Coming Clean about 2010.

Hi Every one, Happy new year again.

I know some of you are probably wondering what happened in the weight department, since I copied Helen last January, and telling you gorgeous girls I was going to lose some weight. I use the Wii Keep Fit plus to ensure I keep an eye on things, and for some fun exercising stuff. Mid year saw me drop out of the overweight band, but it was a – ‘is she, isn’t she’ thing – and I promised myself I wouldn’t brag about it, until I stayed out of the darn thing for a whole week. Hmmm, and no, you didn’t miss the earth-shattering event. And then we went on trips, and holidays, and it went back up. However, I ended the year half a stone lighter than I started, so I want to repeat that this year. The sad news is that I put 6 lbs. on over xmas and the new year – how silly is that; I could have been nearly a stone lighter with a bit more common sense in the nibble department – LoL.

Eyebrows! You remember we got the tip about using a comb and a razor to keep them trimmed? Tina commented that she users an electric trimmer. Well – I got one for Xmas, and before I went to bed Xmas day, I was in my bathroom trying it out. Brilliant little gadget, and works so well with the comb technique on the eyebrows.

Underdressing. For you girls who are out and about, or who get plenty of en femme time at home, underdressing isn’t probably a necessity. To me, with so little en femme time, it’s a way of feminising my time as much as possible while I’m in the closet. It isn’t a fetish thing that turns me on – it’s a way of feeling comfortable within my persona; a way of keeping as much girliness in my life as possible. And a bit of, one-up-womanship, over Mrs A, which is a bit naughty, and bitchy perhaps, but it helps me believe in a future of sorts, no matter how unattainable or believable. Does that make sense, believing in the unbelievable?

I so adore my bathroom. I get up to all my girlie things here. I like to begin my day here, getting dressed, putting on some eyeshadow, using girl creams, doing those eyebrows etc. In the evening I check out nails and stuff, and pluck and pamper myself, night creams and whatever. I shower and get ready for bed, and get things ready for the next day, clean tights at the ready etc. At this time of the year, wearing jumpers means that I can wear feminine t-shirts un-discovered. I adore the winter.

The problem with getting away with being girlie is that there is a sadness there too – I would so like to be a girl with Jay’s blessing. I’d so like like not to be a liar.

Happy new Year, Hugs Anna x



I’ve been shopping again, but this time, I’m into accessory-ising – at least, I think that’s what it is. I’ve bought a ladies watch, and the neat thing about it is, it has spring loaded half bands, that clamp around your wrist. I can whip it on an off in seconds. I wore it all afternoon and evening the other day, hidden under a long sleeve sweatshirt. But like all wearable contraband, it’s so easy to forget you have it on. I started undressing the other night in our bedroom, Jay was doing a crossword in bed, and I had to nonchalantly pull my trousers back up over my panties, and finish changing in my bathroom – LoL. Just as well she had her head in the crossword, and not on me.

We replaced the down stairs bath with a walk-in-shower, which is next to our bedroom; this was for Jay’s hip problems, and then we built a dormer bathroom with another walk-in-shower in the roof. This is mine. I adore it. It’s my girlie zone – unknown to every one else of course – I feel so feminine on my own in there, and I’ve secreted some of my girlie bits there too. I know it’s a bit risky, but so far, Jay hasn’t shown any disposition towards searches, and it’s nice to have things handy, and not hidden behind a wall of boxes. It’s where I practise my make-up, do waxing and plucking etc. Talking of plucking, I have noticed a tiny problem here, the regrowth is very dark at first, so they show up quite a bit before they get long enough for re-plucking. Yes – I can see some of you thinking already – is she cut out for this girlie stuff? Forever complaining about thick eyeliner, nails always growing, eyebrows always growing – and you can add to that, thin lips. I just can’t get them to look right yet with my lippo on. But it’s fun practising. 

I want some feminine spectacles next, to go with the planned new hairstyle – well, wig. At the moment I’m just thinking of those off the shelf ones at the local chemist, (spectacles, not wigs that is). I realise they are only fit for reading, or in this case, reading and self portraits – LoL. You never know, you may get to see what a sight I am. I do have a pair of glasses that are unisex, which Jay doesn’t like of course, but they are single-focal ones, set up to use at computers. I got them on that – buy one, get one free thing. To me, they don’t look feminine enough.

 Things at home got a bit sticky, and so I’ve stopped using the net when Jay is around. I was being a bit blatant about it, in fact the blatantness was terrific. Making it obvious that I’m not surfing, seems to have done the trick, except I haven’t had time to see what you girls are up to. I’m working on that solving that one – LoL.

Hugs to you all, Anna.

Eyebrows, Legs, and Gossip


Eyebrows are a bit like chair legs – I made a stool at school, and it sat square as can be – but if you get one that doesn’t sit square, it’s the devils own job to get the legs the same length agian, all round. It’s the same with my eyebrows. I get them almost right, when I think it only needs one more pluck, one more hair to sort it out; but – pulling it out leaves a gaping hole. OK, perhaps not GAPING, but the aesthetic line I was after has gone. To get the shape back then takes some serious plucking, and serious  plucking isn’t appreciated by Jay. But now I’ve found the antidote to the white skin, that plucking leaves behind – yes, it’s my eye-shadow. By chance I have got just the right colour to dab on the offending areas, and disguise all my efforts. Ok, perhaps one week is too short a time to claim absolute success, but if Time Team can postulate the existence of a Roman villa from finding just one tessera, then I can do some heavy postulating of my own – LoL.

Did I mention the problem with epilating one’s legs? Not the – don’t do that problem! – but the problem with hairs growing under the skin as they head for the light. My lady GP suggested using an exfoliating wash with one of those balls of nylon mesh. This did reduce the problem a bit, but the thing that cured the problem, was using one of those ‘silky mitts’ – sandpaper for rubbing your legs. Used every few days, it keeps the hair holes open, so they pop out, ready for the next waxing. Some of them don’t re-grow, and I’ve lost two thirds of my shin hair. I keep hoping the rest will give up too – LoL.
You know those little homilies that people add to there signatures, which can be quite entertaining, as you browse the forums and blogs – a recent fave; Only dead fish go with the flow. Well, my best favourite one, that I’ve seen being used on Angels Forum is – It’s easier to get forgiveness, than to get permission – and that is so like life, as we, (I), know it. I do do things on a whim, on the spur of the moment, without a thought for consequences etc. If I stop to think or plan – then it’s not going to happen – I’ll get cold feet first -LoL.
Lists were to the forefront earlier recently, – we were talking about a list of ‘Firsts’ and I said I could only manage a couple of items if I tried hard. Tina knew I must have more than that, and I must admit, I was exaggerating my lack of ‘firsts’ for editorial effect. Some of my firsts were oncers; for example, I’d been to ma’s, and headed back to my sister’s-in-law place via Tescos, and I had come away with a top and bra. So as it was a dark, 5 pm on a late winter’s afternoon, I put them on and went for a stroll around New Romney. I just adored the frisson, and only got one strange look, when I got sussed getting back into my car.
The current trend among my lovely bloggers is fascinating too. Tina was chatting about respect, which is a key word in our family – something we tried to instil into the terrible trio – and we blame the ills of the world on lack of respect. I was chattering about wanting some acceptance, and Demi has been chatting about the responsibilities we have for our partners and families. The subjects are all interlinked I think, as we all need a bit of all three. Looks like you’ve got homework again.

Hugs to you all, Anna.