Shoe Tick
I am incredibly bored at the moment. I should be making some more clothes, but my energy level is low tonight and I only feel like going out for a beer. I assume the world cup game for tonight is over since all the fussball enthusiasts are driving around town feverishly beeping their horns. It’s a shame I’m not into soccer. Such a shame.
Yet another week has gone by and I still don’t have an appointment with my psychiatrist. It will probably end up being the third quarter before I end up seeing him again. I got my new German social security card today in the mail with my name changed and a female number to boot. Seems with the German SSN you can tell whether the person is male of female by the last three digits. If it’s under 500 then you’re male, over 500 then you are female. One less piece of documentation with that guy’s name on it. I am so lazy, I still need to change so many other things like phone, electric, investments, car sharing,…
I also need to finish writing the letter or clarification of my gender transition to my colleagues in Detroit. I’m so slack. I feel like going to bed. Now. I should call Mari and see what they’re up to tonight. She wasn’t at work today. I went to therapy the other day in Ffm and then went shoe shopping afterwards on the Zeil. It’s always the same story they never have the really cute shoes in my size. Buffalo had some really hot shoes but most of theirs only go up to a size 41. I did manage to find out that Escape Futura carries Repetto shoes, but alas they only go up to 41 as well, and they are totally expensive. Thank God they don’t fit. I bought nothing in the way of shoes, but I did pick up a Vogue jacket pattern #7764 and some buttons for it at Waechterhaeuser. I bought a size 18 so I hope it isn’t too big, but I expect that it may just be.
That same night I ordered two pairs of ballerina flats, one in black and the other silver. I ordered them online from La Redoute. Unfunny thing about the French, they tend to take their sweet ass time with everything. During the ordering process online it said that the shoes were immediately deliverable, but in the order confirmation email it said the average delivery time was three weeks. That is so typically French. I guess my enjoyment with the French ways is limited to when I am enjoying a meal with wine in a nice little Parisian restaurant and not being pushed out the door or rushed through the courses. When it comes to my French shoes I am an instant gratification type of chick. My only hope is that they fit.
I am planning on going to Ffm tomorrow during the day to do some more shoe shopping. I saw a pair of black mary janes by camper at Escape Futura, but of course they didn’t have my size. Camper will be my first stop, and then on to Görtz 17 to pick up the shoes I tried on the other day but couldn’t decide if they were right. I also figured out exactly which Buffalos are available in a size 42. Brown moccasins. I have plenty of black shoes but no comfortable brown shoes. If you haven’t been able to tell, I have a slight shoe obsession.
Trouble is, I don’t really have much of a wardrobe yet. I am still to be considered a rookie at this being-a-chick-full-time bit. I don’t quite have the level of flexibility with dressing that I would like. I get jealous sometimes of other women, but in reality they have been living as women all their lives and therefore have stuff and lots of it. I still have some bags of my old men’s clothes next to my bed that I need to donate. At first I was a little hesitant to get rid of them, probably because they represented the option of cutting and running if this didn’t work out. But it has, rather wonderfully I might add, so I can get rid of them when I have the energy and without worry. One less reminder of how things used to be. Unacceptable. I am learning which brands are quality and which aren’t. I need more bras. I only have three and they are all from H&M.
I ordered some clinique lipstick and lip liner from an American online shop which I received yesterday. Although clinique is also sold here, seems they don’t offer the particular shade that is my shade here in Germany at all. I find that a bit mind boggling, but what do I know about the price of fish? I went through a big hassle with the payment method, but in the end it worked out. I estimate I have enough for about nine months. I stocked up. In the meantime I theoretically will make a trip back to the states at which point I will buy some more. With my luck they will discontinue the color.
Helmut just called me to tell me he is on his way. We are going to drink a beer. Eins ist gar keins! (one is totally nothing, it rhymes in German, trust me) My apartment is a bloody mess. Oh well…
BTW I posted a new pic on my other blog yesterday. I was looking at pics from a year ago, scary business. I look and feel so much better now.
Yet another week has gone by and I still don’t have an appointment with my psychiatrist. It will probably end up being the third quarter before I end up seeing him again. I got my new German social security card today in the mail with my name changed and a female number to boot. Seems with the German SSN you can tell whether the person is male of female by the last three digits. If it’s under 500 then you’re male, over 500 then you are female. One less piece of documentation with that guy’s name on it. I am so lazy, I still need to change so many other things like phone, electric, investments, car sharing,…
I also need to finish writing the letter or clarification of my gender transition to my colleagues in Detroit. I’m so slack. I feel like going to bed. Now. I should call Mari and see what they’re up to tonight. She wasn’t at work today. I went to therapy the other day in Ffm and then went shoe shopping afterwards on the Zeil. It’s always the same story they never have the really cute shoes in my size. Buffalo had some really hot shoes but most of theirs only go up to a size 41. I did manage to find out that Escape Futura carries Repetto shoes, but alas they only go up to 41 as well, and they are totally expensive. Thank God they don’t fit. I bought nothing in the way of shoes, but I did pick up a Vogue jacket pattern #7764 and some buttons for it at Waechterhaeuser. I bought a size 18 so I hope it isn’t too big, but I expect that it may just be.
That same night I ordered two pairs of ballerina flats, one in black and the other silver. I ordered them online from La Redoute. Unfunny thing about the French, they tend to take their sweet ass time with everything. During the ordering process online it said that the shoes were immediately deliverable, but in the order confirmation email it said the average delivery time was three weeks. That is so typically French. I guess my enjoyment with the French ways is limited to when I am enjoying a meal with wine in a nice little Parisian restaurant and not being pushed out the door or rushed through the courses. When it comes to my French shoes I am an instant gratification type of chick. My only hope is that they fit.
I am planning on going to Ffm tomorrow during the day to do some more shoe shopping. I saw a pair of black mary janes by camper at Escape Futura, but of course they didn’t have my size. Camper will be my first stop, and then on to Görtz 17 to pick up the shoes I tried on the other day but couldn’t decide if they were right. I also figured out exactly which Buffalos are available in a size 42. Brown moccasins. I have plenty of black shoes but no comfortable brown shoes. If you haven’t been able to tell, I have a slight shoe obsession.
Trouble is, I don’t really have much of a wardrobe yet. I am still to be considered a rookie at this being-a-chick-full-time bit. I don’t quite have the level of flexibility with dressing that I would like. I get jealous sometimes of other women, but in reality they have been living as women all their lives and therefore have stuff and lots of it. I still have some bags of my old men’s clothes next to my bed that I need to donate. At first I was a little hesitant to get rid of them, probably because they represented the option of cutting and running if this didn’t work out. But it has, rather wonderfully I might add, so I can get rid of them when I have the energy and without worry. One less reminder of how things used to be. Unacceptable. I am learning which brands are quality and which aren’t. I need more bras. I only have three and they are all from H&M.
I ordered some clinique lipstick and lip liner from an American online shop which I received yesterday. Although clinique is also sold here, seems they don’t offer the particular shade that is my shade here in Germany at all. I find that a bit mind boggling, but what do I know about the price of fish? I went through a big hassle with the payment method, but in the end it worked out. I estimate I have enough for about nine months. I stocked up. In the meantime I theoretically will make a trip back to the states at which point I will buy some more. With my luck they will discontinue the color.
Helmut just called me to tell me he is on his way. We are going to drink a beer. Eins ist gar keins! (one is totally nothing, it rhymes in German, trust me) My apartment is a bloody mess. Oh well…
BTW I posted a new pic on my other blog yesterday. I was looking at pics from a year ago, scary business. I look and feel so much better now.
posted by Christine Cormier @ 9:51 PM
1 Comments:
At 5:48 AM,
sweet trini said…
thanks for the new pic- you look fantabulous indeed.
walk good.
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