Foxglove
01-23-2013, 04:38 AM
Hi, Guys and Girls!
I went into town yesterday afternoon. I had several things to do, one of them being to take a skirt with a zip needing repairs to the sewing lady. This was the first time I'd ever taken a female garment to her, but she was very nice, as always. If there's ever been a GG I'd think about trying to model myself on, it would be her--pretty, pleasant, always at ease with herself, thoroughly charming.
Then I went on to the supermarket, the post office, the library and a new little bookshop--which I found closed, despite the fact that it was then quarter past one and the sign on the door said it was open between eleven and three. No surprise in this sleepy little town: announced opening hours are actually more like proposals under consideration.
Eventually I ended up in a café for a cup of tea, which I enjoyed. I left, and I hadn't gone very far when suddenly I said to myself, "Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!" I was sagging badly. "Surely not??!!!"
I could have gone back into the café, but I didn't want to walk through the middle of a crowd, and the library was just as close. So I popped into the loo there. It being a cold day, I was all bundled up, and there was no way I could reach up under all my layers of clothing to do the necessary. I figured it would be easier to strip to the waist, which I proceeded to do, whereupon my worst fears were confirmed: it wasn't just one hook that had come loose. It was both of them.
I have no idea how that happened. It had never happened before. Normally I put the thing on in the morning, and it stays in place, just like God intended it to, until bedtime. I certainly hope it never happens again. I can tell you this, though: it will play havoc with that nice, warm, dainty, lady-like feeling you have inside. (Although maybe it shouldn't. What cisguy has ever had to deal with a problem like that, right?)
Best wishes, Annabelle
I went into town yesterday afternoon. I had several things to do, one of them being to take a skirt with a zip needing repairs to the sewing lady. This was the first time I'd ever taken a female garment to her, but she was very nice, as always. If there's ever been a GG I'd think about trying to model myself on, it would be her--pretty, pleasant, always at ease with herself, thoroughly charming.
Then I went on to the supermarket, the post office, the library and a new little bookshop--which I found closed, despite the fact that it was then quarter past one and the sign on the door said it was open between eleven and three. No surprise in this sleepy little town: announced opening hours are actually more like proposals under consideration.
Eventually I ended up in a café for a cup of tea, which I enjoyed. I left, and I hadn't gone very far when suddenly I said to myself, "Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!" I was sagging badly. "Surely not??!!!"
I could have gone back into the café, but I didn't want to walk through the middle of a crowd, and the library was just as close. So I popped into the loo there. It being a cold day, I was all bundled up, and there was no way I could reach up under all my layers of clothing to do the necessary. I figured it would be easier to strip to the waist, which I proceeded to do, whereupon my worst fears were confirmed: it wasn't just one hook that had come loose. It was both of them.
I have no idea how that happened. It had never happened before. Normally I put the thing on in the morning, and it stays in place, just like God intended it to, until bedtime. I certainly hope it never happens again. I can tell you this, though: it will play havoc with that nice, warm, dainty, lady-like feeling you have inside. (Although maybe it shouldn't. What cisguy has ever had to deal with a problem like that, right?)
Best wishes, Annabelle