A witch in high heels

 I ended my holiday dressathon (or 12 Days of Dressmas) dressed as the Befana. She's the kindly local Epiphany witch who brings children treats, as explained at the end of my last post. There were a lot of other women dressed as Befana round here, too; she's a figure as common as Santa is at Christmas. My next-door neighbours returned from their fortnight away and I'm fairly sure they saw me dressed as a witch but, far from arousing attention, that's normal at this season. I like to blend in!

Two years ago I bought a very cheap witch costume and silver wig for Hallowe'en and had some fun with them. Both the nylon wig and the dress, despite its light material with floating cobwebs, are more robust than I thought, and the hat is very versatile, so I thought I'd wear them again to be Befana. This time, though, I matched them with the cobweb pattern elbow-length gloves and tights that last saw action way back, 15 years ago in fact, at the Magic Theatre's Hallowe'en Ball at the Rivoli Ballroom in London. I also wore my smart new shoes. To blend the silver upper half with the shoes better, I layered the cobweb tights over tan ones to give a better progression to the more colourful shoes. As a general rule, open pattern tights tend to slip on better over sheers anyway.

Here is the final result, holding my Befana doll (who is stuffed full of chocolates ... there's no room for mere ornaments round here!)

 

I made some magic potion (well, it's that lovely violet and rose scented French tea in my lemon shaped teapot).

I don't have a magic wand but maybe a smiley-faced wooden spoon would bring a little New Year magic to the world? 

Phew, all these potions and positive spells sure wear a girl out. Time for a rest. 

So many cobwebs! I admit my outfit is more Goddess of the Spiders than Well-Meaning Witch with her patched worsted dress and cape! Oh, well!

This is what's hidden in the doll...

 

This was a lot of fun. Let's hope I've cast enough sweetness and magic to defy the malign spells of the Wicked Wizard of the West.

I dress as a woman every day but usually in casual stuff so it's not often that there's an excuse to wear all my dresses day after day. This dressathon was also a good exercise for me as it enabled me to see how long I could tolerate makeup. I was in makeup for about seven days in all, including four in a row. I know it meant that this Christmas and New Year was less sociable than usual but I thought I'd take advantage of nearly all the neighbours being absent and the fact that I'd already seen a great deal of my nearest relative last year.

Thanks for reading. Have a lovely 2026. 

Sue x 

Perfumes, all in good odour ... and not

I've been enjoying perfumes old and new this Christmas and New Year season. My all-time favourites remain Versace's Crystal Noir and Forever by Laura Biagiotti.

 

I was a bit disappointed that my Crystal Noir seemed to lack potency, more like a mild eau de cologne than a proper perfume. Manufacturers do change their formulas but I felt that this was a dilution too far. Then I realised that I must have bought this bottle at least 12 years ago and didn't get to use much before getting sick and moving abroad so it has actually faded naturally in all that time. It's annoying because the bottle wasn't exactly cheap. So I have been spraying it quite liberally to get more oomph. I forgot that, by contrast, my bottle of Forever was pretty new and, being used to the weaker perfume, I absent mindedly sprayed myself liberally with that on New Year's Eve, didn't notice its strength at the time because I spent an hour and a half outdoors in the cold watching fireworks. I woke the next morning with a headache that worsened all that day till I finally realised that it was the perfume that was causing it. All my clothes and bedsheets smelt of it and even my morning shower hadn't diluted it much either. 

So pay attention to what you are doing. Big smells need small doses.

As an aside, I have had much greater success with a lovely scented tea. I like to get a spiced tea for Christmas and this year I bought one at the Christmas market in Monaco. This "Macaron Violette" blend from Maison Bourgeon has a scent that I can only describe as ravishing. A mix of green and black teas with violet and jasmine flowers, rose and cornflower petals, mallow, and safflower oil, it has a scent so pretty, so soft and delicate, so intoxicating that its effect on me is like catnip to a cat. I want to roll in it! I wonder if it would make good pot pourri? 

 

I've been addicted to violet, either the candied flowers or the essence in sweets or other foods, ever since I ate a hand-made voilet flavoured lollipop from a stall on a beach in Brittany one summer, aged 13. Violet is like a drug to me. I don't want rehab; just give me the number of a good local dealer!

As another aside, for Christmas one of my sisters gave me some more things for my garden, such as seeds and hanging tubs. Ever practical, she gave me a sack of compost, too! I've never received compost as a gift before. I think I prefer the smell of the tea!

 

In bad odour

Talking of leaving bad smells...

I welcome all comments that are relevant. If you are advertising your site or product and it's trans related then I don't mind, although making additional comments of the actual contents of my post would be nice. 

But don't be crass and thoughtless. I'm looking at you, Chat Urbate. Posting your links to your saucy site under my report on the TGirl bar at the Erotica Fair is one thing; doing the same under the obituary of my beloved friend Bobby whom I miss very much is about as insensitive as it gets, so I've deleted all of your selfish ads. 

Film star Brigitte Bardot, who died a few days ago, gets no tribute either. Active for animal rights yet spewing hate against the LGBT community and foreigners. Er, you want exposure and adulation, yet most of your fans are foreign so you hate them? You can't have your cake and eat it. This is what we always find with extremists: no consistency in approach. According to Ms Bardot, animals deserve greater rights; some humans deserve none. I find that people who treat others right tend to treat animals right, too. 

 

Witchy time

Today is a public holiday in Italy. In a centuries-old tradition, a kindly witch called the Befana brings children sweets and in previous ages it was usual for people to give and receive presents today rather than on Christmas Day. Obviously, it's only the good children who get sweets; the bad ones get garlic. If you're lucky, Befana will sweep your floor with her broom before she rides away on it. 

My Befana doll that, like a Christmas stocking, is filled with sweets

So, as I didn't get to do anything at Hallowe'en last year because of caring duties, I'm ending my Christmas Dressathon, aka Dressmas, with a stint as Befana, the kindly old witch. More in the next post. Now where did I put that broomstick?

Sue x  

Positive resolutions and dressathon update

 Happy New Year! I wish you a peaceful, worry-free, happy year ahead. Those are my own aims for 2026 anyway. If the world would just comply, that would be dandy.

Actually, in terms of New Year's resolutions, apart from losing weight, finding the ultimate lover, winning the lottery, yadda yadda, you know the drill, I do intend to keep focusing here on the positives and nice aspects of being transgender. It's not easy being trans; trying to find one's way in a world that, at best, merely tolerates minorities or those with less usual circumstances, but I'm finding ways that work for me. If I share anything that helps even one other trans or LBGT+ person in their living or coping or even flourishing strategy, then this blog serves a purpose. Positive blogging is the new cool in this second quarter of the century. 

Sorry, does the word "cool" show my age? Substitute whatever word da kidz say nowadays, then. (Are they even "da kidz" now? I struggle to keep up!) And talking of nomenclature, Lynn over on YATGB and Jonathan on Male Femme and I are discussing the merits of the term Posiblogging. Could we set up a League of Posibloggers perhaps? Or the Goddesses of the Positive Blog League? As a Posiblog Goddess (or Demigoddess, since I am not full time) let me wish you a divine 2026.

 

Dressmas news

So I decided to spend the traditional 12 days of Christmas wearing dresses rather than my usual casual attire and seeing how much time I could spend with makeup on. I struggle with cosmetics that, like many products, can cause me unsightly and painful skin reactions. 

I wrote about my Dressathon choices over Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day here. December 27th was a lovely day: mild, clear and sunny. I sat out in the sun in the short summer dress that you've seen a hundred times before. Really I should wear leggings with it but my current favourite winter tights are just too comfy, so a lot of leg it is in the photo. Those are my new ankle boots that I'm breaking in as they are quite rigid and need softening up. 

 

My chosen perfume of the day was Sì by Giorgio Armani that, thankfully, was only a sample bottle as, to start with, I thought it made me smell a bit like a cucumber sandwich. The aroma did get better with time and was not unpleasant as the day wore on but I don't think I'll be investing in a full bottle of this. Who says TGirls aren't good enough to eat?

Talking of which, I even enjoyed lunch outdoors in the sun, a classic local dish of pasta strips and pesto sauce that's made with basil, pine nuts, cheese, garlic and olive oil. I treated myself to a tiny bottle of prosecco, too, because it's holiday time and because it's worth celebrating being fully feminine. That left one little bottle for New Year's Eve (see below). 

 

The brand name of the prosecco, incidentally, is Maschio, which means "Male" in Italian. Sorry, guys, no matter how much of this I drink, your masculinising potion is not working! 

After four days in makeup, even with the expensive quality primers, foundation, concealers and blushers from Mac, and my gentle removal products from Avène, my skin was very dry and flaky so I decided to give the makeup a rest for a bit. But I did prove that four days with my face on is now possible, which means I could now manage a good long weekend away at some trans event. This is great news after 10+ years of struggling with this problem. 

So I next got made up on New Year's Eve and watched the annual fireworks display (with that last precious tiny bottle of prosecco - yes, I was rationing it because wine makes me fat and I'm tired of being fat).

My camera is hopeless in the dark, especially with moving light displays, so I have no picture of me sitting outdoors that night. Besides, the temperature plummeted, so I was kitted out with puffer jacket, two fleeces, a slip under my long dress and my long boots, all under a blanket. But here's me when I'd come back indoors to toast us all a Happy New Year. 

 

Still, it was a good New Year display with a light show, then a drone show (which we've never had before) making attractive, colourful, moving representations of local landmarks, events, sports, and a gorgeous red rose to acknowledge our winter flower industry. And then, as midnight struck, there was the civic fireworks display which I always enjoy and which is accompanied by as many bangs and flashes as residents can manage from their own gardens and balconies. Apologies to the startled bat trying to go about its evening business whilst illuminated by flashes from every angle like in Dracula's disco. (More on bats below.)

Yesterday, New Year's Day, was really cold with a keen wind and I kept the same long dress, and even the boots indoors. By evening, I finally had to admit that the time had come to turn on the central heating. So for the first time since last April, the radiators are now operating. And as for my gas company who, in the true spirit of the season of goodwill, sent me a bill on Christmas Eve, it looks like the cigars in your boardroom will be smaller this coming year after the many weeks of savings the mild weather has given me. Have a happy new year, won't you!

However, it looks like it's going to be a uniquely cold week ahead and I was hoping to wear another short cotton dress during my Dressmas but that's very unlikely now. I'll try to stick to my Dressmas plans but my lined ski pants are on standby if need be! (Incidentally, if you like skiing, some of the best snow so far this winter is here in the Ligurian and Maritime Alps.) 

 

Dry January

That was my last glass of prosecco for a while. I'm doing Dry January again this year as leaving alcohol off the menu really helps lose weight more than anything. Perhaps that's a pity as someone - who obviously knows me well - gave me a novelty corkscrew for Christmas. 

 

It's a bat! I love it and it gives me the giggles each time I use it and its batty arms unfurl. Apparently, it was designed during the pandemic when bats were bad news so, in a fine example of making lemonade when life gives you lemons (or wine when there are sour grapes, I suppose), they came up with this. 

 

The party continues

In England where I used to live, my main complaint about winter was not so much the cold and dark and wet, which is no-one's fault, but the fact that between New Year and Easter there are no public holidays and no significant public celebrations or activities. Therefore, you have three or more months of doing nothing but working. How delightfully puritanical! By contrast, here in the hotbed of popery that is the Mediterranean, the gloom of winter is combated by a whole lineup of big events. We have another public holiday next Tuesday, January 6th (Epiphany); then Carnival, the Menton Lemon Festival and the gigantic Sanremo Music Festival in February; the Cycling Season opens here in March with the Flower Festival and Sanremo Pride. There's always something to keep your mind off the shorter, colder days. I'll report back. 

Once again, all the best for 2026.

Sue x