Come-down

When the drugs you've taken the previous night wear-off, they call it a come-down. Today, as January draws to a close, I have that sort of feeling again.. while it might sound like little happened, I only went outside dressed once on Saturday, the emotional tension surrounding the build-up, frustrations and activity was a lot. A pair of shoes arrived today,.. too late for this time around, but I am hoping they will look good for the next adventure out. Was also a sombre day, as I sat for the first hour of the morning combing out my Henry Margu wig; only to find the fringe has come apart - I am not convinced I have the skill to fix it.

For the 3 days of thrill, I think I totted up a spend of £1030.07 on new wig, clothes, shoes, stockings and makeup. Of that perhaps the least value for money was on stockings, as seem of have ordered many only seemed stockings; while all great quality, I only use on rare occasion; but the body suit that I ordered along-side seems to be pretty amazing, so not a total loss.