This time, I wore my red strappy top, a long blue skirt and red wedge shoes. SA was fun as usual and afterwards ended up chatting to a trio of women (Becks, Liz and the one whose name you never get). Becks is a careers officer, and got me to talk about a lot of personal stuff. We spent so much time talking that we got thrown out as they needed to set up for the next event.
After that I wended my way to Vivien of Holloway, where I tried on a number of dresses. Unfortunately, most of their dresses were too small in the waist by, literally, half an inch, and the waist was so high, it hit the rib cage, so no hope there. This may have been a blessing in disguise, as I only purchased one dress, rather than the entire shop.
A couple of times, customers mistook me for one of the staff - apparently my outfit fitted in quite well, and even after I corrected them, they did not seem to notice I was male!!! No one even seemed to have issues with me popping on and out of the changing booth.
The last visit of the day was to Spitalfields, where one person recognised me from when Simon had purchased a clutch bag from her. Another suggested that I pop into the charging room to try on a skirt.
This is what confuses me. Does Susan pass that well, or does no one care? OK, Spitalfields is a market, but the customers at VoH had no such motive, and Becks did not seem to notice. If nothing else, I would have expected questions.
Finally home, with minor sore feet, but no major issues. There was one minor scare when I saw mums car outside, but this was just Bridget borrowing it while she was on holiday.