Looking beyond the nine to three forty-five

The other blog (and it's template) tended to look things from a female explorative and school girlish angle while here tended to centred very around school girl or wanna be school girl life and looks but as time goes on, topics well covered or changes creep in what we post does alter.

It's fair to say what we were posting from around 2014 through 2018 isn't because of changes in circumstances and as ever you've always had to be aware of Bloggers restrictions (and revisions of). 

 

Beyond of that school girl look - some have rooms full of full uniforms - the teen fashion concious girl with skater skirts and big bold strips has always been a favourite of mine.

While with my condition fussy fastenings are something I would need help with and heels being a no go with being very unstable on my feet I do love a more girlie satin dress look with frills and pretty bows as whenever I have managed it it just felt "right".

I'd love to be in that picture. 

Weeks happenings

Well it has been a rough old week with the grump getting super stroppy arguing black really is white, telling you things weren't there when it was they'd put them away in a confused state and refusing to recognize that having having checked with them making plain just what was for them alone, they allege you didn't get what they wanted.

Thankfully we've calmed down somewhat over the last couple of days so at least we were able to watch the Remembrance Sunday parade without any atmospheres.

Somehow yesterday moving from where I was sleeping to getting up I got cramp in my left legfrom just below the knee to a little above the ankle with severe muscle pains so I wasn't able to move at all for several minutes and spent the rest of the day hobbling about with my walking stick going room to room.

It'll most likely subside over time given some rest but carrying things with one hand taken up with your walking stick takes some getting used to.

Thoughts about lessons

 

Well we're still playing catch up here with being away but that was different this time as school was shut so no lessons in ancient measurements that I never use or worse still trying to calculate capacity, area and co to formulas I do understand but involving a whole batch of converting one unit within the same system to another.

When you have well documented difficulties with number work from birth it's expecting a lot for me to do that that especially as generally speaking the Metric system is all tens hundred and thousands and so on and noticably easier for me to use.

I suspect some people never really got over the changes and those in industries that hadn't seen much investment in new equipment tended to stick with old ways as even in the late 1980's City and Guilds were still doing vocational exams in Imperial even though as school leavers we were metricated. 

I much prefer English Literature and the Humanities to be honest especially when they can be combined with Field Trips which okay we have stuff to take in and worksheets you take around and complete it just seems more "real" to me.

Space age living

The week it had to be said  had a turbulent start but ended quite well all be considered gaining a few fans at one place, seeing a misunderstanding led disagreement get to the point of accommodation and finally late autumn weather came to that lead to some photography which is more my idea of fun than dealing with the likes of the DWP which has been central in the last few weeks.

People often hear the groan ups talking about how we live, the type of environment they plan and how that affects things and this taps into some of things we recall of the past.

For instance in the late 1960's and 1970's the way children lived was changing rapidly brought on by both the idea of keeping more green spaces and also using less land for housing.
One famous children's tv series caught it well.

Yes that is a lift to the flat Mary lived in with Mungo the dog and Midge the inquisitive mouse in their town. They had a flat with a balcony that served as their garden and if they wanted more space then they'd go the communal park where fairs and other things go on.

Here's Mary playing with the bright colourful building blocks.

 I often harboured the thought they were trying to prepare us to this more isolated existance where everyone kept themselves to themselves, a far cry from the sort of life my folks had.

For one thing you couldn't just play in each others gardens or on the street, just in doors in the park away from the neighbours and the other is it remove the wonder of seeing the natural environment with it's calming effects.

In your dreams

I love music and often nursed ideas of being in a band with all the disciplines of band practise that go with it.

I never quite go the hang of playing guitar properly and graduated toward the Xylophone but if I'd of stuck with the guitar, this is how I'd love to have practised.

It's just so kawaii.

I am expecting a record this morning as one measure of my interest in music is the number of records and cds around the house - some several hundred - although I try to avoid duplicates in the way some might have regular and deluxe editions, mono and stereo copies and speciality issues by labels like Rhino Hifi, Mobile Fidelity, Analogue Productions and Speakers Corner. 

Totality of Identity II (A kind of an essay but I'm rubbish at them)

Well this thing is taking an eternity to really clear looking at the waste paper basket I was looking at a post from the early 2010's which while I'm nor in great shape could do with a but of of an update as it was written more at and for very much age regressed littles setting following a rather up and down journey some fifteen years before when I had little to nothing of a connection to the internet and much that I did have for a period left me rather conflicted.

There was certainly that age regressed side there which was well nailed but not much mention around how disability affects self exploration some of which I was reminded of several months back at a recreated school day .

I literally needed someone to fasten my school tie, fasten buttons and straighten collars as this was more a senior school rather than juniors  with polo shirts, sweaters and pull on skirts.

That's not something I could easily do just on my own and other things get more involved in that way because I do have a more "Sissy" side which is often fiddly with fastening bras, tieing up corsets when you just have no co-ordination, an inability to walk in heels which is de riggre for nearly all sissies. 

And I mean this sissy can't even pull hur self up by hur suspenders, struggling to fasten then before just feeling tired out and yet to be truthful I'd just love somebody to spend a day or so helping me really dress the part cos when I'm like that I just love it.

Satins and frills rule!

You're not gonna tire yourself silly but you can't deny what you'd sooner do and express those ways whatever the opportunities might be because being you is a Need.

That side was always in the mix so I tend to wear over the knee socks with shorter skirts more  or opaque tights although pulling them on can be a struggle.

More rest

 

It's probably just as well I'm comfortable with my own company this week as I'm really quite unwell and need to stay in having aquired yet another covid variant not making my way in the categories of people who get boosters this year even though my immunity to infection is poor.

I might get out wrapped up with a mask on to do a bit of photography for a bit as I've upgraded the standard zoom on the Nimon to something that's sharper, has better contrast and covers more moderate wideangle to moderate telephoto which cuts out a lot of lens changing given my photographic interests.

Until next week when I'm better, bye for now.