It Never Gets Old, It Just Gets Better

NOTE: This is a repeat, your hostess is lost at sea…

I took what I learned in DC and tried to duplicate some of it. Duplicating all of it would be impossible for many reasons. I did some things different with my makeup and was pleased with my presentation on this day, September 9, 2021.

So let’s first talk outfit. I stalked this skirt until it finally came to me at a buck. The blouse another bargain. 1 + 1 = fabulous! While walking down the street (in an admittedly diverse neighborhood), when you get two compliments from passers-by, you know you did well. I went orange with the earrings (drawing numerous compliments) and my lipstick and thought I did myself proud. I particularly loved the white pumps. No detail overlooked and that attention to detail is noticed.

The day started with the first shift at The Cleveland Museum of Art information desk. I was paired up with a wonderful lady I have worked with in the past and we talked and talked and…. I feel myself not only looking more like a woman but definitely acting more like one. This isn’t like flipping a light switch, it’s a process. It isn’t something you do; it’s something you become. I particularly had fun with a bus load of Wisconsinites on a tour to New York, stopping in what I consider a much better city to spend the day while on the way.

After my shift, I hit my favorite clothing exchange and basically swapped a few of the dresses you have recently seen for a darling peplum top, a stellar skirt and a cute Old Navy dress that immediately screamed denim jacket to me!! Next stop, Goodwill for a cobalt blue Nicole Miller cocktail dress with the original tags on it (over $100) for $4.

I moved on for a Happy Hour Cosmopolitan and then picked up my race pack for a half marathon I’ll be running the following Sunday. It always pleases me to pick up race packs while dressed and no one looks at me cross-eyed. And when I do this, I give my actual name, and they can obviously see that I am registered to run as an aged male.

Last stop, ULTA. I love that place!! I picked up a few new items for things I learned on my recent makeovers, which were game changers for me. A lovely SA helped me and I simply enjoyed the ultimate feminine experience.

This never, ever gets old. It just brings a new level of joy each and every time. Be you!

2025 Thoughts: This is how it is for me now. I remember every single outfit and generally have zero ability to recall the actual outing. I remember where I got the outfit pieces, usually what I paid and where I purchased it, how I assembled them and how I made the decisions on accessories. What I did, who I met, where I went, no recollections whatsoever, even after rereading my post.

I recently received the following message (edited only to remove the writer’s name).

You Are Truly a Godsend!! [Sent to me through Crossdressers.com, a site I used to frequent in the early days]

I don’t know how often you visit this forum considering your incredible journaling, but if you are listening, I want to tell you from the very very bottom of my soul that I am so thankful for you & what you mean to our community. I read + re-read your columns as they give me moments of peace. Your column about an open letter to our wives continues to resound with me. I’m sure that others who have read the column have tears of joy resonating. Again, please continue with the cause as you are such a living & practicing work of art.

For reasons that would take far too long to explain, at this juncture, I have to remain in the shadows living vicariously in the joys that other girls share with our community. There will be a day when I can emerge. It would then be an honor to give you a most loving hug.

My response: Wow! XXX, let’s just say that hug is always ready and waiting for you!!!

As you will read in the coming weeks, the past 36+ hours have been an absolute love fest with me in very, very public places in front of hundreds and hundreds of people and all I do is pinch myself and be so thankful for the joy in the world. And now, this message from out of the blue.

I do get occasional feedback, but it is messages like this that give my life absolute purpose and sort of recharges my batteries when sometimes I think, why am I this way? Because being “this way” matters.

Love you to pieces dear!

Now I have to go and dry my eyes…..

Your sister,
Kandi

PS No, I almost never come here anymore. No real reason other than I have the blog, Flickr and Facebook pages and at some point, I have things to do. ❤️