In The Pink!

True, I had walked off the dancefloors around 2am, then there was the drive home, so I only saw my pillow at maybe 3:30am. I blame myself entirely as I must have caught this gentleman’s eye and we’d got chatting. He wanted me to stay out much later, and well, I’d quite got carried away. But I’d already decided to grab the last half hour in one particular place I favour for music choice and for some final dancing to round the evening off nicely….
He was not bad looking and tall – very much taller than me even in my heels – a point that definitely ticks my box. And very attentive which is also quite appealing, isn’t it.
But I’m now quite getting off the subject…
So dearie me, yes, I admit it, I’d stayed up a bit late this Saturday and by the time I settled down to actual sleep I must have only managed a few precious hours. And well yes, on Sunday I’d been invited on an stylish afternoon canal cruise which, of course, I promised I’d attend.
And good golly, even just mentioning it here brings back the vivid image of me frantically running as best as I could in impossible red high heels across cobbles, grasping the voluminous pleats of my dress, and with the boat people waving furiously at me to hurry whilst everything was being held against the sailing time-table. I made it. But only just. That was several years ago and unbelievably I was invited again.
And so, finally heading off to bed at silly o’clock I’d decided I just wouldn’t make it and have to phone to cancel, but to my amazement I woke up quite bright and in full zing a bit after 9am.
“Right then, Amanda girl – get a sensible head and you’ll make the sailing!”
So dearie me, first some strong coffee before jumping in the shower for a delicate scrub down and a quick glide of my ladies razor over my under-arms, legs and more intimate areas. Even though I doubted I’d be body-searched by Canal Customs, one can but hope, can’t one, and it’s an oh so essential a part of feeling my feminine best. After a soft towelling down, then of course, a top to toe addition of a rich penetrating moisturiser – which for me if you’re interested, is always the Holland & Barret Dr. Organic Vit E skin lotion. Having tried many a brand I go through gallons of this lovely nourishing cream. Next, a few gentle breathing exercises to draw some rich oxygen into my body in an attempt to enliven things up a little. And now to inspect my face… At this point I have to admit I’m clearly remiss on my precious beauty sleep. “Those wrinkles, my dear, are a clear sign of burning and candle at both ends” – I stiffly admonish myself – but as usual, I do not heed the warning. Rubbing some lotion into my face I try to awaken the skin ready for some make-up. I decide to let this soak in for a minute or two, slip into my dressing gown and fluffy slippers to choose a suitable outfit. And at this point I realise that I really have no sensible head – just the girlie one pushing me on down, down the inevitable slippery slope – Hmm… Shall I wear something with a nautical theme? Or maybe a simple but classical blue with white polka-dot. Hmm… I’m not so sure. I’ve been just so busy I’ve given the all-important subject of what to wear no thought at all… Oh but maybe I could slip into the Lindy Bop pink number that’s still hanging out from my park outing a few days ago – Oh Heavens, NO, Amanda, Please! – Remember, you have to walk right across a part of the busy city over to the canal basin…Confident me? Well maybe a little. But the idea of catching a heel and going A over T into a crowd of busy shoppers… Then, fluttering open my eyelashes up into the face of a rugged chap that neatly caught me in my plight… Hmm. Well, maybe a sweet idea… But well maybe, not. I know, I’ll try the dress on and see how I look. It needs a quick iron and I’ll also pull out something less elaborate…..
I attend to my makeup routine, chose my new bright red bra, panties and deep 6-strap suspender belt set. Damn and blast, these seemed stockings have a snag as I slip into them. And would you believe it these also. I place them aside to be replaced. Ok then I’ll wear these silky super gloss lace tops. Into the dress and up goes the zip and I’m all securely imprisoned in all the pink femininity. The massive petticoat is pulled up over my legs onto my waist. Good heavens, is that the time… where does the time disappear to…? If I go right now I might just make it… I grab my coat and bag…
After an hour’s drive the City Centre parking is a nightmare – all kinds of online jolly japes pay schemes which I have no time for. I’m getting a little distressed. Then ah, one I can pay by card. Car’s all snug and in and once again I’m clip-clopping over cobbles in high heels… Briefly I stop at a shop window for a quick inspection.. I’ll do! – although I missed arranging my impossible petticoat…

In The Pink Extra: https://youtu.be/Xe175vmqm2s
Amanda x

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