Hello ladies,
This post might seem trival, but it highlights one of the pleasures I get from dressing.
Last week I posted about my three days of dressing bliss.
While on my weekend enfemme, I went for a walk around the local streets of where I was staying and it was a breezy night as I was walking my skirt kept billowing, just the simple fact of trying to keep the skirt under control and stop it lifting in the breeze, is to me one of the simple pleasure of dressing.
do any of you ladies have other "simple pleasure of dressing"?
Rosie