30 Days of Finding Feminine: Day 28

 

 

Day 28

So today I get thrown a proper curve ball which is a real bugger when I’m so close to the finishing line.

It comes courtesy of a general man about town – a talented and creative one – which makes all the difference in terms of a perspective which will hold water with me.

Anyway, we’re having a chat about my blog and it’s concept blah, blah, blah.

‘How’s it going?’ he asks. ‘Last time I saw it, it was day 5 or something…Got any results yet?’

'Err, Well firstly, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do’ I chastise,

 ‘and secondly yes – the results are not yet conclusive, but definitely notable…’

‘Nice work St. Louis’ he says ‘but there’s one thing that I really don’t agree with….This no leggings business. Where did you get that from??

‘From the boys’. I reply.
‘The ones I asked said they considered it lazy dressing…and that’s putting it kindly. Let’s just say that they felt strongly that there were other more flattering items of clothing that ladies could and should wear.’

‘Well,' he says. 'They’re either lying or have had bad experiences with them, but let me tell you this. Me and my mates often marvel at the wonder that is the legging and think that whoever invented them is a bloody genius.’...

...Well stone the crows...

Are you telling me that I could have been wearing my leather leggings all this time?!

 

I was led to believe that having my legs trussed up in leather or lycra was tantamount to committing one of the 7 deadly sins as far as boys were concerned.

Now I discover that it might be considered one of the 7 wonders of the world!!
 

I’m confused...

With this revelation, I dip another toe into the water.

‘So what about animal prints then? I ask. Do they offend you?

‘Nah, I don’t mind a bit of leopard print’ he says. I know girls like it too’.

 

Well, well. What do you know??



This is almost as revolutionary as the husband that told me he likes his wife to wear the poncho and military jacket he bought for her (although I presume not at the same time.)

Later that day, he hits me with another one.

‘So I’ve got this mate who’s going out with this girl at the moment…He’s been seeing her for a couple of months now and I asked him how it was going and he was like…yeah it’s alright – but not too enthusiastic. He said that the problem was that she wears really boring clothes. She’s beautiful and she could be making so much more of herself.’...

'But surely if she’s beautiful, then he should be laughing…’ I ask confused.

‘It’s about the whole package though. You want your girlfriend to look sexy, smart and interesting.

You don’t want your heart to sink every time she shows up to meet you because you don’t think you’re not gonna like what she’s wearing….but at the same time, I reckon it’s one of the cruellest things in the world to tell a girlfriend that you don’t like how she dresses….That’s just mean....’

I have to admire his sensitivity, but frankly I am surprised.

It seems that I haven't considered that there is a danger of going completely too far the other way…and disappearing behind a veil of the mediocre.
Maybe it's not good to be unnoticable, or is he saying that you should be noticed for the right reasons? and if so, what are they??...

Do I care?

When I get dressed in the morning, I commit whole heartedly to whoever or whatever it is that I want to be that day.
 
I go hard, or go home.

Is there a danger that on this journey to find feminine, I might actually loose myself??...
 

Later I get another update… I have the thumbs up for days 9, 10, and 16 among others but apparently, I need to watch my footwear.

‘Got some good oufits at the beginning, but the trainers take the sexiness out of it.’

(a bit harsh methinks…but fair. That was my first day…I couldn’t handle going cold turkey!)

He admits to a slight obsession with shoes…not mine…shoes in general – mens and womens, he thinks they’re ‘massively’ important.
...'Massively' is a big word...

So, maybe my lazy three pairs of heels on rotation just ain’t good enough St. Louis.

 Noted. Must try harder.

 

…Also randomly warns me against any LV bags… I tell him there’s no danger of that as I haven’t got one anymore…

Maybe it’s a good job that someone knicked my satchel…
 

 

All Photographs by John Lawrence