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Como todos me chamam de maníaca porque adoro empilhar coisas, estes dias descobri que existem até competições para empilhar as coisas mais inusitadas.
Convenhamos, isso exige uma certa habilidade....rsrrrs...........e paciência. O resultado é sempre bacana ou divertido( quando aquilo tudo despenca).
Model: Lilith Etch.
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Poetography - This weeks word is Question...
Font: Franklin Gothic Demi Regular
A politician is a statesman who approaches every question with an open mouth. By Adlai E. Stevenson
I chose this shot because I have come to believe that almost every Politician we have is in a fog and when you ask a question they are ready to talk but I doubt they even know what they are talking about...
The question is: how? Was the feather blown there like a dart in Wednesday night's gale or did someone place it there. And who did it belong to: a rook or a crow?
Question: who can sit still waiting longer – Rick or the Great Blue Heron?
Answer: Great Blue Heron.... by a long shot.
I sat on the river bank 2.5 hours waiting for this beautiful GBH to lift it's wings, flap, preen, do anything for heaven's sake. Nada. Nothing. S/he didn't even move his/her friggin feet! The most I got was a slight turn of the head. That was it for 2.5 hours until the light got too dim to stay any longer. (Well, actually, the wind ruffled the feathers, if that counts.)
I couldn’t figure out how the legs were tucked up under him/her. If someone can tell me the gender I’d appreciate it. When I look in my bird book it isn’t very helpful.
In any case, it was beautiful to meditate down on the river bank with him/her while the sun went down.
Question mark butterfly, named for the tiny white mark on the underside of the wing, shaped vaguely like the punctuation symbol. If you look closely you can see the mark on this one as it feeds on juices from the orange slice I put out for birds. I love the shape of the wings on this species. Should one land on a tree branch they can blend in perfectly with leaves and bark.
Montell, Uvalde County, Texas in July 2021
Question oreilles, je fais concurrence à mon frère Lewis.
Elsa a été chez le docteur ce matin pour ses vaccins et pour faire enregistrer sa puce française en Belgique. Elle a été très sage, mais elle est très "cabot", quand la vétérinaire lui a tondu la patte pour une prise de sang (pour vérifier si elle est stérilisée) elle a pleuré comme si on la battait ;-) Mais au moins avec elle, pas de muselière et elle a gentiment salué un autre chien dans le couloir.
Matter of ears, I compete with my brother Lewis
Elsa went to the doctor this morning for her vaccinations and to register her French chip in Belgium. She was very nice, but she has a very "show off" behaviour, when the vet sheared her paw for a blood test (to check if she is neutered) she cried as if she was beaten ;-) But at least with her, no muzzle, and she friendly greeted another dog in the hall.
Castles in the Sky
Song by Ian Van Dahl
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Do you ever question your life?
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever see in your dreams
All the castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
Do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
Are the castles way up high.
Please tell me why
Do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
Are the castles way up high.
Do you ever question your life?
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever see in your dreams
All the castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
Do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
Are the castles way up high.
Please tell me why
Do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why
Are the castles way up high.
~
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AI/PIXLR/GIMP
In my question I did not get the chance to say ALL the things that I would have liked to say. The truth is though this competition was very special for so many reason. It was my first competition like this which made it so unique and gave me a huge opportunity to grow and to learn not only with creating but in this amazing world of modeling and fashion! I also got to meet amazing people! We had so much fun and I feel like I made some good friends, who will forever be my Avistars Family! Most importantly though, the sweetest part of this competition was these two right here. We worked so hard. The 3 of us were non-stop. We pushed each other and we encouraged one another. We were driven to one up our best every week! Being surrounded by this kind of talent literally skyrocketed my drive. I was determine to only do my best because they only did their best. Cole quite literally honed their skills of meshing clothing and also learned Substance Painter for this competition. Bubby was knocking out new tricks like I have never seen before! The mesh bubby produced for this competition is beyond!! It is Epic! The rigging, *chefs kiss*. I literally grew 10 fold in my texturing and discovered new and amazing techniques that I will carry through into my creations. There is something so delectable about that kind of creative energy being shared. I can't wait to see what the future brings for us!
Here's WIP of a tank I'm working on.
If I were to make instructions for some of my builds, would you guys be interested?
"In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it is in summer
when we complained about the heat?" LOL
~unknown
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"Whatever the weather hope you're all having a good Sunday!"
~Mary Lou
SCOUT: “Jago! Jago!”
JAGO: “Yes, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Jago, Paddy and I need to ask you a very important question.” *Serious.*
JAGO: “Goodness, judging by that look on your face, it must be very important indeed. What is it Scout?”
SCOUT: “Paddy and I want to know if you have a favourite faerie tale.”
PADDY: “That’s right, Jago. In this house we read faerie tales all the time.”
JAGO: “Well, I love faerie tales. So does Mummy Junie. We used to read faerie tales snuggled up together on the settee.”
PADDY: “That’s good to know, Jago. Sometimes Daddy reads us faerie tales too and we snuggle up with him on the settee. Daddy’s favourite is Cinderella, because he is an old softie.” *Giggles.*
BOGART: “Being American, my favourite faerie tale is the first American one, the Wizard of Oz.”
COUSIN PADDINGTON: “I am quite partial to Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. The queen was wicked, but she certainly kept the story interesting.”
SCOUT: “Paddy loves Beauty and the Beast, even though I don’t think the end is right.”
JAGO: “Why is that, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Well! The poor Beast gets turned back into a crummy handsome prince when he should have stayed a Beast! That is who Beauty loved, not a crummy handsome prince!”
PADDY: “That is your opinion, Scout.”
SCOUT: “It is, Paddy, and it happens to be the correct one too!” *Nods affirmatively.*
JAGO: “That’s an interesting observation, Scout. I must think about that. Now, what is your favourite faerie tale?”
SCOUT: “Can’t you tell, Jago?” *Holds up Dolly.* “It’s Little Red Riding Hood! I love it, oh except for that nasty version by Charles Perrault where she gets eaten up by the wolf and that’s the end of the story! I don’t like that version! I like the version where she and Grandmamma get rescued by the kind woodcutter.”
JAGO: “Oh! I don’t think I know the version without the woodcutter, Scout. That sounds very…” *Thinks.* “Well final, without the woodcutter to save her.”
SCOUT: “I agree with you Jago! It’s a horrible version! Now, what is your favourite faerie tale?”
JAGO: “Well, I suppose it would have to be Goldilocks and the Three Bears. It is an old English faerie tale, after all.”
SCOUT: “Oh no!”
JAGO: “What is it, Scout?”
PADDY: “Scout doesn’t like Goldilocks as a character, Jago.”
SCOUT: “You are absolutely right, Paddy! That Goldilocks was a no good, break and enter, homewrecking monster! She gobbled up all the little bear’s porridge, and broke his chair and slept in his bed wearing dirty shoes!”
PADDY: “We don’t know for certain that she did sleep in his bed wearing dirty shoes, Scout.”
SCOUT: “Of course she did, Paddy! She was a nasty, no good, break and enter, homewrecker!” *Nods affirmatively.* “We’ll have to find you a new faerie tale to like, Jago. Do you like Sleeping Beauty?”
JAGO: “Oh yes I do, Scout. It’s so magical and romantic, and it has pretty faeries in it too!”
SCOUT: “Good! Then that can be your favourite from now on. Alright Jago?”
JAGO: “Well, I suppose so, Scout.” *Thinks.* “I might still like to read Goldilocks and the Three Bears in private though.”
SCOUT: “Well, as long as I don’t have to read it with you, I don’t mind, Jago.” *Thinks.* “Did you say read faerie tales, Jago?”
JAGO: “Yes I did, Scout.”
SCOUT: “Do you enjoy reading faerie tales, Jago?”
JAGO: “Oh yes I do, Scout.”
SCOUT: “Oh that’s wonderful, Jago, because I love to be read faerie tales! Can you read me Little Red Riding Hood, please Jago?”
JAGO: “Wouldn’t you prefer to read it yourself, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Goodness no, Jago!” *Shakes head vehemently.* “I much prefer to have faerie tales read to me.”
JAGO: “Very well, Scout. I will read Little Red Riding Hood to you.”
BOGART: “And to me, Jago.”
COUSIN PADDINGTON: “And me too, please Jago.”
PADDY: “And me too, Jago. That is, only if it’s alright with you, of course. I usually have to read to Scout, so it would be lovely to be read to for a change.”
JAGO: “Yes of course I shall read to all of you if you would like. Can you bring me your book, Scout.”
SCOUT: “Yes Jago!” *Runs away and gets book.*
JAGO: “Right. Is everyone sitting comfortably?”
PADDY, BOGART, COUSIN PADDINGTON and SCOUT: “Yes thank you, Jago.”
JAGO: “Good. Then I will begin.” *Reads aloud.* “Once upon a time, near the edge of a thick forest lived a little girl and her mother.”
Jago is reading from “All About Little Red Riding Hood” from the “All About Series” published by Cupples and Leon Company, New York in 1930. The classic faerie tale was retold and illustrated by John B. Gruelle, who is perhaps best known and loved for his creation of of Raggedy-Ann and Raggedy-Andy.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Jago is a recent addition to my ever-growing family. A gift from a dear friend in England, he is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Travelling all the way from London, Cousin Paddington was caught in transit thanks to the Coronavirus pandemic. After so long here he has decided to stop with us permanently. That makes me happy, as the more I look into his happy, smiling face, the more attached I am becoming to him.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
I'm still asking all these questions, it's been a long time now, and it's getting longer day after day, but I just can't accept what I did and even less how I did it.
Actually I really feel like I knocked myself up, everyday looks the same, each time I think I feel better, I finally feel worse, I can't go on and I still don't understand what's keeping me here.
Sometimes I just wanna run to her and explain myself to her, like, real explanations, not the shitty ones I said to her just to make her hate me and leave me alone.
But life isn't like this, and I'll probably never hear her voice again, and I miss it, how I miss it...
This place was shot in Luzern, made me think of Annecy in France, regarding the both sides of this lovely city, with ancient and new. I'll sure get back to there one day or another.
Have a nice day folks!
He's a familiar begger baba in Varanasi (Benares), always hanging out on the ghats asking tourists to take his picture for a few rupies. I'm usually very reluctant to give money for a picture but i admit that i did that time. I also asked him if he wanted a print, but he didn't show any interest whatsoever. In fact, this old guy is quite touching, the way children can be sometimes. I often wonder about their life story and ask questions, but as my Banarsi friend Sanjay then said to me "how does it matter what his past might have been. Sometimes it's better not to know".
Varanasi, Uttar-Pradesh, India. 2008
old watch illuminated with a flashlight.
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A small cascade tumbles in the Mount Hood National Forest. We often see the top part of this falls but rarely do we see this lower portion. This is one I am planning on hitting this winter in the fresh snow!
Hope you all have a great Sunday...I am headed out shooting......Cheers!!!!
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ISO Speed 100
Exposure Bias 0 EV
Unique, rare, or otherwise odd leaders can be found on any train on any railroad, really, but there are few times when something special appears on the last of the roadrailers. NS256 is one of only two surviving roadrailer trains, and it is almost always headed by NS AC44C6M rebuilds, however this time we got something a bit special. The BNSF Fakebonnet 751 took the charge of the eastbound roadrailer, which was a real treat. With the longevity of these two roadrailer trains heavily in question these days, getting a fun leader like this made for a nice change of pace. The faded red and purple henbit in a field near Sidney are a nice change of the usual black and white of the NS-led Triple Crowns. A fine treat for sure.
Why do I love becoming a woman? A question I often ask myself as well as hearing from others who know of my liking to take ion a female persona. Do I regret being a man that desires to dress as a woman? Where is it all going to end up?
Questions, questions…
I accept we all have our own motivations and aspirations for expressing our desire to dress as women and which can also be a desire to inhabit a female persona. I have my personal feelings, emotional needs and ambitions for my female alter-ego which are not necessarily a reflection of how others feel about their own situation. For me, I have a need to actually pass as a woman and be perceived as being female when I cross-dress. I will admit to frustration over the years through a combination of my lack of skills in the art of male to female transformation, limits imposed by my physicality (being male) and I’m sure well meant advice telling me to forget passing and just enjoy it. To forget passing undermines everything that motivates my female side. When I become Helene I want to be a woman not simply a man dressed up. I dream of having a feminine appearance and emotionally being female rather than male. If this all sounds like serious transexual characteristics and an urgent need to start transition then let me say with utter certainty that is not what I want.
I don’t buy into the simplistic view that if you have a powerful desire to be a woman then the only answer is to transition. Nothing is that straightforward that you can boil it down to a one or the other answer. There exists a huge area of crossover. I genuinely like my male life and like being me. The idea of killing off my male self and only existing as a woman is not something I want. If I were to indulge in being simplistic, I could say I want it all, to be both a man and a woman. However, I know, especially now I am sixty years of age, how my feelings operate in terms of my transgender feelings. I can see now I have real intense moments of wanting to be female and this are all consuming when they occur. I do understand though, that these intense desires being too diminish and I am happy to return to being a man again. I would say that is reasonably creative cut as to why transitioning would not be a happy course of action for me.
I doubt I am alone in having these intense moments of wanting to be female forever but knowing they will at some point ease off. I will admit that it is these feelings that drive me to want to actually look convincingly female and to behave as a female both physically and emotionally when I transform myself from a man into a woman. It’s a fundamental part of my being and needs to be set free now and again.
In recent months my focus and aspirations for my female self has shifted towards passing myself off in a believable way as being a real woman. I find myself observing real women more and more and noting their choices in clothing, footwear and make-up. I also observe what men find attractive in women they encounter My goal is to be accomplished enough to be perceived as being a female and I too want to behave and respond as a female with any social interactions be that shopping, a polite hell, having a coffee in a cafe, visiting a gallery, having a meal and even creating some intrigue and desire with men. In short my aim for the few hours I take on my female persona I want o be able to cease being a man in every way and exist as a female.
Having outlined my feelings and aspirations does that answer any of the questions I began this narrative with? I think it partly addresses them. I do have many regrets about being a man that dresses as a woman. I kind of regret I never accepted this part of myself throughout my life. It caused me a lot of angst and made me a shy not very sociable person. I think I was far more transexual as a teenager and young man than I am now. Once I settled into a career I liked and a relationship that means more to me than my own inner desires and then had a family, everything took on a different level of contentment and also responsibility. My wife and family far outweigh my lifelong desire to become female, I would hate to cause any disruption to that. I do regret my cowardice as a young person not to act on my inner feelings in regard to desiring to be female. I chose the easy option of denial and suppression. Inevitably, I failed in that attempt at self control and had to come out as being transgender at the age of forty one. I do have regrets that certain people I came out to have used it against me, I misjudged their trust. I have regrets I don’t have breasts, a female body and look female, I dream of being feminine. Im not feminine though so this does distress me somewhat and I regret the lack of femininity.
Despite the regrets, they are not enough to crush me as I do enjoy my life, it’s an aspect I can handle, I know it is down to my own inaction that these regrets exist. I try to not let them intrude as I do enjoy my rare moments as a woman and find each opportunity incredibly rewarding and fulfilling.
Recently I was asked by a female friend where all of this was going to end up? It really made me think and I wanted to answer as honestly as I could. At the moment I think in the next few years I will start to spend time out and about as a woman not a man. This is a reflection of where I am going emotionally and also I do have personal ambitions in regard to the challenge of existing as a (part-time) woman. I want to do it well and never be considered as a man when I head out as a woman. I therefore see an increase in this kind of activity and a change in my wardrobe, hair and make-up to reflect this. I did consider what would occur if I were single. I don’t want to be single but it was a hypothetical scenario I felt I should muse over. I believe I would likely spend a lot more time as my female self if I were single but I’m pretty certain I would not transition. I still like my male self so I see such a scenario as being a less inhibited opportunity to fully express myself more freely.
It has taken me pretty much fifty years to accept myself and I don’t feel I’m still quite there yet, there is a lot more self acceptance I need to embrace. I think it’s my fear of damaging my relationship with my wife and family, who all know I have a female alter-ego, that prevents me from pushing things further. Al I can say is I do feel a lot more at ease with my inner female self than I did in past decades.
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Skin: LUMAE - Rhae Skin [T1] NEW!!!
Head: LeLUTKA - Avalon Head
Body: eBODY - Reborn
Boobs: eBODY REBORN - Juicy Boobs
Hair: no.match_ - No Engine [@ Uber]
Bodysuit: .:Beauty of Darkness:. CG-001 Bodysuit,
Tattoo: THIS IS WRONG - Electroclub shine+tattoo
Weapon: [REKT x TREVOR] - Swordmaster Kabuto [Check this video to see the different animations, options] NEW!!!
Boots: Diaboli Design - Solid Boots
Pose: Ana Poses - Moon
under the skies that transcend billions of universes,
the outsized elephant-room of questions & secrets;
deepak ` the lightwriter's canvas broach in open.
we read our dread, Who if I cried out would hear me?
mind the stillness-mat viz; feelings get encroached; at
first, you praise their dress, then you get ash-dressed.
'ours' keeps breaking - ourselves, within our perimeter.
bully / pulpit alters us; diminishes sickle consciousness.
betwixt the micro spaces of conversation / correctness,
a certain static silence had enshrined in - just all over.
harbinger of tenuous assumptions kept on ossifying
into the experiments with musts, doubts, turncoats.
approvers bare intimacy that bears inching eyes;
and when one is completely inside one's perfidy,
a cover-up mindset suborns a hushed horizon —
pretends - the decisions had been difficult. 'yes'
— deserts us in a forgetting curve that reminds us,
of sti-ff-ness between us, culturing the same sky.
take over air consternates us-sets dreams on fire.
formless hubris viz debris, give themselves to gust
to be e'er scattered betwixt this/that; bedraggled.
zeroing in, insecurity at the heart of human constructs
the displaced shoes let you see, the surface of yore.
a long haul to dig and find, the great heart of our past.
no spin here, to foresee, real ground under our feet.
unchopping a tree, perched on wasteland, silences..
a thousand mile stare, ensouls thousand silhouettes:
anagram—breathy.ed each other to the bridging truth;
and learnedness, endlessly multiplied with curtain call.
where e g /oquence isolates honest assessment, not
being one of their chiliad/st.ic quarters isn't isolation.
not a diminishment, if being exercised more fully -
- truth's episodic memory is tender and unwavering;
ongoing procedure of days - = - simply transformative,
to rain align, all the absorbed moments of illumination.
bathed in light, friendships bear holistic temperament
alert, alert, alter! “after the game is before the game”.
tales shine in via our window of thousand caresses,
where you are sewing a blouse that feeds the spine.
tender paws & sky-ball inside, dashing out of a conch;
over tears-coasts, the white expanse, so kind & clear.
coconut chirping an intrinsic and glorious awakening.
rose dew here, and trouble talk lies beyond the map.
the truth is made real through servitude in affection.
psithurism of intimate revelations recalls clutched keys;
the key did turn. everywhere you turn is full of wonder.
awed to see - the shift inside, shifts deep garden state!
how did a blackbird of the milky way land up here,
that joy glistens in the kaleidoscopic, tent•i•er eyes.
how else to truly trace this landscape of provenance,
a cat following a radiant butterfly to the ringing bells.
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India ▪ that is Bhāratam
a quiet 'photo meditation' and a poem
to read in the quiet of your days.
and share as we gather around what we love.
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* The italicized line is by Rainer Maria Rilke.
The brief and questions I gave myself for this project were:
if I truly had to design my very own craft what would I want it to look like?
As a pilot, what kind of tech would I want to see in the cockpit?
What real life scenario could I incorporate making it a unique experience?
If I needed it repaired/ refueled, would I have the correct gear?
Could I build in real safety features?
What if I crashed in a remote place and needed to survive?
Can I challenge myself from a builders persepctive using parts that hardly ever come out to play?
Could I revisit my stickering techniques on such a small build?
My answers were:
I wanted something that visually had a very aerodynamic shape that looked like it was moving even when stationery, it had to have a unique "skin" that set it apart from any of my previous builds. Plus been a Starfighter, it had to be equipped with lots of weapons, that could shoot any enemy in any direction. If I wanted to be able to end a mission I could just inject and still tell the tale to my mates. My wishlist for this very personal project was, make it truly mine!
Over 80 hours of building and experimental phases was a challenge, only as its 16 x 35 studs and 9-in height, made it rather difficult to integrate not only the many play features but the final balance display stand. Ive truly enjoyed the Jam, guys you are all my hero`s, such a wonderful creative bunch. Thank you kindly to the organization of this great contest! Over &-Out
Play features on FXX (-number of features after the # )
·Front pronge shooters rotate 180° (left & right) #2
·Hidden frontend loading slot for missiles #2
· Squeeze side panels to release main missiles to fire (left and right) #2
·Open side panels to release the drop target bombs (left and right) #2
·Trigger the side decoy flares (left & right) #2
·Swivel hydrolysis pipe for regas when in servcie (left & Right) #2
·Fully opened bottom panels reveal computer charger panel and refuelling ports which are numbered from 1·3: 1) is jet fuel 2) is for hydrogen and 3) us for oxygen #5
·Removable engine covers on rear mechanism, access to batteries and cooling refuelling ports #2
·Removable quantum batteries #2
·Refuelling connection port for cooling #2
·Swivel side panel opens hatch (left):
Contains 9 items that can be removed and used: Hammer, spanner, ice hammer, screwdriver, GPS unit, emergency sky flare, galaxy neutral passport card, tablet and first aid kit #10
Swivel side panel opens hatch (right):
Contains 6 items whuch can be removed and used: main laser shotgun, Handheld tazer gun, a pack of Hero Bullets, camo face paint cream, 2 meters carbon rope, 1.5m bugee card hidden in the door #7
·Under carriage features frontend full foldable landing gear integrated into body#1
·Turn nob switch activates light inside cockpit to show pilot landing gear is activated (for real) #2
·Fold down panel fires a rear bomb disc #1
·Once pushed into full lock it automatically fires without the need to finger fire #1
·Swivel and folable landing rear gear #2
·Fully removable cockpit screen #1
·Wind screen holder for pilot entry and exit #1
·Pilot has own personal storage unit #1
·Datacard used to release Drone, which automatically falls from craft #2
·Drone folds open and has adjustable antennas #3
·Hidden side lazer guns can swivel up to 172° (left & right) #2
·Injectable pilot seat release #1
·Pilot has flying seat once fully activate folded for flight #1
·Fold down display stand #1
·Removable steering /-navigator tablet for pilot #1
· can come in/ out #1
A couple of days ago I was a question or should I say I was requested to post photos of what would be wearing over the past few days, The kind of outfits to do housework, shopping and how I would dress if I was full time.
I was going to go all practical but then decided that those photos would be contrived because that's not how I would dress for the most part. I don't do normal casual clothes all the time. Yes they have a time and a place normally down to job to undertake, environment, and lack of anything else to wear.
So this was yesterdays outfit. I did the washing and hung it out, then went into town to get my shoes re-heeled, Returned home got washing in and put it away then cooked dinner all in this outfit, So pleased I wore the sweater as it was blooming chilly.