|Honestly, who wouldn't want to wake up and find that they|
look like Catelyn Tully Stark?
Tilly has retired for the evening to the spare room to write. I wore my purple cami to work today and enjoyed it so much that I stopped off at the supermarket on the way home and invested in some knickers (pink and purple) and another pack of camisoles (pink and purple again). In all, the three purchases (2x camisole packs and 1x pack of knickers) set me back just £7, which I'm thinking is good value.
Beer review will similarly have to wait, I'm just not capable of making any sense right now as I am tired.
I shall leave you with some Bronski Beat:
|Ah, also, very yes.|
Simply put, the point was the feminine cut of the clothing. A long time ago I forgot, genuinely forgot, to pack nightwear on a trip south with the family. Tilly offered me a t-shirt of hers to wear with my boxers (I always pack three spare pairs of boxers and socks on trips, don't ask me why, I just do) as it was a cold night in a cheap and nasty hotel. The feeling was delicious and the only difference I could find was the fact that the waist was slightly differently cut and the whole thing was designed to hug my body rather than fall around it. I suppose that the camisole has the same effect.
|I imagine this to be truth.|
But especially if one is female.
Wearing a camisole today was unremarkable, but in a very positive way. I got nothing from knowing that I was cross-dressed around people who did not know (I've done that before with under-dressing), instead I just felt very comfortable. I was me. I mean, work is allowing me to be myself in a way that I hadn't realised how much I hadn't been for the last three years but the addition of a camisole just nudged that further along. This is me, it's who I am. It's the hole I've been staring into for the life of this blog so far and now I'm beginning to realise that there is something in there.