I'm Just Sayin'...

I don't like to rush my writing, but it's late, and I'm prepping for Saturday's meeting, but I do want to say some things. We'll see how it goes...

Thanks to all for the comments on the previous post. I asked for an intervention, and most of you took it to heart. Excellent! I truly need to get some tough love. If you all could come around and slap the back of my head in conjunction with your advice next time, I might make some progress. But watch out for hugs, I have very long arms.

I am tempering my depression lately by buying stuff online. Moments ago, I ordered more underwear from Soma. Five panties and a camisole, right at thirty bucks. I just got underwear from them in January. How much is enough? Am I going to keep shoveling shoes and lingerie into the hole in my heart? It does make me feel better to have pretty things, but that's an incredibly superficial thing to say. I'm not proud.

I have purchased three pairs of shoes from Payless so far this year. I have crossed that boundary that Petra wrote about recently. She said that after one reaches ten pairs of heels, one loses all sense of limits. It sounded true when I read it, and I promptly proved it to myself. I now look once or twice a week to see if anything grabs my fancy. Self-control be damned.

True story: When I picked up my recent order at Payless, an older lady was running the place by herself. She started by telling me where the men's shoes were when I entered. I told her that I was there to pick up my order. I told her the name and she went to the back. Normally, the clerk removes the shoes from the shipping box, inspects the shoes for damage, and packs the shoe boxes in a bag for easy carrying. This woman handed me the open, but unprocessed, box. She told me, "You can try those on to see if they fit, er, oh, those are women's shoes. Do want to check to make sure that's what she ordered?" It was hard to tell, but I believe that she had no clue that the shoes were for me. The younger clerks have had no such illusions, but have been very professional, and I never felt embarrassed. This encounter was very strange for me, and probably for her, once she thought about it for a time. I confirmed that the shoes were the correct order, and I clumsily carried the bulky box out under my arm. Ah, well, that won't stop me from ordering again.

I will have more to write after my meeting, and with luck, I'll have a pic or two. I'm chuffed about the outfit that I have assembled to go with my new favorite heels. I have acquired some good concealer that I have been wearing in daily boy life this week under my eyes. I have also done the most radical shaping of my eyebrows ever. It still passes muster in guy world, I think, but it's quite dramatic by my meager standards. I hope it all comes together well on Saturday.