Feeling much better
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So the marvelous
madamekat suggested we go to Jomar which was a nice change of pace, and I took a solid four hour nap. I feel like a whole new person. AND I woke up to an email that I won a contest I entered at the thrift store! I get a $5.00 gift certificate and t-shirt. yay! Still sore but less mopey.
FIG is a WWII reenactment that I had never been to before. So I kind of went in blind. It's held at a national guard base; and since last we checked I was a girl I stayed in the female barracks with the paperdolls. They decorated the whole barracks like a YWCA, it was really amazing the barracks displays some of these girls had. Full trunks, sets of luggage, furniture. I was impressed. Made my one suitcase look very pathetic. Only later did I discover that there was a woman who snored louder to me from halfway across the room than Rob snores 6 inches from my face...ew.
Bob had the store all set up when I got there. It was set up like a civilian clothiers shop. We debuted a bunch of new products, collar bars, men's shirts and trousers, linen hankies, sock garters (Bob was especially proud of those) and awesome umbrellas among others. We had our dresses, and suit jackets hung up along the walls with tables in a big U shape. It was quite a fabulous little shop if I do say so myself.
My photos are tiny and crappy as Bob couldn't find the camera and all I had was my cell phone, but small and crappy is better than nothing right?

Left side. Be sure to admire the sock garter model

Right side.
So Friday I got up around 11 and met up with Bob. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and then pretty much holed up in the shop until 7. Lots of business. Bob was sewing patches on for $5 (I think he under charged) and he had so many he put a whole in his finger. So I helped customers and watched Bob sew patches.
One of the Paper Dolls popped into the shop a little before closing and asked if I was coming to the party tonight. I said "what party?" Apparently the Paper Dolls were throwing a fabulous party! We close up around 7:30 ish and Bob says, "Okay I'll meet you at the Paper Dolls Barracks for the party" The party is at 8. I go back to the barracks. I am tired sweaty and all I really want is to go to bed. But Bob said he wanted to introduce me to the Irish Guards and I'm determined to have a full experience (and network for the business). I put on my girdle (more on how I got stuck in a girdle later) my spiffy stockings, more make up, redo the hair and it's 8:00, time for the party...no Bob...it's 8:30...no Bob so I say Fuck'em and go to the party by myself. It was very fun. Basically I stole a seat on the couch and let the party come to me. What I'd been up since 6? I had a lovely time talking to Karen and her husband. 10:00 rolls around and Karen and her husband get up to go. Leaving me alone on the couch. The creepy SS officer who'd been staring at me for the last 45 min stands up and moves towards the couch. I quickly decide it was time for bed and made a fast retreat to my barracks. I fight my way out of the girdle (I promise more on that later) and scraped off the make up, brushed out the hair, and somehow very awkwardly climbed unto my top bunk. At 11:15 a drunken voice yells through the door "Excuse me is Robin in there" Someone quickly answers "NO!" before Karen goes "wait, isn't she?" and my cover is blown. Yes Bob I'm in here. Bob staggers in, hat disheveled cup in hand, giant SWAK on his cheek. "What! You've gotta come to the party so I can introduce you to the Guards!" No way Bob I'm in my pjs, in bed. We argued about this for about a min before he realized there was no way I was going out in my pjs and staggered back out.
So I got a Rago all in One to keep my stockings up for the party. While planning my outfits the discussion came out of how the heck do you even put one of those on. Bob says quite confidently that you just pull it over your head. My instinct was to wiggle up, but he sounded so certain that you go top down. I assumed he was at the photo shoot for these so I took his word for it.
DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSANCES GO TOP DOWN IF YOU HAVE ANY FORM OF BOOBS! You'll very very quickly end up with your arms over your head, a wadded girdle stuck UNDER your shoulders but unable to go over your boobs, arms wedged in the air and circulation quickly dying. Standing in a bathroom stall, wiggling your damnedest and getting no where. I find myself having my own 127 hours moment, do I chew off my arm to get it back off or ask perfect strangers to help me shoehorn myself out of a stuck girdle....so yeah. the moral of the store is unless you want to waddle like a penguin always go bottom up.
Also another interesting thing I noted is while it's actually very comfortable once you get it on, wearing stockings is really important. It keeps the girdle from riding up. You wouldn't think they'd matter so much, but they really do. I wore it at the party on Friday and at the Dance on Saturday and I have to say one of the most comfortable shapewear pieces I've ever wiggled into.
So that gets us up to Friday night. I think Saturday will have to be a separate entry.
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FIG is a WWII reenactment that I had never been to before. So I kind of went in blind. It's held at a national guard base; and since last we checked I was a girl I stayed in the female barracks with the paperdolls. They decorated the whole barracks like a YWCA, it was really amazing the barracks displays some of these girls had. Full trunks, sets of luggage, furniture. I was impressed. Made my one suitcase look very pathetic. Only later did I discover that there was a woman who snored louder to me from halfway across the room than Rob snores 6 inches from my face...ew.
Bob had the store all set up when I got there. It was set up like a civilian clothiers shop. We debuted a bunch of new products, collar bars, men's shirts and trousers, linen hankies, sock garters (Bob was especially proud of those) and awesome umbrellas among others. We had our dresses, and suit jackets hung up along the walls with tables in a big U shape. It was quite a fabulous little shop if I do say so myself.
My photos are tiny and crappy as Bob couldn't find the camera and all I had was my cell phone, but small and crappy is better than nothing right?

Left side. Be sure to admire the sock garter model

Right side.
So Friday I got up around 11 and met up with Bob. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and then pretty much holed up in the shop until 7. Lots of business. Bob was sewing patches on for $5 (I think he under charged) and he had so many he put a whole in his finger. So I helped customers and watched Bob sew patches.
One of the Paper Dolls popped into the shop a little before closing and asked if I was coming to the party tonight. I said "what party?" Apparently the Paper Dolls were throwing a fabulous party! We close up around 7:30 ish and Bob says, "Okay I'll meet you at the Paper Dolls Barracks for the party" The party is at 8. I go back to the barracks. I am tired sweaty and all I really want is to go to bed. But Bob said he wanted to introduce me to the Irish Guards and I'm determined to have a full experience (and network for the business). I put on my girdle (more on how I got stuck in a girdle later) my spiffy stockings, more make up, redo the hair and it's 8:00, time for the party...no Bob...it's 8:30...no Bob so I say Fuck'em and go to the party by myself. It was very fun. Basically I stole a seat on the couch and let the party come to me. What I'd been up since 6? I had a lovely time talking to Karen and her husband. 10:00 rolls around and Karen and her husband get up to go. Leaving me alone on the couch. The creepy SS officer who'd been staring at me for the last 45 min stands up and moves towards the couch. I quickly decide it was time for bed and made a fast retreat to my barracks. I fight my way out of the girdle (I promise more on that later) and scraped off the make up, brushed out the hair, and somehow very awkwardly climbed unto my top bunk. At 11:15 a drunken voice yells through the door "Excuse me is Robin in there" Someone quickly answers "NO!" before Karen goes "wait, isn't she?" and my cover is blown. Yes Bob I'm in here. Bob staggers in, hat disheveled cup in hand, giant SWAK on his cheek. "What! You've gotta come to the party so I can introduce you to the Guards!" No way Bob I'm in my pjs, in bed. We argued about this for about a min before he realized there was no way I was going out in my pjs and staggered back out.
So I got a Rago all in One to keep my stockings up for the party. While planning my outfits the discussion came out of how the heck do you even put one of those on. Bob says quite confidently that you just pull it over your head. My instinct was to wiggle up, but he sounded so certain that you go top down. I assumed he was at the photo shoot for these so I took his word for it.
DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSANCES GO TOP DOWN IF YOU HAVE ANY FORM OF BOOBS! You'll very very quickly end up with your arms over your head, a wadded girdle stuck UNDER your shoulders but unable to go over your boobs, arms wedged in the air and circulation quickly dying. Standing in a bathroom stall, wiggling your damnedest and getting no where. I find myself having my own 127 hours moment, do I chew off my arm to get it back off or ask perfect strangers to help me shoehorn myself out of a stuck girdle....so yeah. the moral of the store is unless you want to waddle like a penguin always go bottom up.
Also another interesting thing I noted is while it's actually very comfortable once you get it on, wearing stockings is really important. It keeps the girdle from riding up. You wouldn't think they'd matter so much, but they really do. I wore it at the party on Friday and at the Dance on Saturday and I have to say one of the most comfortable shapewear pieces I've ever wiggled into.
So that gets us up to Friday night. I think Saturday will have to be a separate entry.