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Originally Posted by xaphod Just a quick note to say that Fog and I met in Paradiso for lunch.
Fog was wearing leggings, a corset and a short skirt with flat knee-high boots. I wondered about the practicality of corset-wearing, especially as I normally have an 'eat as much as you like' buffet at Paradiso.
Xa |
Agreed, but I know what I'm like. I've lost nearly a stone in the past three months and I want it to stay that way and continue. So I had one of the smallest eat as much you like buffets in the history of the world, or at least in my life. Actually, I saw a smaller platefull than mine on the table next to me, but I think eating less and exercising more is the secret of staying slim, fit and healthy. It's the first time I've been out for so long in the corset. Eating a meal - even a small one - is a challenge in a corset - so it was an experience. By the time we got to Liberty I was starting to feel the corset so I took it off and also changed into a pair of silver shorts. We had good fun shopping, and in some shops they had a serious go at selling to us.
As I've mentioned in other posts I'm no longer wearing heels. The forecast was for a dire day, so I bought a pair of mid calf black shiny pvc boots. Tasteful I hear you say! Well I thought they looked good with my two pairs of tights, H&M red brown 70 denier, and a pair of sparkly tights of unknown provenance raided from Mrs. F's drawer. I think I bought them for her for Christmas a couple of years ago - they've now got a slight ladder - sorry.
Working in retail can be boring, when I worked in the classical department at HMV we all had our favourite customers, the characters, people who we'd spend five minutes chatting to, and I think it must be the same in shoe shops. Guys wearing heels stand out, and as long as you don't stand out in the wrong way - by that I mean look like a fertive purve - you add a little bit of variety to their day.
After a while shoes all start looking the same to me. Did I say that! Yes I did, a couple of beers was a welcome relief. A couple of pints of London Pride without a corset on. After that we had a look in Selfridges. I'd decided to go home quite early and I said goodbye to Xa and went to the loo before I left. Whilst I was in there I thought what the heck and put the skirt and corset back on. With the intention of having a look at the clothes shops. I had a little look around, but after half an hour my bladder called me back to Selfridges and their well kept toilets. I tidied myself up and went back out, I was surprised by the number of positive comments I received. They were dishing out Cava (I don't know why they call Cava Champagne!) and chocolates so I wandered around the cosmetics counters glass in hand.
So that's about it. The countdown sign had a phantom bus on it. A prediction for route 73 to Victoria station dissapeared at four minutes, which was a bit annoying, but never mind I got straight on the Gatwick Express skirt flowing through Victoria Station Concourse. I took more of a risk of seeing colleagues on my way into London at mid day. I didn't see them, they might have seen me, but what the heck - if they did it would give them something to talk about and add to the variety of their day.