The options and perils that come...

 The great thing about shorter skirts is you can experiment with how much bare leg you wish to have on display from none with tights or leggings, over the knee or thigh length socks or ankle socks all of which can send out different signals.

I don't tend to like longer skirts not least they kind of make me look a bit "too old", too died in the wool and really when I'm in a better place mentally I'm not like that being more lively or indeed playful although I can get carried away which is an occupational hazard of being a little.

Of course you still have to keep some modesty if you don't wish to hear off stage "tut-tut's" if not followed by some sort of sanction so you're holding on to the sides if it's windy and having keep you legs together and that when sitting.

On the other hand making it that I just have to might be the kind of thing some would feel was good training.

Past inspired looks

 Wasn't feeling too great to be honest today with a bit of a pain in my leg but something I have been experimenting a little with over the last nine months or so between all the craziness is wearing shorter skirts again which was something I did like around 2008 through 2013.

Back then I was mainly wearing stockings with them but this time I've being mixing thigh high socks and opaque tights (hose to those on the other side of the Atlantic) with them with t shirts or blouses.

It's probably the more minx-like side of me that just feels like coming out from time to time I guess but hey, when I go too far isn't it easier to bring me to heel?

Up to bed!

Sometimes I wonder if I could get someone, a Mommy or Daddy figure to go through the motions of been taken to bed for a really hard spanking and straight to sleep when I start tailspinning badly as routines like that might be just what I'm need of.

I'm not really adult but not in a teen situation where I'd as of right this kind correction would be applied so I just mess up and then feel I can't be with people cos in a very real way I don't know what to do and how to behave in their company.

A weekend away

I'm just starting on writing this, an account of sorts of how this last weekend went recovering from the excitement as well as the heat of the last few weeks

For me, time spent in little/middle headspace is time well spent simply for being me with this weekends adventure beginning with catching  the local taxi to our principal rail station.

That made sense as I had some time to kill as the bus and trains don't quite tie in so well so I though I might as well check the destination boards, confirm which platform the train is due in and get there.

My train came in five minutes late which London Northwestern don't usually but as this was the result of a Manchester train being late after a super rapid platform change to manage with my case.

Having arrived I changed into my grey pinafore dress and had a mini code and chips as it was a little late for cooking from a quality local fish and chip shop which was scrumptious.

Sunday was the day of the Ikklespace picnic as organized by the great fantastic Sammy which generally involves a lot of bring various food  such as sandwiches, pies, cake and sausage rolls together with soft drinks to a well known view in South East England to share between ourselves and teddy bears.

We flew colourful kites competing with some massive model airplanes or venue users had, ran around blowing bubbles the size of clouds on the thermals, something I just loved, building massive plushie piles sometimes over people plus one person played an acoustic guitar.

The weather was mild with a mixture of sunshine and odd cloud which meant some did get an ice cream

Just after five as people were for departing we made our way back, dropping of one of our party at their flat before heading back to South Staffordshire where we had a sausage roll and cup of tie before bed.

I was up about a quarter of eight Monday morning to catch the nine fifty-three train to my local rail station which was delayed due to incidents by a half hour before taking a taxi back home for around eleven forty in the morning.