I’m sitting here this morning in what I’m thinking of is my first “real” outfit. It’s delightful
Over the last month I’ve been mainly an opportunistic shopper, grabbing whatever I could find that was inexpensive and in my size. Each item was purchased in a vaccum, with no consideration for what else I had in my collection. Beggars can’t be choosers, and a beginning crossdresser is definitely of the begging variety.
But then I bought a particular skirt, and it inspired me. I love the skirt; it’s red and black and fits me nicely and just hangs to the knee. I wanted to wear it, but I found that nothing else in my stash worked with it. At all. So for the first time, I went out seeking items specifically to go with something else; I went looking for an outfit.
It took a week. I was limited in both time and funds, not to mention the limits put on my by my size and by the need to match the skirt. Ultimately, the Internet was a big help. Lots of store websites now have robust “find in-store” features, so I could shop from my computer until I found a likely purchase, and only then bravely venture into the store.
After a week, I did it; I found a black sheer top, long-sleeved, with a floral trim in shades of red, orange, and coral that I thought would match the skirt well. And it was in my size! And bonus, it was in the same store where I’d originally purchased the skirt! I was comfortable shopping there, knew the layout and the least-used men’s dressing room. [Yes, I’ve reached the point where I’m brave enough to bring items into the dressing room.]
So off I went. I found the top on the rack; and, nearby, the skirt that I’d originally purchased. I took them both into the dressing room and … I was right! I may not have a great eye for fashion, but I was certain these two looked good together. The top was a little small on me — in my size stitcher materials fit better, but this is more fitted. Still, I wasn’t leaving the store without it. If buying this top means I have to lose some weight, well … I’ve been trying to do that anyways. I stopped at another box store on the way home to grab some black opaque tights that I thought would look great with the outfit, and there it was: my first real outfit.
It seems a silly thing to be blogging about, I know; but I’m just happy with the way things worked out. It feels like I’ve reached a milestone in my development as a “girl.” I learned to shop in context! And even though the top is a bit tight, it feels glorious to be wearing this outfit today.
Now, I only wish I had a real pair of shoes to go with it. My men’s loafers are slip-on, at least, but big-size shoes still elude me. This outfit needs shoes …