What's On? 08.12.17

Note: I wrote this for a What's On? post, but I'd like to add it here as a companion piece to the Christmas Party posting. I so seldom write about clothes, especially the ones I like, and writing this about beautiful skirts made me happy . . .

This is a difficult What's On? to do, because I've been invited to two housewarming parties on consecutive evenings, and my attitude this weekend is therefore, to hell with The Disaster Artist even if it looks like an interesting movie.

Re party, it's not the problem of what to take with me. Where there's a Lidl, there's a way, especially when it comes to cheap wine. No, my issue is clothing. I have nothing shiny or sparkly, and we're now in December. Several weeks of stores promoting shiny pleated skirts have not passed me by. I love pleated skirts. I have never worn a pleated skirt. This is my opportunity to wear one, though it involves spending money.

A wise Australian bloke, whom I worked with long ago, told me something worth repeating here. Money comes, and money goes. It might not sound profound, but it's a useful reminder that we'll all be dead someday, and it would be nice before I go to know I wore a shiny pleated skirt in the prime of my life. It may cost me £50. Don't look at me like that, don't judge me like you're not secretly wondering what I'd look like in a shiny pleated skirt, with ankle boots and some kind of simple top, with a glass of cheap Lidl wine in my hand. I know it's not just me who's obsessed with this image. And now that I'm out as transgender, I have a new saying to go with the one said by my one-time Australian colleague. Which is: It's the weekend, there are no deadlines, so Gina does what the fuck she wants.