Yesterday evening, back in Vienna, after having my hair cut, I took my two hairdressers out for dinner in a local restaurant that has changed hands. It wasn't bad but by gum, the prices have increased. Anyway, the single one kept sitting across my knee as she squeezed past a couple of times and by the time they both left, I was feeling, hot. So, what the heck, thought I, let's quickly shove on a frock and go out for a while. So I did. Not the usual long drawn out affair, taking ages over makeup and clothes choice. I just slapped on a bit of mascara, a little rouge, a bit of eyebrow colour and some lipstick. I then added a wig that I've had ages but wasn't sure about, given my advanced age, and a tiny gold dress that we bought in Copenhagen because it was cheap. On with a couple of bits of cheap jewellery, a jacket and out. I didn't even shave my legs; the last time they were done was months ago.
I just walked into town, wandered around a bit, took some photos and came home. There were lots of people around, especially to begin with. And only two events were noteworthy: The first was when one of a group of three girls I passed called out - in English - "I love your outfit." And the other was that the dress really is a bit short and kept riding up. I didn't really know how far it might go, but I could feel it had ridden up as I crossed a road just at the moment a police car stopped to let me over. Rather than drawing attention to it by hoisting it down, I just hoped for the best! But I think I might have been lucky because I took a shot of its natural level after walking home and you can see the results in the photo.
Incidentally, I've done no retouching on any of the shots, but I find them quite pleasing nevertheless. Decide for yourself:
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