Easter Edition

 (Pix credit: North Dallas Gazette)
Today's the day all right when a certain bunny -no not Jennie- comes around this time of year bearing gifts for the young and very much young at heart and things like Easter Egg Hunts are run.

 But wait what are Theo, Peaches and Two-Faced up to here with that there Egg?

Is it something the Yokel Constabulary ought to concerned as I do believe that egg is in fact mine and how dare they try to claim it as theirs to eat in their very own seat by the window plus anyway as it has their own paw prints all over it, recovery should be easy later on.

They're not getting away having it made by one of England's finest chocolate makers with I believe some separate chocolates included just you wait and see!!!

Nom, nom, nom!

August musings

Take one early August evening  where it's been very hot during the day even if the activities during the course of were anything but and I usually start thinking about  writing up this weeks blog.
It's always nice to see 'old faces' return to sites even though on some there are issues with sub cultures bullying others which meant I needed to report one person!
It's also nice where you can be in a space  that is accepting of you even if as this great manga cell makes the point, it's your life.

Certainly I live mine as I feel to best extent possible for me although everybody's circumstances are different so limiting what maybe you are able to.

Also I discovered my dormant 7Digital download site log ins as it was in late december 2020 in the throes of Covid that I last used it which is a few machines ago, finding most of the downloads were still there available to be  downloaded anew and I did download a few in better quality than I was using then.

I also got some weights so I was able to use an older cartridge I had not used since 2016 as it just wouldn't balance right on the tone arm .

A message from the Plushies II

Been a bit busy tidying up this week removing magazines that soon build up and the likes and  I thought I'd post about something that is troubling me.

 One group appears to have a "one set of rules for some and another for all else" running through who can be in a private group on a popular messaging site, the way people can know about any group activities - only seeing the information WHEN you've been added to the list so you never know to even register an interest before and not even getting back to your messages.

Ideas for a back up channel if one long running LG site has issues using the same provider are just ignored without comment even though they know the old Yahoo system had ceased working a while back and there is no list on site of Moderators so if anyone has a concern they can raise directly.

 

 Time to just cuddle your plushies while this carry on continues.

Going around the sun 2025 style

As you *may* of managed to work out it was my birthday last week but it just missed the publishing schedule which is why it is I'm writing about it today.

I had a number of cards from family and friends even if some were a bit late arriving with the recent extreme weather effecting when individuals could get out to mail them and also the UK wide delivery network.

Unicorns are such a cool creation, indeed I have a number of unicorns and one person I know, my BFF sent me this lovely card through the mail.

I went out for midday lunch with family to celebrate to a local public house that does home made cooking with big chunky carrots and home prepared roast potatoes so I opted for a Turkey roast with cranberry sauce. Apple sauce never did that much for me to be honest.

I followed that up with home made Apple Pie and vanilla ice cream which was really scrumptious having lots of flavour and texture. I don't like mushy apple flavoured filling in fruit pies.

I had birthday wishes from the site that's the home of 'George' and the Famous Five and other Enid Blyton favourites and some forums including GT, the LG camp chat room and the classical music thread of a music site who put up with my regressive side pretty well.

That ties into having by way of presents one classical music disc plus two records pre-ordered that I'll write about at some point, some money and chocolate.

You and the week

Well the tidying up this term continues in The Dorm which I hope you all appreciate while obviously we need to continue with new entries that follow that aim  which are really rooted in now.

Being away this weekend was great, managed against the odds to walk rather more taking my time at it than I had since being struck down with covid a few years ago that affected my breathing noticeably apart from brain fog and lethargy, taking in the sea air.

My world is and always has been a bit different, like how many people do you know who are legally adults that have dollies on their armchairs and teddies on benches in the front room and yesterday I spent the day in pink and white short skirt with white tights on?

Or who else would see seeing the White Rabbit  and buying coconut ice as being a highlight, just loving cute tasty candy?
 

It's not as if the other things didn't make an impact, like Miss Kitty, I found punk rock but it brought itself into that world rather than moving me along beyond it so the world in minds eye is different than my peers.

Growing Up? Well that was rather less of a space ship booster rocket take off into new unexplored space as a widening of the current space even if magazines like this would of been more what I would of wished for as much as the loss of so much of the children's comics over the last few decades is sad when fun got replaced by commercializing Tv, toy and movie ties with plastic tat.

Web events today are a thing, you buy access tickets and take part in interactive sessions even if real life conventions still exist although sadly I missed this one some nine years ago

Tomboy Jo

There's an age-old adage, "There's more than one way to skin a cat" and that is very true when it comes into many aspects connected with age regression and the life that goes with it so I usually counsel an acceptance that there's no one magically right way to go about it.
This is especially true on the little/middle girl side where sometimes it might seem we're all frilly dresses with lashings of lace but there was a girl, very famous one who was a heroine of mine who went a whole 180 degrees the other way

 "George" from the Famous Five series actually was Georgina a girl who was very much a Tomboy, taking the lead and liking to wear less feminine girls attire to the point she did wear schoolboys shorts (although most modern versions remove this essential aspect of the storylines).

You could say she was rebelling about gender roles  and what was seen as suitable attire for girls and actually there is a fair bit of her in me that does wear shorts that aren't super pink and with curvy piping outside of my love of dresses.

I do wear the above navy tailored 'boys' shorts with my girls attire as that girl which is at times more practical and yet also does tie in with liking to present as a middle/little

This Saturday for instance I wore them with my Hello Kitty long sleeve t shirt and white frilly ankle socks outdoors walking as it was fairly warm for time of year which is pretty Tomboy.

 

 

Of course that doesn't mean I cannot and do not have pretty dollies I can play with, dressing them up and creating super girls adventures that I and they feature.

Indeed we might have that most occassions especially social ones you have me in pretty skirts and dresses with matching accessories, it's just that it isn't like that all the time.
 

One Thousand Two Hundred and One trips around the sun

Here at Joanne's Dorm we're marking an anniversary today.

You see it is our 1,201st post on the blog that was began before Tumblr was born and Instagram was thought of so this was my main platform to express myself as a person on rather than just sharing opinions around odd topics on forums.

It's a slice of life blog of a middle/little as lived and experienced so all life from adventures and interests about that life are to be found which I feel is it's strength as when you're like me you're always regressed to a point, usually requiring some oversight and so that life is in its context rather than something you might just role play at.

This blog always went into other things that run across me and this crazy life such as uniforms, identities and the swish of discipline which some of us sometimes need given we're not so reliable at being self disciplined.

One thing I have been doing for this anniversary has been tidying up some entries where say images were small being made on a ancient desktop computer and a very slow unreliable internet connection where it was type, assemble and publish before the connection went.

Today thank goodness the internet is faster and much more reliable and like many it's moved on from bulletin boards and yahoo groups to buying things online as  much as some things such as clothing I do prefer to see, handle and even try on.

One thing I have being more of is exercise and today's picture was taken recently while out doing just that in its vivid colours which the recent changes in blog layout now allow me to take full advantage of.

Happy 1,201st Anniversary!

Changed plans

Things for early next month were going to be different in that what had been an institution in the last decade that had been put on hold for personal reasons - the Ikklescape Picnic in the Home Counties - after 2017 were to resume and indeed I had expressed the view I was very much looking forward to attending.

Sundays on the railway are always a funny thing going back to and in part the reason to the days where anything beyond Monday thru Friday was seen as irregular and so people on the railways were never "rostered" just paid more to work on days off even if it was a fairly popular day for travel.

This tends to mean there are less trains running and often starting later plus engineering work tends to be scheduled just to add chaos so a train is replaced with a bus which is often slower.

Seemingly the train I was to have caught while listed in the current timetable of one operator had been changed by another after publication so rather than starting in Manchester, going to Crewe and then on towards Birmingham now went straight from Manchester, Stockport without stopping at until Stafford missing this area out completely.

Given we needed to at this event for around 1 pm and it was three hours drive just north of Birmingham, I needed to be there by no later than 10 and next train would of got their just before 11 which was far too late.

Thus I had to cancel my plans for it as there was no way an overnight stay on the Saturday would fit with someone else's arrangements.

Going for a spin

 

Girls of a certain age will get this totally, knowing the lp record jackets they are holding although the discs are North American albums not issued over here but we are in a a students flat, enjoying a party.

There is something very sociable in music being a shared thing between a group of people which people talk about, play in each others company and maybe go to live performances together.

Now one beauty of the lp - this is being typed as I'm actually playing records right now - is the bigger tapestry for album art and ease of reading any notes which are common place on Jazz and Classical recordings concerning the compositions and performances you are hearing.

I find when I am not well, which sadly isn't uncommon to play something brings back pleasanter memories apart from being soothing if one takes suitable precautions to avoid loud volumes.

My record deck has an auto off which means if I drift of to sleep it will stop and lift the arm back up so needle and record isn't harmed although compact disc is more "idiot proof" apart from potentially program lengths before needing to be changed over.

How or what you may collect is personal - I have popular compilations that are ideal for putting on when radio may be playing stuff you don't like  or for just drifting back in time to outside of artists in popular music and Composers for Jazz and Classical but having something you can touch and play is just magical.

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Drop that old disguise

 

There are times when I feel the best thing for any little would be to toss aside the many layers of sophistication we may of felt pushed in the direction of while trying to cover over this side of us such as the fascination in being on top of news and celebratory gossip.

Just switch off the phone and computer, put on simple outfit like a pinafore dress and place yourself on a largish bed or the floor with some plushies, simple blocks with letters or patterns and a colouring book and let it all out in play.

Be engrossed in it, make "silly" noises, create dialogue for your toys while you play.

 Go on nature walks skipping, jump in a puddle, even try writing a note to your grown up side telling them just how you feel about being hidden.

The only you that matters is the authentic one.

Christmas paws edition

*** HAPPY CHRISTMAS FOLKS *** 

At this time of year it's usual for me to take a break from blogging, commenting on various websites not least Tumblr simply because there's that much at the face to face so-called real life level to be getting on with so that has really  to take priority in the build up to Christmas Day and  shortly afterward.

This year will be no different so I thought I'd let you know I'll be off for a period.
(((Hugs)))

Music - can it take you to adultland?

 

I was reading a popular and usually pretty sensible Tumblr blog when I came by a post which was supposed to been all about of coming out of a regressed little headspace to re-enter a adult one which was interesting.

The first thing is with me if you hand not realized I'm not regressed in the sense in which I enter a younger headspace from having been in an adult one because actually I'm always like this.

It's more about to what extent I mask it to the point I just have a meltdown cos some of you can't handle it.

The bigger thing was they were were talking about steps to take to get back into this adult state of mind and one they suggested was playing music you associated with that role and like I was thinking "Uh-huh?"

Look, I know a fair bit about music, did it at school, collect recordings by many artists in different genres and have been know to blog elsewhere about it but is there really such a thing thing as music you associate with being adult?

I was listening to symphonies and solo piano music at the age 8 starting to have a bit of a record collection as that girl, like most of you I heard my folks favourites some of which I liked and some I didn't but all this music takes me back to my childhood.

If you heard a song of your parents that they liked to play doesn't that actually take you back in that time?

To me that's always been the thing. Music takes you back.

I get it that you may need to do somethings like run your own finances and work if you're capable of it so you can't just stay at home playing with your barbies but the idea that there is music that somehow catapults you back to doing adult stuff I find very hard going.

Doing things Jo style

The same but different was part heading of an entry on the other blog that was a necessary examination of some topics before it could (and did) move on in an integrated way and in some ways this year was like that.

The first thing to say is there are some who like to push their ideas on you when it comes to how you present not just in terms of dress but what you do like I don't see the point in looking like and saying 'you feel like one' only to have very groan up discussions of the sort you might have in workplaces.

I decided to put my feelings pretty much on the line where it comes to the variety of forms of presenting as more as a Little/Middle simply because as I see it we all do it differently and so do actual little or middle girls.

While it's not uncommon for girls to wear shorts or trousers to school however much traditionalists may not so keen on it as I saw earlier on in the week where one girl of about ten living on our road wore grey long trousers to school and still be the same girl who may put a dress on whenever she feels like it. 

It's not one or the other necessarily so If I'm hiking say while away I may 'borrow' a pair of boys school shorts and wear them with my gym knickers and socks with bows on as it's more practical. 

Otherwise I'm happy to be put into school skirts and dresses by those who look after me and wear a smart blue blazer looking very smart.

For all that you see I'm still me, Jo, and I don't like pigeon holes.

The grass isn't always greener

This week it's different.

Some communities try to make out they are so-so inclusive that they could make an angel blush with their perfect virtues and yet you come by people wronged by them.

I read a story recently about a person who while being very much an adult of a good number of decades nontheless felt very much a younger woman in terms of her development around their 30's, interests and so on.

Although there are some similarities, this isn't about a person who is a age regressor, a person who temporarily goes back to time and mindset of someone younger often a child but a person who because of medical conditions in childhood has compared to their peers a much slower and less developed mindset to his or her peers to the point that they are permanently functionally and functioning as someone younger.

A term used in recent years to describe such a person is age dysphoric or having age dysphoria a state of difference, tensions with being on paper and possibly physically looking older than on the inside they actually are.

Often people like that get told  to "grow up" (as if) or "act your age" when actually that is what you are doing.

Anyway this person is Trans and had been in a circle in her locality for a while going to meetings and social events together when she started to talk about this other side of her life  when she was told to her face she was a sick pedo, a freak and was no longer welcome and what is more they circulated this across the trans networks in her area including deliberately planting untrue rumours like being a threat to children.

Thus she now has no trans social life as a the younger Woman she feels and developmentally is is on the inside facing hostility.

I have to say as someone who probably is like that I feel quite angry that a person who has done nothing wrong, isn't abusing children, treats people with respect was hounded out of their local trans community for a whole load of utter misunderstandings and then subject to untruths being spread.

How dare they go on about how this group and that group is included in lgbtq, that everybody's rights are valued and yet they treat her like that?

Perhaps THEY should 'grow up'?

Thoughts on Years End, 2020

While I normally have an idea for what end of year posts are like on my other blogs, this one for some strange reason never has one so like last years post could really of been any day of the weeks and sometimes I write something more like on my other blogs.

Really this blog is about a number of things rolled into one but they all start from a baseline that I've been restored, perhaps more accurately never left, the mindset of the schoolgirl very much of and in her time.

In a way that may be hard for the younger woman to understand, there was less of a difference between the world of the nineteen thirties to fifties to that of my own era as while some things had changed and the world was changing, much would not until the internet, electronic gaming and the smartphone took hold in the two-thousands.

Our world was simpler, we were less 'adult' in our teens, still playing using our imagination and making things.

A world of that, Enid Blyton, authors who wrote girls school and pony stories coupled with the sheer bliss of wearing a traditional pinafore dress for a variety of reasons touched on here and on the other blogs works out so well.

In fact with the messy messed up Covid world now you could say that really was more of help to me than much else although another side of that still in as schoolgirl mindset and headspace is I'm impulsive and easily lash out.

Having reliable adult authorities around to help dissuade me  usually helps and normally I'd spend time with them for some tuition in everyday skills and remedial Maths and English as much as them dealing there and then with any issues with old school spanking that was in my childhood not that it was requirement so much of a rerun of the "If you stay at your cousins, they treat you as one of theirs", keeping me on my toes.

Covid did put a stop to that although I hope next year it can resume as old school parenting with spanking does help me be the best me I can, done with love.

For me it's never been about d/s kink stuff coming from a regressed past rather than play acting a scene.

Here's to a better pinafored and glowing New Year.

Future arrivals

I don't know if we'll ever see this outside but there is always something approaching the feel of camaraderie whenever we are together having fun together and yes if you hadn't worked it out I do look rather more like the girl of far left even if I'd happily lose a couple of inches in height.

You see unless you have actually spent time as a little or middle then as much as I'm of fan of online groups and clubs you are missing that face to face interaction with other age regressors being in effect children together playing with the spontaneity that brings, recreating that time and space when that was all that mattered.

Everybody's 'day' is bound to be different, we played with differing things, watch different things on tv and with the exception of "Smartphone culture", the thing is they have more in common with each other than you might think.

 

That means however 'old' in terms of birth certificate age  you might be you're all around the same level which makes sense as childhood and from that childhood revisited is a space a person from a level of social, emotional, physical and intellectual development resides and that is how it is with me.

Being in with others is what I love the most and where god willing we'll be next year when this pandemic can be laid to rest.

August bank holiday weekend edition

This weekend over here is what is August Bank Holiday, traditionally the week  before you returned to school where people may spend a day or so at the seaside or be on a late summer vacation taking in fresh air and sun.

So hardly any surprise  my thoughts are elsewhere as type today's post, the second but last of the month where I talked about being away, and what I and this blog is about  taking in the odd interest.
I have been enjoying Sunday's Storytime hosted by a long term friend where stories are read aloud from books and E-books with the images shared in a audio-visual stream as children's literature especially Girls Own plays a part within my regression and so I do talk about it like last week on this blog
 
There have been continuing developments on and around Tumblr that I do wish to address of which the first is my number of followers has increased which was hardly solicited and is considerably  more than the period around the end of last year that saw a some folks go.
 

While I take no satisfaction from it, I think the fact I have been able not only to equal but exceed what it was at that point shows the way in which both I age regress and am respectful of other peoples limits within theirs has a respect that transcends labels and what certain communities would have you believe.

It is less about the label, it's really more about your own standards and respect for the boundaries  of other individuals who share in age regression although I am grateful for the opportunity given by my community for the opportunity to make a fresh start based on principles that both match and also respect mine.

Another thing I will mention is I do intend to reduce the blog cycle down from weekly as in the last few months I have been unwell for several days at a time and I need all the time I can get to recover from severe migraines that leave me messed up mentally for a few days afterward.
 

The way it all goes post

It's been a jolly wet start to the week from Saturday, Sunday which was pretty decent to the depths of Monday when it rained all day on and off sometimes really heavily which really brings out the easily lashing side of me.
It's writing about that in conjunction with stuff about the other bits of my life what keeps this blog real! 

This life has reversals in for a reason so having a uniform to wear or if had to be anywhere to change into is one facet of my life from which all other things run from as we no longer have things running from a adult setting.

I love comic strips, always did but there's a lot of me in her fighting authority every inch and yet deep down craving it so as much as you feel like saying "You Beast" or something stonger, actually your glad to be under his control.

She may get away with wearing jeans but I'm in pinafore dresses and skirts, very the little miss who is reminded of why she needs handling this way, feeling better for everything such a life entails as unpleasant as the reminder is.

You'd never change it for anything else.

Life (and why this blog is as it is)

After last week's past in present post, I felt like writing a bit more around what being this girl means and why it is this blog is the way it is.

Given this Covid thing we're going through has cut a hole through what normally would be happening around this part of the year, I feel it's a good idea to remind ourselves about it.

 I am somewhat more visual but in may respects this illustration sums a whole chunk of it up really well and in case you were curious some people can see "the music" in record grooves.

The first thing is we all dressed differently, showing that how we feel expressing our inner sense of being is different, I veer more toward the girl on the far left, others in this context might choose a party dress. It's all good!

We are all having fun, sharing chit-chat, sucking our Pop through straws. That sharing is what we do when at meets playing with each other and letting each other play individually with our dolls, stuffies and other toys. I am grateful my little/middle friends let me share things as it means a lot allowing us to build our friendships. 

There is music playing that we are sharing. It may be my home stereo component system is more technically 'better' than their phonograph, which I had a similar model when I was in my tweens but it is being used to share music, to enjoy it's playing so we have our records out.

That's the function of music in my life and there are 'places' I share it; it's not about the 'hifi', it's about the joy of listening to it which is why on this blog I do write about it, tossed in with the dolls, stuffies and other cute stuff.

There is also grown up supervision about keeping everything safe and ensuring we behave because it's easy for things to get out of hand and you mightn't see it and I sure don't!

The biggest thing in all of this is just innocuous fun!

Just being younger than my years me

As we enter a new month I thought I'd post something around what it means to me.

 This time of year reminds me so much of the largely unchanged way that I am no different in many ways around the ages of these children and even the fuzzy warm lack of focus of it might as well be a metaphor for both how I am and the prism I see things through.

Any of them could of been me and certain respects more mentally sharper and alert too.
Our world compared to today's was a good deal simpler for just reading, playing and watching tv more often than not together and communication was mainly face to face by phone with parental approval so we'd sure know about it if anyone had been mean.

  We read comics, often joining fan clubs whose paraphernalia come through the mail and talked about them during school recess  and in many ways that remains what I loved and within reason love to do even now cos in my head I'm still the same.

There times I love to explore more of the natural world  although the current Covid restrictions are something of a pain setting out how far from home we can go and the number of times you are allowed out even.

Water has always fascinated me.

I may be a girl but I do love model railway villages to the point there's a small one in the front garden, playing with it putting new trains on the track, buying the odd new building or domestic animal to put on it

However you wish to wrap this thing up, I'm really a child on the inside who needs to go out to play as that's our work.