I went out in public for the first time this evening. I know it's probably not significant to anyone but me, but I have to tell someone.
I have a few days alone and I have been working at getting the make-up right so that the beard doesn't show through and my face doesn't look like something from La Cage aux Folles.
Anyway, it's Canada, it's winter, so it gets dark right after it gets light. I wore leggings and a knit long top under a sweater jacket.
There is a village near me that is having it's annual Art exhibits, most of them along the main street. I drove over, parked on the side street and walked along the main street, looking in the shop windows.
Lesson learned; my heels were too high for the walk and the rest of the outfit. I should have stayed with the flats, or worn a dress.
Otherwise, in the gathering dusk of a Canadian fall evening, I wasn't noticed by anyone. They were all too involved in themselves.
An anti-climactic milestone....