Shopping for transvestites.

I hate shopping for clothes, it's possible that I missed out on some vital female gene that creates shopping enjoyment. I'd much rather be in the garden than in some stuffy, noisy, clothes shop full of people much more glamorous than me. The changing room lights make me look hideous and I simply cannot be bothered by the whole humming and hawing over what to buy. Strange to report then, that yesterday myself and newly retired chum, Marianne spent an afternoon in the shiny shops of Dundee. Even stranger to report that I came home with no less than four items of clothing and none of them were from a second hand shop. Two items were rather feminine in their outlook, one might even be a dress, and the other a flouncy empire line top with a ribbon tie. Which brings me to the point of my photo. Even though I have tried it on, alone and with the back up of two step daughters and a partner and they assure me that it isn't the case, I have an awful suspicion that this outfit will make me look like Grayson Perry. Incidentally, he's the one on the right wearing the dress with a ribbon tie. This would only be a good thing if I were, in fact Grayson Perry but I'm not. I think he's a bit fabulous though and the combination of Mr Perry and UK telly garden chap, Monty Don in the same photo was too much to resist. Two ideal examples of manhood but as I am allergic to the whole grooming thing, my own style is closer to Monty's. I'm much more likely to look like a gardener than a transvestite potter. Unless I'm wearing my new top.

P.s - this lovely photo isn't mine - I downoaded it from Flickr and it was taken by Mark Blunden.