I don’t think I’ve been out in the real world much lately.
En femme, that is.
The last few months have been chaotic between settling into our new house, work, and the holidays. Hannah’s recent outings have all been with the MN T-Girls for our Halloween party, holiday party, and annual photo shoot. These events have been at someone’s home, a rented studio, and a hotel. On these days I would leave the house and go to my makeup appointment and then zip right off to the event.
I haven’t had much time just… wandering about.
Despite, well, everything, I like the world. I like the small moments that happen in a cafe, browsing bookstores, and hoping to find a cute dress at a thrift shop.
Doing these things in stilettos make it even more fun.
I think part of the appeal is simply being curious how different something can be en femme. Feeling the wind in my long hair or listening to the click of my heels on the sidewalk are different sensory experiences than when I just shuffle silently through my day in male mode.
It’s like… noticing a bird singing. Something small that makes things just a tiny bit better. A reminder that the world is beautiful. I mean, we have animals that create music. If that isn’t magic I don’t know what is.
This curiosity can extend to seeing how the world responds to Hannah. HIS experiences and Hannah’s experiences are likely going to be different. No one looks at HIM as if he’s a freak of a nature but then again no one compliments HIM on his outfit.
Going out en femme is a break from the real world at times. A respite from HIS life of bills and work responsibilities. A small vacation in a way. He is always racing around and being productive. He doesn’t hear the birds singing.
I am reminded of the cliched story line in a movie where the workaholic husband realizes that life is more than just his career and he needs to step away and focus on what is really important. It’s kind of like that, if you follow.
A day out sounds heavenly right now, doesn’t it? I need to wander and lose myself in the day. I need to spend hours looking at old books and dresses and never checking the time or my email.
I need the wind in my hair and to hear the music of nature.
Or the wind on my dress, lol.
3 thoughts on “The Wind”
A MERE SUGGESTION. GREAT SMILE IN THE LEAD PHOTO. YOU SHOULD SMILE IN ALL (MORE) OF YOUR PICTURES.
MARIE ANNE GREENE
Gorgeous stunning beautiful
In early December, I was in Ann Arbor. Someone recommended a visit to Frankenmuth. It was a Sunday, I had the day, so I took it.
When I arrived, I wasn’t sure this was for me. I’m not a huge fan of Christmas, I just didn’t want to stay in the hotel.
Parked and started walking down the main drag. Something happened. I started shopping, found some glorious mittens which were needed.
Grabbed a latte and kept visiting the stores. There was a breeze and it blew through my hair… unfortunately, I was wearing slacks 😉
Sat down on a bench and watched people of all ages ice skating.
I wanted time to stop. It was a WONDERFUL day…