A Day Of Two Halves

This morning, in bed, not wanting to leave the house, curling up under the covers.  Extremely blah about everything.

And even when I did get out of the house, I was extremely tired.  Didn't perk up until Roma actually showed up, we were going to do a quick coffee and then I was going to pick up the stuff I had left there on Thursday night.

Which actually ended up with a trip to Chanel, and Roma almost buying a two grand handbag, almost almost.  She was hella tempted.  Then a bit of a deep and meaningful while we were walking around town, about how I had assessed what the whole Wednesday self harm depression spike meant.  And she was so freaking supportive, still.  I've been afraid, in my own head over the last few days, that all my mess is all too much effort for her, and she didn't give that impression at all when we were actually talking.  The we will get through this together impression that I got.

Which is fucking awesome.

Blah, emotions lol.

Then a quick skim through Pigeonhole, for the second time this weekend, after a similar expedition with Jacksonville on Saturday.  Roma asked whether I had seen any nice rockabilly stuff (for me) lately, as I had said a couple of weeks ago, I think I could do rockabilly, as my femme side.  Then off to Infusion for coffee, and Bras and Things, where another mate, Lexington, had gotten me a gift voucher for my birthday.

And the way Roma's eyes lit up when she suggested getting me properly fitted, and the rest of the BnT expedition, is always gratifying to see that level of enthusiasm from her when it comes to me.  So yes, a practical bra and a pretty one, a Playboy set, slate grey, nice design.  And the staff in store were fantastic, will definitely go back there again for even just the service.  Roma in the change room, helping me in and out of the bras, with that enthusiastic glint in her eyes.  Just fantastic.

With the corset I got yesterday, and the bras and everything, it's going to be fantastic when I put the entire ensemble together.  Which should be for a party in two weekend's time, with Roma doing the make up and prettying up and being my wingperson.

SQUEE.

And even after the Bra n Things expedition, went past Knoxville's store and kept her company for the close and then headed over to their place and relaxed and then dinner and then more relaxing.  I absolutely love how the last couple of Sunday quick visits to Roma's place have ended up lasting five or six hours apiece.

Cheered me up no end, after the blah of this morning.