Rachel Ann
12-23-2005, 04:29 AM
They say that bad things come in threes. I SO hope that is true. I have already had to deal with losing all my mail http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=19590, a scary, expensive car breakdown late at night on the freeway in the pouring rain, and now this. I’m still in tears over it. :crying:
The one chance I have all year to dress to the nines is at my TG social club’s Christmas party. I spent days and way too much money making sure that I would look like a million dollars.
I started with my long black faux organza dress (long sleeves, high neck). Under that, a red chemise with cream lace at the bustline and the vent at the right knee. I dressed up a plain pair of black kitten heels at the vamp with little silver hearts taken from a necklace. I already have a classic black clutch. I chose a 3-strand pearl choker with a big green stone in front (red and green for Christmas). The rest of my jewelry was silver and fairly understated (little wristwatch, bracelet, hoop earrings, and a pretty friendship ring that a tgf had given me). I styled the bangs and flip on my best shag-cut (dark brown with auburn highlights) wig. And, of course, shiny silver-gray stockings. For warmth, a little black shoulder wrap with an understated brooch. Armed with a camera and a full makeup case including faux lashes and press-on scarlet nails, I was READY! :D
On the day in question (Wednesday), I got a notice that the Postal Inspector would show up to give us access to our mail between 1:00 and 1:05 pm (how considerate!). He was two hours late, keeping us all standing in the pouring rain (we all got multiple parking tickets, too). By the time I got to the party I was a drowned rat and there wasn’t time to do makeup or hair worthy of the outfit. :mad:
So, I reverted to my backup clothes: a frumpy jumper with a frayed cotton turtleneck, knee socks, klunky loafers, no jewelry, hair in a short ratty ponytail, tiny studs in my ears and no makeup except for a little lipstick and concealer. I tiptoed to a corner seat and spent the evening hoping that nobody would give me too close a look. :( :o
Oh well, there’s always next Christmas.
Love
Rachel Ann xxx
p.s., a little later after posting this - Upon reflection, I suppose that it’s pretty childish of me to carry on so when so many others have so many real problems. It’s a good time to recall Audrey Hepburn’s beauty tips:
For attractive lips, Speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, Seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, Share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, Walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a Woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!
The one chance I have all year to dress to the nines is at my TG social club’s Christmas party. I spent days and way too much money making sure that I would look like a million dollars.
I started with my long black faux organza dress (long sleeves, high neck). Under that, a red chemise with cream lace at the bustline and the vent at the right knee. I dressed up a plain pair of black kitten heels at the vamp with little silver hearts taken from a necklace. I already have a classic black clutch. I chose a 3-strand pearl choker with a big green stone in front (red and green for Christmas). The rest of my jewelry was silver and fairly understated (little wristwatch, bracelet, hoop earrings, and a pretty friendship ring that a tgf had given me). I styled the bangs and flip on my best shag-cut (dark brown with auburn highlights) wig. And, of course, shiny silver-gray stockings. For warmth, a little black shoulder wrap with an understated brooch. Armed with a camera and a full makeup case including faux lashes and press-on scarlet nails, I was READY! :D
On the day in question (Wednesday), I got a notice that the Postal Inspector would show up to give us access to our mail between 1:00 and 1:05 pm (how considerate!). He was two hours late, keeping us all standing in the pouring rain (we all got multiple parking tickets, too). By the time I got to the party I was a drowned rat and there wasn’t time to do makeup or hair worthy of the outfit. :mad:
So, I reverted to my backup clothes: a frumpy jumper with a frayed cotton turtleneck, knee socks, klunky loafers, no jewelry, hair in a short ratty ponytail, tiny studs in my ears and no makeup except for a little lipstick and concealer. I tiptoed to a corner seat and spent the evening hoping that nobody would give me too close a look. :( :o
Oh well, there’s always next Christmas.
Love
Rachel Ann xxx
p.s., a little later after posting this - Upon reflection, I suppose that it’s pretty childish of me to carry on so when so many others have so many real problems. It’s a good time to recall Audrey Hepburn’s beauty tips:
For attractive lips, Speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, Seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, Share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, Walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a Woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!