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  • 17 Aug 2017
    NB: Short Blog I have a favourite sound. The lightweight, hollow click clack of polished brittle plastic, disorderly and increasingly dusty and fingerprint-marked. Held in soft fabrics, the contents often are chaotic and lack space, so when fingers scuttle through the clatter resonates and sound spalls out. The timpani of temptation has a shimmery aroma and when the zip or clasp is opened this bursts out and tingles the nostrils. The tempting sound encourages delving and invites you in. The sound of a make-up bag of course, undeniably feminine and provocative. Demanding, emphatic, delicate, temporary. One of my favourite sounds. What might yours be? Rachel 
    633 Posted by Rachel de Blanc
  • NB: Short Blog I have a favourite sound. The lightweight, hollow click clack of polished brittle plastic, disorderly and increasingly dusty and fingerprint-marked. Held in soft fabrics, the contents often are chaotic and lack space, so when fingers scuttle through the clatter resonates and sound spalls out. The timpani of temptation has a shimmery aroma and when the zip or clasp is opened this bursts out and tingles the nostrils. The tempting sound encourages delving and invites you in. The sound of a make-up bag of course, undeniably feminine and provocative. Demanding, emphatic, delicate, temporary. One of my favourite sounds. What might yours be? Rachel 
    Aug 17, 2017 633
  • 15 Aug 2017
    Hi I owe gratitude to Morrissey the author of the song 'Oscillate Wildly' - it's only polite to acknowledge those from whom you steal. I would say that I am now a constant woman. This perhaps hasn't always been the case and is worthy of a separate conversation, but that is what I am. The need to physically engage with my gender to prove and exhibit it isn't and cannot be constant though, and so I oscillate wildly. When I can secure those moments I focus upon their arrival and use the time available intensively, almost to the exclusion of everything else. When the moment passes I mournfully pack things away and skulk back into ordinary life and depression's shadow follows me occasionally. I think my orbit is becoming more pronounced, the swings more exaggerated. This is also true in my apparent gender. I find myself pursuing somewhat random masculine traits. Not binge drinking and a game of darts for goodness sake, but the pursuit of physical activity, one off purchases, lad's stuff. But the interest in the masculine bias diminishes very rapidly, these are not purchases that are profound and necessary, they are typically superficial and vapid. When I oscillate and orbit back into my own woman's world I find sanctity, objectiveness calmness and ease. The need here is becoming more exaggerated too. Gently plucked eyebrows, cautious body shaving, longer hair all knowingly coutoured - this is becoming tricker, endures longer. Counselling has commenced with the possibility of Hormones on the horizon, this circle is getting larger and the pull is getting stronger. I oscillate wildly but the person on the ride is a woman and whilst she may not speak for part of the orbit, she ain't going to go quietly. Rachel x      
    616 Posted by Rachel de Blanc
  • Hi I owe gratitude to Morrissey the author of the song 'Oscillate Wildly' - it's only polite to acknowledge those from whom you steal. I would say that I am now a constant woman. This perhaps hasn't always been the case and is worthy of a separate conversation, but that is what I am. The need to physically engage with my gender to prove and exhibit it isn't and cannot be constant though, and so I oscillate wildly. When I can secure those moments I focus upon their arrival and use the time available intensively, almost to the exclusion of everything else. When the moment passes I mournfully pack things away and skulk back into ordinary life and depression's shadow follows me occasionally. I think my orbit is becoming more pronounced, the swings more exaggerated. This is also true in my apparent gender. I find myself pursuing somewhat random masculine traits. Not binge drinking and a game of darts for goodness sake, but the pursuit of physical activity, one off purchases, lad's stuff. But the interest in the masculine bias diminishes very rapidly, these are not purchases that are profound and necessary, they are typically superficial and vapid. When I oscillate and orbit back into my own woman's world I find sanctity, objectiveness calmness and ease. The need here is becoming more exaggerated too. Gently plucked eyebrows, cautious body shaving, longer hair all knowingly coutoured - this is becoming tricker, endures longer. Counselling has commenced with the possibility of Hormones on the horizon, this circle is getting larger and the pull is getting stronger. I oscillate wildly but the person on the ride is a woman and whilst she may not speak for part of the orbit, she ain't going to go quietly. Rachel x      
    Aug 15, 2017 616
  • 15 Aug 2017
    Help. I've tripped into my Black Hole and the ladder doesn’t reach out. I need some release and a direction. My male and female sides are fighting, but my hard wiring has some tricky hair triggers built into it, and one has just tripped: it’s the fear of annihilation - hardwired into me by my dear mother through her special treatment all those years ago. Now, my partner does not like any of my feminine side, and always pushes back when I push forward: tights, doing my nails, shaving my body hair, legs, etc. Now I have painfully won a couple of those battles over the years and there is a grudging acceptance of the legs, but she just spotted I was wearing eyeliner out today, with earrings, and she has been shouting at me for an hour. That annihilation trip wire button really makes me feel uncomfortable – like looking down the barrel of a gun. I know now the rational thing to do is to lash out and strike away the gun, but I have suppressed my feeling so much over the years that I cannot express anger, I just get tense inside, and anyway, I want to avoid escalation to high emotions from her.   Outwardly, I have lived a life of respectable conformity with all mod-cons – I have been fortunate to have had time to express my alternate self. Though nowhere near as often as I would have liked.  I have had great help from my psy to manage the balances, and I have researched loads to help me understand myself. After many years I see more clearly, but what I see does not make me happy – it is a mess; I can see decisions I made to conform to society’s expectations, and hide, and how I continued them, always thinking I could keep the female side in check, but sometimes it feels like that something is going to explode: is it an urge, or something powerful? My dilemma is where to go from here. My psy thinks my partner knows more than she wants to admit, and won’t accept much out of fear of a domino effect, and facing the inner me, and out of fear of the house of cards falling. If only we could downgrade to “just friends”, and I can be me. I lack the courage for drastic moves, as I cannot stand confrontation. Now I have dug a hole so deep my ladder won't reach to get me out. Should I confess, and blow the house down, and have her stab me, or retreat until a better time is found; and how can I nudge towards acceptance, gently push those limits. I want to wear my tights, polish my nails, wear dresses, and do my makeup. I feel so frustrated. Help. Anyone out there who can give some good advice? Love Nathalia
    564 Posted by Nathalia van Lydia
  • Help. I've tripped into my Black Hole and the ladder doesn’t reach out. I need some release and a direction. My male and female sides are fighting, but my hard wiring has some tricky hair triggers built into it, and one has just tripped: it’s the fear of annihilation - hardwired into me by my dear mother through her special treatment all those years ago. Now, my partner does not like any of my feminine side, and always pushes back when I push forward: tights, doing my nails, shaving my body hair, legs, etc. Now I have painfully won a couple of those battles over the years and there is a grudging acceptance of the legs, but she just spotted I was wearing eyeliner out today, with earrings, and she has been shouting at me for an hour. That annihilation trip wire button really makes me feel uncomfortable – like looking down the barrel of a gun. I know now the rational thing to do is to lash out and strike away the gun, but I have suppressed my feeling so much over the years that I cannot express anger, I just get tense inside, and anyway, I want to avoid escalation to high emotions from her.   Outwardly, I have lived a life of respectable conformity with all mod-cons – I have been fortunate to have had time to express my alternate self. Though nowhere near as often as I would have liked.  I have had great help from my psy to manage the balances, and I have researched loads to help me understand myself. After many years I see more clearly, but what I see does not make me happy – it is a mess; I can see decisions I made to conform to society’s expectations, and hide, and how I continued them, always thinking I could keep the female side in check, but sometimes it feels like that something is going to explode: is it an urge, or something powerful? My dilemma is where to go from here. My psy thinks my partner knows more than she wants to admit, and won’t accept much out of fear of a domino effect, and facing the inner me, and out of fear of the house of cards falling. If only we could downgrade to “just friends”, and I can be me. I lack the courage for drastic moves, as I cannot stand confrontation. Now I have dug a hole so deep my ladder won't reach to get me out. Should I confess, and blow the house down, and have her stab me, or retreat until a better time is found; and how can I nudge towards acceptance, gently push those limits. I want to wear my tights, polish my nails, wear dresses, and do my makeup. I feel so frustrated. Help. Anyone out there who can give some good advice? Love Nathalia
    Aug 15, 2017 564
  • 09 Aug 2017
    I felt like writing being prompted by a couple of media offerings that unwittingly seemed to show where Transgender people are today. Firstly on U.K. Radio 4 yesterday evening I listened to David Sedaris doing one of his readings, you can see it on line http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/03/28/david-sedaris-shops-for-clothes-in-tokyo David Sedaris is openly Gay, and often mentions his Partner Hugh in the dialogues.Listening on the Radio,David Sedaris refers to Hugh milking the transitioning joke, with references to clothing and tracheal shaves.I felt disturbed to hear the radio audience laughing . Secondly, The Athletics World Championship,and the BBC coverage of the Women's 1500 metre Final specifically Studio discussion of Caster Semenyas participation.I found interesting the analysis from Paula Radcliffe that exposed how the majority can make a judgement to force the individual to fit the norm in order to be included. Both of the examples made me think that Our societies are still not making Transgender people feel included.There is a vast range of transgendered people ,not just one stereotype to make hasty rules around.Ending on a more positive note it does seem there is still some guaranteed media coverage.But personally I look forward to the day when being transgendered is within the normal human range of existence no opportunity.
    529 Posted by Donna V
  • By Donna V
    I felt like writing being prompted by a couple of media offerings that unwittingly seemed to show where Transgender people are today. Firstly on U.K. Radio 4 yesterday evening I listened to David Sedaris doing one of his readings, you can see it on line http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/03/28/david-sedaris-shops-for-clothes-in-tokyo David Sedaris is openly Gay, and often mentions his Partner Hugh in the dialogues.Listening on the Radio,David Sedaris refers to Hugh milking the transitioning joke, with references to clothing and tracheal shaves.I felt disturbed to hear the radio audience laughing . Secondly, The Athletics World Championship,and the BBC coverage of the Women's 1500 metre Final specifically Studio discussion of Caster Semenyas participation.I found interesting the analysis from Paula Radcliffe that exposed how the majority can make a judgement to force the individual to fit the norm in order to be included. Both of the examples made me think that Our societies are still not making Transgender people feel included.There is a vast range of transgendered people ,not just one stereotype to make hasty rules around.Ending on a more positive note it does seem there is still some guaranteed media coverage.But personally I look forward to the day when being transgendered is within the normal human range of existence no opportunity.
    Aug 09, 2017 529
  • 05 Aug 2017
    Hey, I am again dressed, nothing glamorous just ordinary clothes, but this is the third consequtive night. Nothing commonplace about this occurance, as it may not repeat itself for a while and so every moment should be a relaxed treasure. Sorry about last night's post. When I read through this morning the fuel (It was a meek Cabarnet Sauvignon) was evident and frankly during the day the headache that built up during the morning was a reminder enough of what I had typed. Not that I regret the content, but it did all spill out quite quickly didn't it, like an ultra-thin 5p shopping bag with too many contents, I feel I let rip and let it all go. No escaping no picking up the pieces and pretending it didn't, doesn't or may not happen after that.. Thank you to Traci (Dear Traci) for a lovely heartfelt comment in return. I stretch out my arms across the pond and hug for a brief moment.. I have wondered about changing my name. My pseudonym which I have become accustomed to, has an artificiality about it that rings more of a drag queen (no offence girls) and less of the woman that I have ackowledge I am. Helen Blackwell may sound like a District Nurse to some who may be familiar with BBC Drama's set in working-class middle England, but it is painfully bland, grounded and oh so honest. Hmmn, but perhaps Rachel it should remain for now. Drabness - the outward appearance at least will return tomorrow. Have a lovely weekend all. Rachel x  
    655 Posted by Rachel de Blanc
  • Hey, I am again dressed, nothing glamorous just ordinary clothes, but this is the third consequtive night. Nothing commonplace about this occurance, as it may not repeat itself for a while and so every moment should be a relaxed treasure. Sorry about last night's post. When I read through this morning the fuel (It was a meek Cabarnet Sauvignon) was evident and frankly during the day the headache that built up during the morning was a reminder enough of what I had typed. Not that I regret the content, but it did all spill out quite quickly didn't it, like an ultra-thin 5p shopping bag with too many contents, I feel I let rip and let it all go. No escaping no picking up the pieces and pretending it didn't, doesn't or may not happen after that.. Thank you to Traci (Dear Traci) for a lovely heartfelt comment in return. I stretch out my arms across the pond and hug for a brief moment.. I have wondered about changing my name. My pseudonym which I have become accustomed to, has an artificiality about it that rings more of a drag queen (no offence girls) and less of the woman that I have ackowledge I am. Helen Blackwell may sound like a District Nurse to some who may be familiar with BBC Drama's set in working-class middle England, but it is painfully bland, grounded and oh so honest. Hmmn, but perhaps Rachel it should remain for now. Drabness - the outward appearance at least will return tomorrow. Have a lovely weekend all. Rachel x  
    Aug 05, 2017 655
  • 04 Aug 2017
    Hi. Firstly, please don't be alarmed by what you are about to read. This is a passage and I will move on from it. Rachel is fine, indeed she feels affirmed, looks great and doesnt' want to go anywhere. Richard on the other hand (there, I've said it, a big bloomin step) is in a real state. He is emasculated, ripped apart and half the woman he could be because he's a faltering man who spends the majority of his time in a state of disregard and disillusionment. Rachel is the dominant partner, the life and the soul the pace the vibrant tick-tock, the dreamer the aspirational poet the confident confidant and the fashionable dare I say sexual being that possesses soul and life. Richard is charming but spent, lacking in self-confidence retreating into a reclusive haf life where he looks at his male peers doesn't understand them or wish to be like them and so falls behind in the chiff-chaff battering of the egotistical bluffing that dominates his working environment. Rachel can see through all of this because she thinks clearly. Her self-confidence enables her to determine a path through the day but this only charts a route towards a dreamland, a pertpetual state of support that is beyond reach and so this perceivable and yet unachieved state mocks, taunts and screws into her other half's day. Rachel it must be said, has drunk two thirds of a bottle of wine. She's not drunk and alarming as a result, but she is fluid, open expressive and communicative. She strapped up and tucked away, wearing new skinny jeans with bosoms that yearn to be real and borrowed perfume. Her wardrobe - which is growing and now resides in the loft - I have a stash, I have a stash, is contemporary and purchased in person. Her make-up is now her own and her composition is better formed, more articuate and understood than it has ever been.  She has taken photos (again!) but cannot launch them into the world because Gender Society's photo albums are not currently yielding and have turned their back. She has considered walking out into the night, a trip around the block for the first time, but dare not. Riots have happened here recently, so better not start another. Rachel / Richard needs help in truth. There are people here that I call friends and whose shoulders I would like to burst into tears upon. If you are capable of this support do let me know, I can travel for this. Rachel isn't a selfish b***h (although this reads otherwise, infact I know she's grateful, expressive forgiving and empathetic. Any help provided would be returned with earnest and heartfelt thanks. Rachel could become a friend for life, Richard too. If you are reading this and have yet to come out and broach the reality of who you really are, then I hope that this gives you the momentum to move forward and not be like this in the future. If you are reading this having come out, transitioned even, then I hope it provides you with a momentunm to reflect and to celebrate what you are now, how far you have travelled and what you now are not. I said at the beginning not to be alarmed. I am and we are but that it our challenge to deal with. I should copy this post and send it to my Gender Therapist with the headline, 'Transition Required, Bridging Hormones to commence ASAP.' I am a woman and like a moth I flutter lively in the artificial environment of the evening. By day I am flat, still and prone to easy disintegration. Thank you for reading, and oh do write a blog or too because it's easier than you think to find peace through a passage or two. Take care Rachel x  
    696 Posted by Rachel de Blanc
  • Hi. Firstly, please don't be alarmed by what you are about to read. This is a passage and I will move on from it. Rachel is fine, indeed she feels affirmed, looks great and doesnt' want to go anywhere. Richard on the other hand (there, I've said it, a big bloomin step) is in a real state. He is emasculated, ripped apart and half the woman he could be because he's a faltering man who spends the majority of his time in a state of disregard and disillusionment. Rachel is the dominant partner, the life and the soul the pace the vibrant tick-tock, the dreamer the aspirational poet the confident confidant and the fashionable dare I say sexual being that possesses soul and life. Richard is charming but spent, lacking in self-confidence retreating into a reclusive haf life where he looks at his male peers doesn't understand them or wish to be like them and so falls behind in the chiff-chaff battering of the egotistical bluffing that dominates his working environment. Rachel can see through all of this because she thinks clearly. Her self-confidence enables her to determine a path through the day but this only charts a route towards a dreamland, a pertpetual state of support that is beyond reach and so this perceivable and yet unachieved state mocks, taunts and screws into her other half's day. Rachel it must be said, has drunk two thirds of a bottle of wine. She's not drunk and alarming as a result, but she is fluid, open expressive and communicative. She strapped up and tucked away, wearing new skinny jeans with bosoms that yearn to be real and borrowed perfume. Her wardrobe - which is growing and now resides in the loft - I have a stash, I have a stash, is contemporary and purchased in person. Her make-up is now her own and her composition is better formed, more articuate and understood than it has ever been.  She has taken photos (again!) but cannot launch them into the world because Gender Society's photo albums are not currently yielding and have turned their back. She has considered walking out into the night, a trip around the block for the first time, but dare not. Riots have happened here recently, so better not start another. Rachel / Richard needs help in truth. There are people here that I call friends and whose shoulders I would like to burst into tears upon. If you are capable of this support do let me know, I can travel for this. Rachel isn't a selfish b***h (although this reads otherwise, infact I know she's grateful, expressive forgiving and empathetic. Any help provided would be returned with earnest and heartfelt thanks. Rachel could become a friend for life, Richard too. If you are reading this and have yet to come out and broach the reality of who you really are, then I hope that this gives you the momentum to move forward and not be like this in the future. If you are reading this having come out, transitioned even, then I hope it provides you with a momentunm to reflect and to celebrate what you are now, how far you have travelled and what you now are not. I said at the beginning not to be alarmed. I am and we are but that it our challenge to deal with. I should copy this post and send it to my Gender Therapist with the headline, 'Transition Required, Bridging Hormones to commence ASAP.' I am a woman and like a moth I flutter lively in the artificial environment of the evening. By day I am flat, still and prone to easy disintegration. Thank you for reading, and oh do write a blog or too because it's easier than you think to find peace through a passage or two. Take care Rachel x  
    Aug 04, 2017 696
  • 18 Jul 2017
    Been a while since I've blogged/ranted on here, but figure this is probably the best place to say this. I've been sort of halfway out for a while now meaning I've told my mom I'm transgender and cut my hair short, but I still can't tell my dad. For those who don't know, I come from a very religious (Baptist) family so getting a sex change is pretty much the worst sin I could possibly commit besides killing myself according to my parents and what I've been brought up to believe. (Not saying I agree that it's wrong). I keep trying to come out further and talk about taking T-shots, but whenever I do, my mom suddenly goes backwards and gets embarrassed by the whole idea. She says she's supportive and wouldn't disown me, but she has the hardest time calling me her son and won't let go that I once dated guys in middle school. (I've told her being gay and trans are not the same thing, but she still brings it up). I just can't help but wonder and worry how much worse my dad will be and a part of me, in all honesty, thinks if I were to never get the change and just "tough this out" he'd actually be proud of me for once in my life. I know, that sounds really dramatic, but I've been trying to get him to not look at me as a "disappointment" pretty much all my life and having Asperger's hasn't helped. For those who don't know, I am trying to self-publish and become an author. I plan on writing a story called Obsession and it's based on me and something that happened. I will also be talking about being transgender and how my relationship with my dad is/was in this story. The reason I bring this up - I worry if I don't take T-shots and get the change, the trans community and others who read my book won't see me as a serious transgender? Part of me wonders if I should wait till I'm old and my parents are gone to be completely honest... Not sure what I'm going to do, but any support or suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks.
    521 Posted by Kris McKinley
  • Been a while since I've blogged/ranted on here, but figure this is probably the best place to say this. I've been sort of halfway out for a while now meaning I've told my mom I'm transgender and cut my hair short, but I still can't tell my dad. For those who don't know, I come from a very religious (Baptist) family so getting a sex change is pretty much the worst sin I could possibly commit besides killing myself according to my parents and what I've been brought up to believe. (Not saying I agree that it's wrong). I keep trying to come out further and talk about taking T-shots, but whenever I do, my mom suddenly goes backwards and gets embarrassed by the whole idea. She says she's supportive and wouldn't disown me, but she has the hardest time calling me her son and won't let go that I once dated guys in middle school. (I've told her being gay and trans are not the same thing, but she still brings it up). I just can't help but wonder and worry how much worse my dad will be and a part of me, in all honesty, thinks if I were to never get the change and just "tough this out" he'd actually be proud of me for once in my life. I know, that sounds really dramatic, but I've been trying to get him to not look at me as a "disappointment" pretty much all my life and having Asperger's hasn't helped. For those who don't know, I am trying to self-publish and become an author. I plan on writing a story called Obsession and it's based on me and something that happened. I will also be talking about being transgender and how my relationship with my dad is/was in this story. The reason I bring this up - I worry if I don't take T-shots and get the change, the trans community and others who read my book won't see me as a serious transgender? Part of me wonders if I should wait till I'm old and my parents are gone to be completely honest... Not sure what I'm going to do, but any support or suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks.
    Jul 18, 2017 521
  • 16 Jun 2017
    In a weeks time I have my post op appointment ,it's been 2 months since my GRS.Overall it's been an ordeal as last month my elderly parents health deteriorated rapidly with my mother going into a nursing home,.I was thinking about them and their difficulties.At the same time during these 2 months, I experienced feelings of isolation,which are not uncommon during GRS recovery.These seem to be down to the simple fact that you are going through an experience and adjustment that other people cannot relate to .Additionally all the post op after care ,dilating etc, ...is an incredibly time consuming routine and at times quite draining.so you appear to be less than sociable and pre occupied.In my case for various reasons I have a lot of domestic chores to do,so It just seemed a battle to fit everything into the day.Anyway I am just taking a little timeout,before a stint in the garden and trying to complete a metalwork sculpture commission. I am looking forward to the post appointment,especially the train journey,as I will get a chance to rest ,probably falling asleep.
    665 Posted by Donna V
  • By Donna V
    In a weeks time I have my post op appointment ,it's been 2 months since my GRS.Overall it's been an ordeal as last month my elderly parents health deteriorated rapidly with my mother going into a nursing home,.I was thinking about them and their difficulties.At the same time during these 2 months, I experienced feelings of isolation,which are not uncommon during GRS recovery.These seem to be down to the simple fact that you are going through an experience and adjustment that other people cannot relate to .Additionally all the post op after care ,dilating etc, ...is an incredibly time consuming routine and at times quite draining.so you appear to be less than sociable and pre occupied.In my case for various reasons I have a lot of domestic chores to do,so It just seemed a battle to fit everything into the day.Anyway I am just taking a little timeout,before a stint in the garden and trying to complete a metalwork sculpture commission. I am looking forward to the post appointment,especially the train journey,as I will get a chance to rest ,probably falling asleep.
    Jun 16, 2017 665
  • 14 Jun 2017
    just wondering if anybody have heard of any voice impaired trans genders. doc told me if i was lucky i migght have some voice left after my cancer surgery of the thyroid, partual voice box and most of my neck and lymphnoids of  my throat be side all of this i lost most of the muscle that contect the right shouilder with my neck muscles. this all added up to a stage 3 cancer . as of right now why voice is hardly audiable to others in normal situations amplication is now being used at home and famlies , but the thing is at work wondering if i should learn ASL  caus e i work in a distirubtion center where  it is loud and noisey even with the amp i know that no one could hear me  if i was in case to get in trouble there at work so far bw side the operation in have gone 8 weeks of exterior radiation bombardment therapy. i hope i dont have to do chemo(fingures crossed) . any wat that is my blog for this season i hope    
    578 Posted by michelle/mitchell self
  • just wondering if anybody have heard of any voice impaired trans genders. doc told me if i was lucky i migght have some voice left after my cancer surgery of the thyroid, partual voice box and most of my neck and lymphnoids of  my throat be side all of this i lost most of the muscle that contect the right shouilder with my neck muscles. this all added up to a stage 3 cancer . as of right now why voice is hardly audiable to others in normal situations amplication is now being used at home and famlies , but the thing is at work wondering if i should learn ASL  caus e i work in a distirubtion center where  it is loud and noisey even with the amp i know that no one could hear me  if i was in case to get in trouble there at work so far bw side the operation in have gone 8 weeks of exterior radiation bombardment therapy. i hope i dont have to do chemo(fingures crossed) . any wat that is my blog for this season i hope    
    Jun 14, 2017 578
  • 01 Jun 2017
    Thought for today. Dressing; Elastoplast for the Soul. A little shopping, new sandals and a top. Genes happy. Rachel x
    640 Posted by Rachel de Blanc
  • Thought for today. Dressing; Elastoplast for the Soul. A little shopping, new sandals and a top. Genes happy. Rachel x
    Jun 01, 2017 640