gush around one of all time favourite purveyors of frocks, HellBunny. In some of my more reflective moments I tend to try… Continue reading [Philosophy] The Frill Of It All

Been a while? Of course it has. <insert_apology_here>. Right, with that done, let’s have some fun. So, I was bordering on giving all this up. Yeah, yeah, I know, normal transvestite guilt attack, but I was feeling burnt out. The sessions, which were all magnificent, were hard for me to organise and fate was playing… Continue reading [Fashion] Living the HouseWife Dream…

I love my job. There, said it. Admittedly it took twenty-five years of terrible jobs to find this one, but it’s different. It doesn’t feel like a job, I wake up every morning looking forward to the day and most days I couldn’t tell you which day it was. It’s a good life. However, once… Continue reading [Humour] Political Correctness, and why it should go f*ck itself. And frocks, of course.

Intrigued by the title, yeah? Good. My last post, written such a long time ago (five mins) was a little, well, dark and self-indulgent. And while I love playing the part of the burning martyress, life needs to have a degree of fun and lightness. This isn’t it. This is a bit of fun where… Continue reading [Humour] Infrequently asked questions about life, love, frocks and the capacity of my throat…

Reader warning! If you read this you’ll find I’m at the bottom of a cycle at the moment, so this is a bit of a self-absorbed rant. Call it a cathartic purge. To make up for it I’m writing another frock-tale blog post straight after, so if you’re here for gushing and fashion talk, I’d… Continue reading [Philosophy] Dealing, or not dealing, with the drabs…

Broken record time, ‘sorry for not writing more often’ etc etc. To make up for it, I’ll try and bash two out today, this one, which is going to be something that resonates with a lot of you girls, hopefully, and a more fun one. I had another superb makeover session a couple of weeks… Continue reading [Philosophy] Crossing the T-Line, blurring the boundaries….

I’m aware my last couple of posts have been a little introspective so, hell with it, let’s have a frock-obsessed post for a change. I have a thing about Forties Fashion. There, said it. As a drab-monger I haven’t changed my look since 1983 (black jeans, black T-shirt, varying levels of swelling/shrinking as fad diet… Continue reading [Fashion] Fixated on Forties’ Frockage