New shoes and a bank holiday prompted me to rise early for a bit of femme time. My legs stay shaven now and my nails were freshly varnished. So at 7:00 my partner was making up my face (I'm pretty lucky with her) and by 8:30 I was catching the tram for the short ride into Vienna, mask dutifully on. Nothing particularly new there other than an awareness of my increasing confidence in public, mostly I think because I feel I've now got the look to a suitable level that I don't turn every head in surprise. I nearly took a coffee at a pavement cafe but bottled it in the end. However the highlight for me was undoubtedly the wind and its interaction with a floaty skirt I've had in the cupboard for years but never made into an outfit before:.
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