Retro-posting #1 - "TV confusion"
I didn't have a blog until recently, and a lot of my early exploits never got recorded. So I've decided to do an occasional retro-reminiscence just for the sake of nostalgia.
It's not because my life is particularly dull at the moment and I've got nothing else to write about, okay??
Anyway...
About 3 years ago (god is it that long?) I'd been out dressed with the help of The Boudoir and really enjoyed it, but realised that for the sake of my own self-esteem (and bank balance) I wanted to buy my own makeup.
Of course, I already had lots of makeup. But, basically, it was mostly shit. I was so scared of shopping for girly stuff in places like Boots that I used to buy those crappy pre-filled "cosmetic cases" from Argos! The kind that come with 15 shades of blue eyeshadow. Cringe.
So I needed some proper makeup and I needed some "basics", a good foundation and powder and other "starter kit" cosmetics paraphenalia. I'd decided to get the stuff I'd seen Jodie at the Boudoir using, and the place I'd heard was ideal for that was Charles Fox off Covent Garden in London. I was down in London for the day, so I decided to pay them a visit.
I was still really nervous about shopping for tranny stuff, but I mustered up my courage and went into the shop and up to a pretty female assistant. I'd decided to make no bones about why I was there...
"Hi, I'm a TV and I need a good foundation," I mumbled semi-confidently.
The woman looked mildly surprised but completely unphased.
"Right," she said. "You'll want something a bit stronger than a regular foundation. Have you heard of these Kryolan sticks?"
I smiled. This was going well. She wasn't being funny about me being a transvestite at all! She was cool with transvestites! She probably gets trannies in here every five minutes! My confidence skyrocketed.
"Yes, that's the stuff I need! What shade?"
"That's the tricky thing. What looks good in here or in daylight might not look good under the strong lights..."
"Er, the strong lights?"
"Yes... you said you were on TV?"
"No... a TV. I'm a transvestite."
"Ohhhhh! I see, sorry! Er, sorry that I misunderstood I mean... not that you're a TV... anyway... um... right..."
My fragile confidence shattered in that instant.
It all went okay though. I got the stuff I needed and she was probably nearly as embarrassed as me. Ah, happy memories! *grimace*
It's not because my life is particularly dull at the moment and I've got nothing else to write about, okay??
Anyway...
About 3 years ago (god is it that long?) I'd been out dressed with the help of The Boudoir and really enjoyed it, but realised that for the sake of my own self-esteem (and bank balance) I wanted to buy my own makeup.
Of course, I already had lots of makeup. But, basically, it was mostly shit. I was so scared of shopping for girly stuff in places like Boots that I used to buy those crappy pre-filled "cosmetic cases" from Argos! The kind that come with 15 shades of blue eyeshadow. Cringe.
So I needed some proper makeup and I needed some "basics", a good foundation and powder and other "starter kit" cosmetics paraphenalia. I'd decided to get the stuff I'd seen Jodie at the Boudoir using, and the place I'd heard was ideal for that was Charles Fox off Covent Garden in London. I was down in London for the day, so I decided to pay them a visit.
I was still really nervous about shopping for tranny stuff, but I mustered up my courage and went into the shop and up to a pretty female assistant. I'd decided to make no bones about why I was there...
"Hi, I'm a TV and I need a good foundation," I mumbled semi-confidently.
The woman looked mildly surprised but completely unphased.
"Right," she said. "You'll want something a bit stronger than a regular foundation. Have you heard of these Kryolan sticks?"
I smiled. This was going well. She wasn't being funny about me being a transvestite at all! She was cool with transvestites! She probably gets trannies in here every five minutes! My confidence skyrocketed.
"Yes, that's the stuff I need! What shade?"
"That's the tricky thing. What looks good in here or in daylight might not look good under the strong lights..."
"Er, the strong lights?"
"Yes... you said you were on TV?"
"No... a TV. I'm a transvestite."
"Ohhhhh! I see, sorry! Er, sorry that I misunderstood I mean... not that you're a TV... anyway... um... right..."
My fragile confidence shattered in that instant.
It all went okay though. I got the stuff I needed and she was probably nearly as embarrassed as me. Ah, happy memories! *grimace*
Labels: transvestism
hang on while I stop laughing....
though it does make me wonder why woman, and trannies, take make up advice from those poepel in Boots and such, who look like extras in Charlie and the chocolate factory
Jane just pinged me about this post. I plucked up the courage into Charles Fox just recently, after only walking up and down oustide about three times; "going no, yes well maybe".
Finally went in (I was drab at the time) and spoke to a very attractive young lady and said I was after foundation to disguise a beard. She asked if it was for the stage and and I said no everyday, and she was not phased at all.
Although they couldn't sort me out then and there they were quite prepared for me to make an appointment for a proper colour match. I do have their number if anyone is interested.
I walked out feeling about 10ft tall. By the way love the Blog. XX
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