You know, it’s been a while since I posted a pic.  Partly because I’m still waiting for my everyday wear to get here.  Target, in their infinite wisdom, decided to pretty much not ship anything I ordered for over a month because apparently one single item wasn’t in stock.  Bummer. But today I felt like doing something special, so I got over my misgivings and dove into my wife’s closet for some choice pics in regular wear.  Actually, the top she’d brought out of her “stuff I never wear” collection for me a while back because I’d commented on how I liked the sleeves on a similar top someone was wearing on TV.  And since then it’d just kind of sat there, waiting.  Why?  Because I have no skirt to wear it with. You see, my last pic with a skirt, wasn’t actually a skirt at all.  It was a black cami with the top tucked in. This time, it’s one of my wife’s whole two skirts.  Only the skirt goes all the way down to my ankles, and while sometimes that’s nice, I really wasn’t looking for that.  So I had to roll it up.  Which it was way too long to do that without looking funny.  So I experimented and found something that almost came out right. But hey.  At least it’s a nice little frilly outfit for me to enjoy the day in.  And of course I just had to go with some nice thigh-high black stockings with a lace top to them.  I started out borrowing a pair of my wife’s panties, a nice black satin pair with lace accents.  But they didn’t want to stay put very well and that got kind of annoying.  So I switch over to my own black lace thong.  I guess I’m a size smaller than my wife.  Who knew? And then just some simple black pumps.  I’m doing laundry, going up and down stairs a lot.  I don’t want to take any risks. I really don’t get why women complain about heels though.  I mean I’ve been walking around in heeled pumps and sandals and boots and whatnot and so far it’s been fun.  I haven’t really tripped.  But it’s not like I wear them daily or have lots of practice yet.  It’s just a breeze to me. But now I get why women walk with that sway.  Heels just kind of make you walk sexy.  At least for me it seems like you don’t even have a choice.  It’s walk sexy and smooth or walk with a lot of funny little steps and try not to fall.  So I just strut, and it works.  I dunno.  Maybe I was just born to it. So how are things?  Well, the chicken stock fell flat.  I boiled the bones too much and just didn’t like the consistancy or taste.  Oh well.  You gotta try.  At least the house smelled really good. But so the chicken pot pie casserole that it was meant for turned out just fine anyway.  I nailed it this time.  It was delish!  And full of good veggies like chopped asparagus, chopped snow pea pods, carrots, onion, celery, garlic, and of course the obligatory ordinary peas, corn, and potatoes.  Lots of veggies, which is good for you.  But what really made it great was the sauce.  Okay, so I used a whole stick of butter in the end, but I also used like about 8 cups of broth.  Maybe even a cup of heavy cream.  Maybe only half a cup.  I didn’t really measure that, just poured and stirred until it looked right.  And then a bunch of corn starch to thicken it up.  So it worked out like a treat.  It was absolutely wonderful.  It was the epitome of savory and comfort food.  The only thing missing was a little sage.  My wife kept raving.  Life is good. Speaking of life being good, so tomorrow I have a job interview.  Local even.  I hope it goes well.  I hope I like the company.  It’ll be nice to be back on a regular job again instead of being an independent contractor.  I miss just having that office environment with real live people.  I got an inflatable doll a while back and tried to dress her up like a secretary, but instead of her being a friendly face she just kinda got creepy.  Oh well.  You never know until you try.  But so I hope I have real live coworkers again soon.  That’ll be nice.  Wish me luck! I’d love to stay and chat more, but laundry calls.  Four loads today.  Unfortunately the clothes don’t wash themselves.  But have a good day, y’all!  I love you.  Each and every one!

Hey, it is thrills and frills in this fun ensemble!

So I’m doing the laundry today because it’s been piling up and today my wife complained that she couldn’t find anything to wear.  Never mind that she still has a closet full of clothes.  She’s just nervous because her boss is coming into town and visiting her store.  But still, the reminder that the laundry needed to be done was there.  In the end it broke down into four loads.  I know that sounds like a lot, but I refuse to put reds with other colors or whites in with colors, so there was a load of whites, a load of reds, a load of darks (greens and blues) and a load of blacks.  There’s always a load of blacks.  It’s always the biggest load.  Why do we wear so much black?  Anyway, I also try to keep the loads light because it’s an energy/water saving front-load washer and having never owned an appliance so nice, I really don’t want to overload the poor thing and break it.

So I’m doing laundry.  And I have to take out a couple of special care items of course, like my silk shirt, and like my wife’s dress.  Yes, singular.  She technically has two dresses, both basically the same, those cool looking ones from India that have lots of embroidery and seem to tear at the drop of a hat.  Having learned this the hard way.  Which is why technically she has two dresses, but really only has one.  At least until we find a way to fix the tear in a way that still looks nice.  They’re lovely dresses that flow almost all the way to the floor and the embroidery is beautiful.  They just need very special care.

I don’t have any of my own dresses.  Honestly, right now I’m just not in to spending money.  I’m between contracts and looking for work, as it were.  Which is actually fairly common in the life of an independent computer programmer.  But during those dry periods it’s good to not go too crazy, in case the dry spell lasts longer than it should.  Especially when the economy is just so … unhealthy right now.

But so I figure, what the heck, I’ll try on her dress.  I don’t normally like to wear her clothes.  I like to have my own.  We kind of have different tastes, what with her owning a whole one good dress.  (Which I bought her.)  But I picked out the dress both because I liked it and because I knew she’d like it … even if she doesn’t wear dresses.  So I tried it on.

I’m actually kind of pleased that it’s loose on me.  It’s a 2X, which means I could probably try a 1X.  Since I don’t really have breasts I never really know just how things are going to fit or look, but except for being so loose, it actually fit me surprisingly well.  I mean it didn’t bunch up in weird places or droop or anything because I’m a guy.  It looked nice.

I’d have taken a picture, but with all of the running up and down to the basement and back with doing four loads of laundry, I’m really not in the mood to set up the camera on the tripod today and pose.

But it makes me think I should look for some dresses.  I like how they flow when I walk.  That’s something that men really don’t get to experience.  Well, except maybe Scots in their kilts.  But even today I bet that’s awfully rare.  And I doubt wool flows quite like cotton or rayon or whatever.

I wonder why more men don’t wear a skirt or dress.  How did it come to be that women can wear anything, but men are stuck in pants, pants, and more pants?  Seems kind of odd.

Anyway, so that was an unexpected but enjoyable pleasure for the day, just tooling around in a dress while I did laundry.  Sometimes it’s the simple things that make life so worth while.

And for anyone who got this far, does anyone know of a good women’s sizing explanation for crossdressing men?  US sizing.  Since I have to order everything over the internet for myself, it’d be nice to stop playing the game of order-and-pray and to know what sizes to actually order.  Thanks.