Another summertime tune 🙂
Another summertime tune 🙂
My favourite tune at the moment! Every time I hear it, I just have to dance!!
Well, firstly how are all of you lovely people out there in the world of WordPress? I trust life has been kind to you all over these last few weeks.
I know I have been absent from my blog, and it feels like it has been forever. I aim to try and get back into writing, but being in the UK, there are always too many distractions! I have had an internet issue too, as usual, but I have a new gadget to compensate – an iPad.
I felt somewhat behind the technology movement; although I already have another type of Android tablet. I thought that the iPad would offer MORE, but I still don’t really enjoy using a virtual keyboard. I know, how old fashioned of me! Anyway, this little convenient bit of tech is forcing me to readjust, but I still miss my trusty laptop.
So, sorry for the lack of in depth info on everything that has been occurring, but to be honest I haven’t really got the inspiration to compose a lengthy post. Perhaps next time!
Oh, I will say I have honed some home improvement skills, which has made me really proud! My house in the UK is over a hundred years old, and it has taken time and energy to renew it. Now I can see the whole project coming together, at last!
Anyway, tell me about your summer activities; I would love to know what you have all been up to!
Bye for now!
Now I LOVE fashion (or style), always have and no doubt, always will. BUT (and this must be a significant ‘but’ for me to begin a sentence with it); I despise the notion that summer fashion equals everything on show for all to see.
Now before people pull me up on being anything but my usual ‘each to their own’, I have NO issue with individuality, freedom to express yourself and your own fashion tastes. All I ask is why can’t people CONSIDER their ways a little more for the sake of others, who, might struggle to retain their lunch upon viewing such things?
I am sick of sun = flesh equation, because this equation has detracted clothes from ladies considerably over recent years. Especially here, in Madrid.
Now I know how warm it becomes here, I am suffering and the temps aren’t even at their highest yet. I am from the UK, we are lucky to see 24 degrees for a summertime! So, perhaps I am allowing myself to feel shocked at what effects the sun can have upon people’s minds, and how it often causes a lack of clothes to occur.
Anyway, I just call for some public ‘decency’. I really don’t care if anyone feels I am being prudish or whatever else, because I don’t see how walking half naked equates to ‘liberation’ or ‘fashion’.
I ask the men out there; would you like to see the bum cheeks, and goodness knows what else, of fellow men as you go about your daily routines? Half naked men everywhere, all the time? It wouldn’t bother me, but then I am a woman!
Women will pass by with their bum cheeks (et al) on show as you eat. Standing on a packed metro train they pass you by with their bottoms rubbing upon you. After they have sweated upon seats you too will have to then sit upon. HYGIENE PLEASE!!
I mean women wear as little as possible, underwear little. I just wonder what is left to take off and expose?
OR, who ARE THEY exposing themselves too??
If their skirts blow up, and they are wearing teeny tiny thongs they often feel embarrassed, or they yank down their short skirts to keep them from exposing whatever. If a man stares at them they return his stare with a glare as though he is the pervert for looking at their nakedness! So, I am confused!
Do women feel they are dressing with everything on show for men, themselves or could it possibly be for the benefit of other women?
Could it be that any human forced into a ‘pack’ reverts back to archaic psychology – ‘top dog’ attitude, the top of the pecking order? Having to prove to their pack that they are THE ALPHA, THE BEST mating partner?
If it is dressing for themselves then, well, what can I do; but it doesn’t stop me becoming nauseous! Having to walk about and bear witness to the bare really makes me feel a little dirty!
Yes, dirty! I can’t explain it, and this is no doubt my psychological issue as much as theirs, but I see this ‘cave woman’ dress as just something I don’t need nor want to do. Also, I don’t want to see other women’s bits and bobs on display, I really don’t ‘feel’ it!
All I know is that I have always been my own person, and if someone can’t appreciate me fully clothed then I am not interested in them. I don’t need to strip to be accepted, included or validated.
Maybe I am beginning a new revolution; keep your clothes on!
If someone says that wearing little clothes is progress I’ll scream – the Victorians had the Whale bone corset, and we have the dinky, teeny, tiny butt cleavage shorts! Think about it – what has changed?
Oh, and for the record I don’t want to be ‘tan-tastic’ either – I love my paler skin tone – thanks!