No, not me! (Oh, how I wish I were)
I started this little part of me that says “Here I am at last, the woman I was so afraid to share with even myself, never mind the big wide world” just two months ago, and today I registered my 21st follower!
Thank you all so very much for taking an interest, and for your caring and supportive comments. I truly appreciate that you’re all out there and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it and reading your own blogs. 🙂
So today, my first full day of freedom at home … and the place looks like a tart’s parlour!
There are things thrown everywhere; skirts falling off beds, blouses hanging from places where blouses shouldn’t hang, shoes are “somewhere”, my wig is being kept in shape by being perched over the shade of a bedside lamp … you get the picture?
The bathroom has taken on a new, and I must say vastly improved, colour scheme with various elements of my make-up, brushes, little padded stick thingies and nail varnishes scattered about.
At last my handbag and purse are on the kitchen worktop and the place is looking like a woman lives here and not an androgynous robot from the planet Tidy.
I slept in my bra and panties last night, which was a first. Ok so it may not be “normal”, but the point is I “could”!
Today I’m bumbling around in a skirt and top, and I don’t have to panic change before wifey gets home. (Five more weeks of this … YAY!)
Tomorrow I will have to get some of it organised and cleared up a bit, but until then “Yay for me” and “Yay for freedom!”
(Editor’s Note: Parts of this post were written by a crazy woman who really needs to get a grip of herself. Please feel free to ignore them.)