Monica is a talented model with an eye for simplicity and good taste. Her blog is HERE.
Thereâs a few issues we face as crossdressers. One of the first things we need to get over is the fact that our hands are slightly bigger than female hands. Props can help us with this.
A common trick among those who take great selfies is either to obscure the hands, or to use oversize props. This includes large wine glasses, very large rings or other ornaments. A large bracelet or necklace also has the effect of slimming and reducing the apparent size of a subject. Looking out for props and accessories like this is a great idea long before you take the shot youâre looking for. Keeping an eye open for interesting objects that you can use for this is a great idea, particularly if you like to do garage sales or antique stores.
Other things that can be brought into play very easily include a nice fabric or dress that can be draped over your hands to obscure them, black tight gloves, which tend to make hands look a little slimmer, and even holding an object such as a soccer ball or vase. I find itâs generally a good idea to stay away from guns or sharp objects. It can send the wrong message, as several Re[publicans have learned with their unbelievably bad taste Christmas Cards in recent years. I hope none of my lovely members have such poor taste.
When you think about it, you probably want an image that will convey calm serene beauty (see Monica). If youâre able to ensure that objects in the image reflect this idea youâre off to a great start. Probably donât need a chainsaw as a prop.
Just between you and I, the greatest prop of all is just a little bit of luck. Enjoy the video below.
What a busy week it’s been . I’ve also nearly been rushed off my crossdressing advertising executive feet with work.
To give you an idea of my life at the agency I can give you a little window into typical day, since I know you’re sure to be interested.
Just yesterday I had to run into the office, which I generally avoid these days, but there were two or three meetings I had to attend. The agency handles a number of pro bono accounts for charities, and I often oversee these.
Called into the boardroom I listened to the new ideas for the Eczema fundraising campaign. Call it my sensitive nature, if you like, but when I get a good idea in my head it really is like an itch I have to scratch, which is why I keep such a tight handle on the accounts I run. I like to keep a close eye on the way the our clients are represented. I really don’t know why Desmond, one of the young account executives, would think that a scratch and win card would be an appropriate fund raising campaign for that particular account.
I was cornered at the watercooler between meetings at one point, by one of the boys in Creative.
“Fiona,” said Jeff, “you remember the lady that did that presentation on ‘Sexual Harassment in the Workplace’?”
“Which one,” I replied. “There were two of them. The tall one or the short one?”
“The one with the great rack,” said Jeff.
“Oh, that would be Joan,” I replied as I slipped away thinking that the workshop was lost on some of the boys in Creative. There was a smell of irony hanging in the air as I made my way back to my office to meet with the Leprosy Awareness Foundation delegation, who have asked us to come up with some ideas for their funding drive in a month or two.
An advertising agency brings a lot to a non-profit organisation such as this one. Sometimes the distance that an outside view can bring to an account will make all the difference. So, mentioning to the two very tightly wrapped and suited ladies sitting in my office, that a finger buffet may not be the best type of event at which to showcase their good work on behalf of the Foundation was something I had to tactfully suggest.
These are just some of the things that fill my day. You cannot imagine the relief of getting home, kicking off my heels and settling down for a nice cup of tea at the end of the day, Hannibal, my dachshund, sitting in my lap as I listen to a few gentle tracks to relax at the end of the day. I usually slip into some nice leggings and do a few stretches to finally let go of the office stress.
If you love to take great selfies, you might find the series I am running on the site this month of interest. You can find The Crossdresser’s Guide To Selfies HERE. Remember there’s a ton of free content on the site which you can access by drilling down through the tags at the end of the posts.
I do hope you’re enjoying the content on my site. If you’ve not already done so be sure to join one of my programs. If you’re already in one, thank you. I really do appreciate the support of my members. Oh, that reminds me! I have to prepare some ideas for a new client that manufactures brassieres.
The number of people that fall from high buildings while taking selfies in stupid places is really quite alarming. Not only for the subject, but also for anyone entering the building at ground level at the time. I strongly advise that you avoid doing any selfie in a place in which there is a risk that you might fall, or have someone fall on you. Instead, letâs keep this simple.
Far better that you choose a safe and tidy location in your own home. Itâs a good idea to take a photograph of the location before you take the selfie youâre looking for. Look at the image and decide if the background is really what you want. Is it clean? Is it tidy? Is there a dead animal sticking out from under the bed?
A poor quality background can drastically impact your image. Usually the best backgrounds tend to be the simplest ones. Complex patterns and complicated shapes often detract and pull the eye away from the key aspects of the image. Some of the best selfies use a very simple plain white background, such as a wall. I tend to suggest keeping it as simple as possible, though an easy way to add a little color is to hang a sheet or other colored material from some string. A plain curtain can serve the same purpose.
When youâre thinking about backgrounds, itâs important to take a look at how much space you have. Itâs a good idea not to stand too close to a wall or curtain, as this will cause shadows to be visible, particularly if you are going to use a little extra lighting or a flash. Even a standard desk lamp angled toward you can add a touch of additional lighting that softens the shadows on your face. When setting such a situation up, try and leave enough space not to have the shadows immediately visible on the background.
If you are going to use a lamp to add additional light be sure itâs not too cold a color. Each type of bulb has a different color light. LEDs tend to have a very flat and cold light. Older lightbulbs often cast a warm light that can be very flattering. For an unusual effect, you can even drape a colored tissue or plastic over the light. If you do so, make sure itâs not going to catch fire as this can have a detrimental effect on your photoshoot. Taking a selfie with a handsome fireman as he lifts you from the burned out wreckage of your apartment is not considered a win. Neither is this considered a good way to meet new friends.
Now, if youâre wondering what kind of idiot takes photos of themselves before falling out of windows, or setting fire to their apartment, I should point out that I have over 75,000 members of varying degrees of intellect and ability. Darwin rightly pointed out that there are some genes not destined to remain in the gene pool for long. Having said that, to date I donât think weâve lost any members to this unfortunate fate. So far, at any rate.
Another consideration is the basic question of âindoors or outdoorsâ. Indoors gives you far more control over the set up, however shooting outdoors can provide far better lighting. Contrary to popular belief, a bright sunny day outdoors is not often the best time to do a selfie. Slightly overcast cloud cover provides a flatter more even lighting with less contrast and harsh shadows. A warm tinge can be added later by adjusting the color balance slightly, if thatâs a goal. Additionally natural light tends not to shift colors, while artificial light can have unexpected effects. Old fluorescent lights, for example, cast a slightly green light, which really does a number on your skin. In the words of Lennon and McCartney, âIt ainât easy being greenâ. (Ed. I think that was Kermit The Frog).
A useful technique is to do a selfie in a doorway, shooting from the outside into the house. This has the benefit of natural light, while also having the complimentary benefit of leaving the background (the interior of a building) a little dark. The overall effect is to lift the primary subject (you) and leave the background a little less distracting. The same thing can be achieved by sitting in a wndow, and having the shot taken from outside. The natural light illuminates you nicely, while the interior of the room fades in darkness.
A quick note about background colors. If you are going to be wearing hard and vivid colors a white or black background will likely work very well. If you plan to wear soft muted shades, think more about trying to find a soft color to use in the background. While white is always a good default color a cream or pale lemon is likely to give your skin tones a good chance to stand out nicely. Generally speaking, for crossdressers soft pastel colors are going to work well. They are non-threatening and comfortable. If youâre set on a very dramatic look, dark tones may be the way to go.
For a moment try thinking of it as an art director in an advertising agency might. If the look you wish to project is Arachnia, Bitch Queen Of The Night, then pale shades of rose and cream are unlikely to be the way to go. Black, red and metal shades are more likely the order of the day. One might also think of shooting it in black and whiteâââbut more of that later. If youâre looking for a more gentle image such as Millicent the innocent school teacher, black leather and chain mail may be a little unsuitable. Pale blues and lace are more likely to score.
While these are suggestions, and a good starting point, as you become more practiced you may want to experiment with your own ideas. There are certainly great selfies that go completely against these guidelines. Nevertheless, this is a great way to start. And, after all, now youâre actually thinking about the picture, arenât you?
Iâve always loved photography. From the early days, when I worked for a local wedding photographer, to more recent years working in an advertising agency, Iâve never been far from a lens and shutter. And now as a crossdresser with a love of photography I am very happy to bring a few tips and tricks, suggestions and stories, that you may find of value. If you enjoy them be sure to comment and share them.
As Bernard unloaded the car, and I sat beside it on one of his large trunks full of gear while drinking a mimosa, I smiled at him and said, âGoodness, Bernard! I had no idea your equipment was so very large!â
I lifted my phone, made sure the bright sunshine was bouncing off my upturned cheeks, beamed at the screen and took a quick selfie. A moment later it was shared on my Snapchat to my children and shared it to Instagram.
âItâs not getting any easier to haul about the place with age,â said Bernard. âMy backâŠâ he groaned as he moved another heavy case.
I poured a little more Champagne into my glass, and lay back on the trunk.
âYou really should take it easy, Bernard,â I said. âDidnât you have heart surgery recently?â
âOh, yes,â he groaned. âIâm recovering. Slowly.â
I looked at the enormous collection of photography gear Bernard required for the shoot we were preparing, and then checked my Instagram and was tickled to see that Iâd got a handful of likes already.
A few moments later a minivan pulled up at the location and three young models climbed out, chattering away and looking anorexic.
âMimosa and a sandwich?â I asked.
âJust a drink please,â said one.
âOooo⊠Mimosaâsâ said another.
âI never would have guessed,â I murmured and poured the drinks.
Youâd think that as a crossdresser in an advertising agency with numerous fashion clients, Iâd get a good deal of free clothing. Far from it. Most of the free clothes are size two and hang off the models as though theyâve been in a famine for the last year. Iâd not say that I envy the models their figures, but the filthy bitches are always getting the free stuff from the clients I work so hard to service (Ed: phrasing).
But all of this is quite by the way. Iâm really trying to illustrate the fact that in spite of Bernardâs enormous equipment (Ed: phrasing) today thereâs really no need to have particularly complex camera equipment. Most modern phones are more than capable of taking great pictures, and even todayâs cheap cameras are capable of rendering crystal clear images. If one is shooting pics for a 60 foot high poster on the side of the building youâre going to need more professional equipment. However, for a picture thatâs going to be used online or in a 5 x 7 inch enlargement, you really donât need complex photography gear.
For the purposes of this series Iâm going to assume you are using a simple camera, or a typical smart phone. Iphones, Samsungs and most other smart phones are quite adequate for our purposes.
A selfie stick, a phone holder with a suction cup or a tripod with clamp for a cell phone is also recommended, though by no means essential. And finally, Iâve always found that a roll of duct tape always comes in useful, even if itâs just to tape any critical mouths shut. It also doesnât do any harm at all to include a bottle of wine among your essential supplies. You may need it.
Just for a moment, going to the subject of phones and cameras. This is going to sound obvious, but thereâs a lot of people who overlook a simple thing. If you do want to manipulate the settings on your phone itâs really very simple to learn how. For most of what weâll do you really donât need to do much in the way of changing settings, however, should you wish to your first stop should be to type the name of the phone, the model and then âexposure settingsâ into Google. Youâll find instructions for most phones immediately come up, unusually with a simple set of additional information regarding the other settings you can manipulate. Nothing mentioned in this document should be beyond the reach of the average user of a smart phone. If it is, thereâs always the wine.
For the last week I have not written a great deal. I do answer questions online for those coming to the site and seeing my chat interface there when I can, however Iâve not been very productive with new posts in the last week. You can see when I am online and available to chat, as thereâs a little icon in the bottom of your screen saying so.
Of course, my program material is still being sent out to all my members and I am giving the support I always do. However, thereâs good reason for the apparent silence. I should explain.
Those of you who are regular readers may know my wife is always travelling. I donât share a great deal of information in this regard, as you might know. However, I should explain that my wife is from Ukraine. Her daughter lives in Kiev with her two young sons.
I try not to be too political in these pages. When it comes to LGBTQ politics I feel this is a platform that I try to use appropriately to put some ideas out there, and like many writers I do like take the occasional swipe at authority and the self important stuffed shirts â most of whom need it from time to time. Generally, I try to focus on entertaining my members, and on providing a selection of informative and sometimes educational content. However, events in Europe in the last week are impossible to ignore.
I know over 70% of my members live in the USA, and that Kiev might seem a long way from these shores. However, it really isn’t far away at all. Here in Canada Ukrainians are the fifth largest ethnic group in the country.
Events in the USA have considerable impact for many of us who do travel and have family in Europe. For example, when a politician undermines the integrity of an organisation, such as NATO, there are consequences. The damage done by four years of mismanagement on the part of the former administration very nearly derailed the organisation that has guaranteed the peace of Europe for the last seventy years. To the ignorant and the insular this may mean little â and I would be the first to agree that most such organisations are imperfect. However, we may be in the process of learning how very much we depend on the commitment of some of these structures. There really is a reason we have norms and standards in government. There is a reason we hold ourselves to a standard dictated by something other than pure profit and self interest. My many European members are likely as uneasy about the future as I am.
Tonight Kiev is under attack. For those of us with loved ones there we cannot divert our attention to the folly of a selfish greedy misogynist whose cowardice played a large role in bringing us to this place. Our thoughts are with those we love who are in desperate trouble. In these pages I have always emphasised the need to accept ourselves, and not dwell on the failings of others. Itâs not always an easy thing to do. However, we must try to do so. And these dark days are not likely to be easy. So, for a few days I appreciate your indulgence.
Below is a track from a band called Baccara, performed at a televised concert in Kiev a few years ago. I first heard this band when skiing in Italy in the Dolomite mountains as a preteen. The band was current at the time and the music would be piped out over the ski slope sound system. It was a lovely touch. I was surprised to find that the duo happened to do a TV special performance in Kiev years later. I thought it a good way to remind us all that even though these places seem far off, they touch us in a myriad of ways. The people who performed, staged and presented this show are just like you and I. They have children that need to be driven to school, chores to be done and their own little idiosyncrasies, too. As a dictatorâs bombs and rockets fall on innocent children in Kiev tonight we might want to spare a thought for the joy we are capable of sharing, when we focus on the positive and creative things we can do â and how easily we lose these things if we are not careful.
Ali has been here in Canada for several years now, having arrived as a refugee along with his lovely family from Syria. As I have mentioned before he was a botany professor in Damascus University prior to the war there, and is now my gardener. His knowledge of fauna and flora really is most extensive.
Arriving from a country such as Syria one does have to check some of the experiences and baggage that we bring, at the door â as it were. Jeff, who looks after immigration at our local airport, says that most immigrants are all too ready to let go of the past and look forward to their new life in Canada. And many, like Ali, bring some wonderful talents to our communities, regardless of what they may have done in the past. Like many of us, Ali does not talk much about his former life. I imagine it could be quite dark but have had few glimpses of what it may have entailed. Itâs really none of my business.
Jeff takes great pride in telling me that he checks the passports of all immigrants arriving at the airport (other than when heâs on his lunch break or picking up his kids from school). He says that Canada accepts the poor, the disadvantaged and the impotent. He then rather sheepishly adds that unfortunately, while the poor and disadvantaged regularly show up, unfortunately the impotent couldnât come.
Aliâs language skills, however, appear to still require some polish. As I sat drinking my morning tea in my kitchen Ali joined me and flicked through the local paper that had just been delivered. I had just finished my daily yoga workout and was still in my pink leggings and powder blue sports bra, thatâs so good for working out.
He took his tea black and was quite absorbed in the paper.
âIt says here,â he said at length, âthat the city is going to have a âpilot racoon cullâ.â
âItâs about time,â I said, knowing how mischievous the racoon population of Huckleberry Close can be. âTheyâre too clever by half.â
Ali frowned as he read the article.
âItâs just that you wouldnât think they could do that,â he replied.
âWhat do you mean?â I said sensing something amiss.
Sipping his tea Ali continued reading without looking up and turned the page. âYouâd think theyâd fail the eye test. I did.â
I sometimes wonder about Ali and his command of English. It is, however, better than my command of his obscure dialect of Arabic. Iâd given up my attempts to learn his language after failing to master such a simple phrase as âIs it safe to drink the water in this hospital?â
We all of us have our own particular perspective that brings a bit of ourselves to all we observe. As a crossdressing non-binary person, when I see a Zebra I do not take offence at the black and white nature of the creature. Ali, on the other hand, sees a majestic beast of the African plains while Sebastian sees a walking barcode. He then goes on to pretend to scan it in much the same way as the checkout girl in the corner store, and adds, âAt least itâs easy to keep track of them.â
We all of us have our divergent ways of looking at things and each is equally correct. As trans people I think we have to learn acceptance of others with views that donât align with our own. They, like us, are travelling their own journey. As people who are often misunderstood, it is up to us to try to understand others – the good, the bad and the ugly – with kindness and without judgement.
But that is not the main reason Iâve written to you this morning. Iâve been adding new content to some of my programs. They are now even better value than ever. Be sure to join if youâve not done so already. I always do my very best for my lovely members.
Seldom, if ever, do I like to come between friends (calm down Amber, in Colorado). Yet this morning I came down the stairs having had a refreshing shower to find Sylvester shaking Sebastian vigorously by the neck. I leaped in, interposing myself (phrasing) between them, my colorful summer swing dress swishing about me.
âCalm down, boys!â I said, as I struggled to hold them apart.
âI will not calm down!â said Sylvester, still fuming. âHe said he wants me in a three way!â
I glanced at Sebastian. Iâd always had my suspicions. He glared at me, Sylvesterâs grip loosening.
âSylvester, I think you should put Sebastian down. Heâs gone a funny color. Besides, you might enjoyâŠâ
âI was trying to explain three way calling,â chimed in Sebastian, as the color came back to his face. âAll I said was, âwould you like to join Max and I in a three way?ââ
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âWell, I think I see where the confusionâs crept in,â I said. âPerhaps Max and you could help Sebastian get a little more utility from his smart phone. You know, Sylvester, Iâve seen your messages that end with that quaint little expression, âSent from a phone thatâs smarter than I am.â I think in your case it might well be true.â
Thirty minutes later Sylvester was being watched by three of us marveling as he attempted to open a Soundcloud song that had been shared over Watsapp.
âItâs quite remarkable,â I said, shaking my head. âItâs like watching a monkey try to operate a type writer.â
âCome on, Sylvester. Youâve got 999,999 more tries to go! Given enough time,â said Sebastian very softly, âsome people believe that enough monkeys would type the complete works of Shakespeare.â
You could almost feel the gears inside Sylvesterâs head grinding. He frowned again, and prodded the file in the Watsapp window.
But thatâs not the main reason Iâm writing to you today. I thought Iâd share a rather wonderful BBC article with you. In this piece about the people of Guna Yala, their unusual lifestyle is examined. As a child develops they are allowed to move toward a more male or female orientation. While this is still essentially binary in nature there is clearly a more equal approach to gender. There is also a greater choice in how the Guna present themselves. Itâs a fascinating read and I hope you enjoy it.
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Poor Veronica. Mrs. Gravely took the phone from me and replaced it in the draw and locked it.
âI donât think I need to tell you that any deviation from the program will lead to Veronica being re-introduced to the lash. Neither of us want that, do we?â
No,â I said, still shocked at the sight of Veronicaâs lash marks.
âYou will address me as âMaâamâ, Andrea,â she said and looked at me, waiting.
Iâve just finished a busy week of work at the advertising agency. Iâve hardly had time to do the volunteering I love to do down at the SPCA. I often help out in their office. Itâs so tiny, though. Thereâs hardly room to swing a cat in there!
I have however had time to get a little shopping in. I decided to pay a visit to the department store downtown, and Sylvester, my mechanic, joined me. When heâd finished going round and round in the revolving door he followed me into the lingerie department. He really can be infantile at times, you know.
Such a delightful way to spend the afternoon. Looking at lingerie with a neanderthal companion. He is however good at carrying boxes while Iâm shopping. You can find some of my shopping list suggestions HERE.
In the meantime I thought you might enjoy the video below. Itâs a talk by Paula Stone Williams. They transitioned in their fifties and experienced life as both a man and a woman. Their perspective is worth hearing. If youâd like more content on the psychology of crossdressing, you can find it on my site here – https://fionadobson.com/tag/psychology/.
So many of my members go through their lives suppressing this part of themselves. And yet in many ways it’s the most creative part of them.
Is it any wonder that they are frustrated and tired. So, to brighten your day, I have put together the Fiona Dobson playlist. Young Max helped me, fine young man, leaning over me from behind as worked on my laptop. We selected some songs, and I think he found some of them quite moving.
Breathlessly he said, “these are some great hits, we should get them out and give them an airing.”
“Music really is the best way to lift someone’s mood,” I said enjoying the selection.
“Oh yes,” he replied. “This will get them swinging.”
Young Max is such a puppy. Of course, he doesn’t remember when it was all vinyl. You might find this hard to believe, but I’ve had my hands on a huge number of 7 inchers over the years!
Enjoy the playlist below whenever you need to lift your mood. I add to it regularly.
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Before I go any further, I should clarify something for Mildred from Colorado Springs, in response to your question of how to prevent her puppy stealing food from kitchen surfaces I had advised her to put it in the fridge. I was, of course, referring to the food, and not the dog. I understand Spot is making a full recovery, but now avoids confined spaces.
Now that things are a little less locked down I am having more guests over at my place. Last night Sylvester and I enjoyed a nice glass of wine while we waited for Marjory and Amanda, my wifeâs appalling friend, to arrive for a night of board games. Apparently Amanda was a little late getting home, her industrial welding class having over run.
Thereâs no âfâ in âTranniesâ said Sylvester, as I arranged the letters on the Scrabble board.
âDonât be so silly,â I said as I placed the lettered tiles on the board. âThere, âTransferenceâ and the âTâ is on a double word score.â
Iâve been trying to keep Sylvester amused as heâs been moping about the place recently. I think heâs a little jealous of Marjory, whoâs in a lesbian relationship with Amanda. All the same he did his best to be gracious, and put some music on while we played the game.
Marjory, who is very big on the competitive eating circuit, enjoys country music and Sylvester created a selection of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson classics.
âSylvester,â said Marjory, âYou have such good taste. Iâm a little surprised.â
Sylvester looked a little sheepish, and then Marjory added, âIâve always liked Johnny Cash, but Iâve never really been a fan of Willieâs.â
Sylvester cast a sideways glance at Amanda, but wisely said nothing. Poor Sylvester.
But thatâs not the main reason Iâm writing to you tonight. Iâm just letting you know that thereâs a new episode of Clothes Maketh The Man out, part 52, and reminding all my members that Iâve recently added some wonderful new hypnosis files to the Seahorse Program. Mistress Meg has been particularly busy, creating some great material. Thereâs always plenty of hypnosis files on the site, many of which are free, and they can be found by following this link.
I have adjusted some of my pricing recently giving a discount to those booking for a one year subscription. Be sure to check out my programs here â http://FionaDobson.com/my-programs
Have a lovely week,
Fiona Dobson
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The Travelogue Of Katia Thornwood â Part 1
All work and no play does make a person dull. And in my work, I need to always have an edge, or many, preferably sharp, pointed or at the very least, hard.
So Iâm travelling to South East Asia for research, and of course a little respite. First stop, Cambodia, a little resort just outside of Seam Reap. Then Thailand â that heady mix of dirt, excitement, and mystery that Iâve always found so intoxicating a prospect.
The road is an ordered chaos of interweaving tuk tuks, mopeds and cattle. The smell is a heady mix of boiling refuse and floral fragrance from the vegetation of the fields and forests beyond.
I contemplate being a stranger in a foreign land must be somewhat similar to how my submissives feel at times. At the mercy of many things that are beyond their control, trusting that things will work out because they have to, yet knowing around every turn is something that may just push them completely out of their comfort zone, at best, or completely destroy them, at worse.
First of all I should make a quick correction, for the benefit of one of my members who has contacted me regarding some confusion in advice I gave her recently. When I said that a pair of sugar tongs may be used to pull fur balls from a cat, I should have pointed out that these are found in the catâs throat. Now that thatâs clarified, I can get along with todayâs post.
While I do not condone smoking in an way, I admit that at New Year I will sit in my conservatory and smoke a cigar with Sylvester to celebrate the arrival of the new year. I know itâs not very ladylike, but Mistress Meg and Katia Thornwood do enjoy the occasional puff and as long as itâs just once a year I donât really have a problem with it.
As I sat in a ratan chair, blowing snow piling up outside the window, I remarked to Sylvester that nothing can really beat getting your lips round eight inches of Cuban and that itâs a lovely way to start the new year.
My long maxi pleated skirt fell about my stockinged legs, as we sat there watching the snow. I felt nice and cozy in the night, warmed by a sherry and a radiator which keeps this pleasant room toasty on cold winter nights.
Sylvester blew a smoke ring and then said, âI didnât realise these cigars were from Cuba.â
âThe cigars? Oh, no I think these are from Nicaragua,â I replied.
He really should follow the plot.
Anyway, thatâs not the main reason I am writing. Thereâs a fun new self hypnosis on my site which I thought Iâd tell you about. You can find it here.
I hope 2022 is getting off to a good start for you.
I sat in the ships dark store room space with my head in my hands. The dull throb of the engine filled the air and became the background music of the dark drama playing out before me. Here I was, shunned by Devina, on a cargo vessel moving through the dark night, on a black river headed who knows where.
Good morning, and a Merry Christmas! I am so pleased to have my members to share this chilly Christmas day with. Many of us are not with family today because of Covid, and I am no exception. Here in Vancouver we are allowed just one other household with us this year, and I am fortunate enough to have Sebastian and his sister, Rainbow, over to enjoy the turkey I am just putting into the oven.
For those of you alone this Christmas remember there’s loads to keep you entertained on my site. You can find a lot of Christmas content HERE.
I was just mulling over the wines⊠No, thatâs not what I mean. I was trying to decide which vintage to serve with the turkey, when the snow started falling in Huckleberry Close, as Sebastian and Rainbow appeared at my front door.
âIâm so pleased to see you,â I said as I took their snow speckled coats and ushered them into my kitchen.
âI wonât be going anywhere today,â I said looking out at the snow. âBesides my car has been giving me some trouble.â
âWhat on earth happened,â asked Sebastian as took the warm cup of cocoa I pressed into his hand.
âI stalled on the bridge,â I replied. âI got lucky though and a passing tow truck driver pulled me off.â
âWell, that does sound like a Christmas eve treat. Being pulled off by a tow truck driver,â said Sebastian.
âItâs not as much fun as you might think,â I responded. âMy carâs at Sylvesterâs. Heâs hoping to get it back to me tomorrow.â
âWell, not to worry,â said Rainbow, placing a small gift on the kitchen table.
âOh, Rainbow! I thought we werenât doing gifts this year?â I replied looking at the carefully wrapped package.
âItâs just a little something,â she replied.
I should point out that Rainbow and Sebastian have not had an easy time of it through Covid. Teaching yoga when people are not able to get together in groups is a tough situation for poor Rainbow and she even had to sell the gold watch she got from her grandfather on his deathbed. Apparently it wasnât easy. He put up a hell of a fight.
Rainbow loves my tree. She helped me get it up.
Yesterday I took some treats down to the local SPCA Animal Rescue Centre. I like to support them at this time of year. Itâs shocking how many people still give pets as gifts and they show up at SPCA a few days after Christmas, so I like to support their work. I take food for the animals and a few treats for the staff. They always seem to appreciate it. They are all so cramped I their tiny office, huddled around the coffee. You can hardly swing a cat in there.
I had better get this turkey in the oven. I understand Sylvester may swing by in a little while. He canât come in, with the guidelines we have in place, but that wonât stop him coming by and using my rear entrance and then having a glass of eggnog in the garden. Itâs a little chilly, but⊠Oh â thatâs not quite what I meant! ! I should consider myself lucky heâs not out somewhere hunting down a red nosed reindeer. Well, itâs is the season!
Have a lovely Christmas, and be sure to check out some of my programs if youâre not already in them. And try to remember, too many candy canes will make you sick. Being on antibiotics over New Year is no fun. You know what I’m saying. Oh, and by the way, Clothes Maketh The Man #51 will be out today.
