I was standing in line at a convenience store earlier today and I couldn't help but notice the way a girl ahead of me was dressed. She was in her early 20's and was wearing this kind of funky, black, asymmetrical blouse that would have probably looked pretty good if it was paired with jeans or dressier pants, but it just didn't fit with the hot pink sweatpants she was wearing. The thing that really caught my eye, though, was the way she was wearing the sweatpants. She had them rolled down to her waist, but she much have hiked them up to her tits before rolling them because the things seemed to be permanently wedged in her ass. I could also see the entire outline of her panties and, when she turned around, her lovely camel toe. Seeing this got me thinking about fashion and the whole argument that I see all over the Internet about how leggings are not supposed to be pants.
Now that the New York weather has turned cold and snowy, I've had put away the light dresses and dig out the winter gear. As many of my readers know, I'm not a big fan of jeans (or of pants in general for that matter), so my winter wardrobe includes many pairs of leggings.
I was a child of the 80's and an athlete my entire life. From ballet, to gymnastics, to volleyball, to daily jogs and gym workouts, to the style of the moment in middle school, much of my life has involved regularly wearing spandex in some way, shape, or form. Even before leggings came back into style a few years ago, I often opted for comfort over fashion and went for the "I just came from the gym look." I spent many a weekend in the library during school in a t-shirt and leggings and I could care less what anyone thought of it.
Now, I understand all of the arguments against wearing leggings, but I think leggings have gotten a bad rep. Like the girl in the store this afternoon, I've seen many people make the same fashion faux pas wearing all kinds of pants, so why do leggings get singled out?
If leggings are not pants, shouldn't yoga pants not be pants, either? I mean, both are essentially the same--stretchy and clingy--but the yoga pants flare out a bit at the bottom to resemble a regular pant leg. No one, however, complains about how leggings look at the calf. Everyone comments on how allowing the outline of your leggings-clad butt to be seen is a crime against humanity, but no one seems to comment on the same when yoga pants are involved. Arguably, though, if your leggings fit (and by fit, I do not mean you should be trying to pull them up over your head) they probably shouldn't be riding up your crack in the first place. The same goes for camel toe--that only time I've had a camel toe in leggings is when I've intensionally pulled them up to make one (and I don't go out in public that way, trust me). I've even worn unitards and have never had a problem.
So let's take back our right to dress comfortably and to not be scrutinized by following these three simple steps:
1. Don't wear $5 leggings. If you look in the mirror and can see the shimmer of spandex (aka the "see-through look"), throw them away and go spend $20-40 on a decent pair of thicker leggings. They'll probably last four times as long as the cheap ones, anyway, so you won't be out any cash in the long run. My favorites, especially for winter, are the long underwear bottoms you can get a sporting goods and outdoor stores. Some even have a thin fleece lining that will keep your legs warm on the coldest of days, but they make a variety of weights for a whole range weather.
2. The waistline of your leggings is supposed to sit on your waist--imagine that! Some designer leggings are actually made to sit higher on the body so that they can be rolled--if your's aren't, don't try to role them. Ever.
3. Know how much butt is too much. Most leggings haters seem to say that any visible butt in leggings is too much, but I disagree. If you are coming form the gym (or you want people to think you are), I don't have a problem with tops that don't provide coverage, though body type plays into this, too. If you aren't doing the athletic look, though, I think butt coverage is a must. How much, though, is subjective IMHO. I've seen some women pull off a little bit of the lower butt cheeks peeking out under the top but this really only works if you have skinny legs and a not-overly-large butt. And please make sure rule #1 is already in effect before doing this.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Now My Mom Knows
My mom showed up at my house today, completely unannounced and unexpected. In fact, I don't think my mom has come to visit since I moved out of her house. She's always been too busy with her job, it seems, to have time for me. So it was a little surprising to see her car coming down my driveway, especially considering that I was out in my front yard--naked--planting flowers in the garden.
I've never been shy about being a nudist. I don't go around talking about it all the time, but outside of work, most people I know have either seen me nude at one time or another or at least know about it. Since my mom always seemed to put her job before me, I've never really opened up to her about a lot of things, nudity included. Not only that, but growing up my mom was always extremely conservative--she'd often complain that my shorts were to short or my top too low and I'd always have to put clothes on over my bathing suit when going to swim at the neighbor's house, so I never really expected her to respond positively to knowing her daughter is a nudist.
So my mom drives up and gets out of the car and I walk over to greet her. I, of course, have nothing nearby to put on, not that I was (or ever am) ashamed of my nudity. "Hi, mom," I say.
"Well, I guess I see why you bought a house out in the middle of nowhere," is the first thing out of my mother's mouth. My house is rather secluded--it sits near the end of a dead-end street and is set back far from the road in a heavily wooded area. I'd be lying if I said that the ability to be naked in my front yard didn't play a little bit of a role in my selecting of this house. "Hehe," I reply, "I always do yard work in the nude. I hate having dirty, sweaty clothes on." "So do you shovel the snow in the buff, too?" my mom asked. "Only in the summer," I joked. My mom did not seem amused.
I guess my mom had to come out my way for some errand and decided to come find my place while she was in the area. Since it was almost dinner time, I said "let me just finish up here, then we should go grab a bite to eat. There's a great little Italian bistro in town that you'd love." I couldn't quite gauge if my mom was being funny or not when she asked "you will be wearing clothes to this restaurant, right?"
I finished planting my last few flowers and picked up and put away my tools. Then I invited my mom inside and, still naked, gave her the grand tour of my house. In my living room I have a collage frame full of pictures of me and some friends at the on a nude beach. As we were walking through, my mom noticed the frame and commented on it. "Mom," I finally said, "I'm a nudist. If you haven't already figured it out, I enjoy being nude." My mom said nothing.
After the tour, I offered my mom a drink and excused myself to go wash up and get dressed for dinner. Knowing my mom's conservative nature, but still wanting to tease her a bit, I decided that I would wear a longer-than-my-usual blue half-sleeve gause dress. The thin material left no questions to the fact that I did not have a bra on, but I knew that my I'd be leaving my mom wondering about what else I was (or wasn't--as was actually the case) wearing underneath.
I came back downstairs to find my mom looking again at my nudist photos. "Ready?" I asked and we got in the car.
During dinner we did a fair amount of catching up. Not a word was said at the restaurant about my lack of clothing earlier in the day. During dinner it started to pour, and the walk back to my car left us a soaked and caused my dress to leave a little less to the imagination than it already was--so much for being conservative. When we got back to my place, I invited my mom back in for a glass of wine. She accepted and even said "I'm sure you want to get undressed again, so don't feel you can't on account of me being here." I decided not to take her up on the offer, but I did address my feelings on nudity and why I choose to live the way I do. I even suggested that she try it some time, though I doubt she will. After the wine, my mom said she needed to get going. I told her that it was nice getting to talk again and she agreed.
I'm don't think my mom accepted the fact that I'm a nudist, but she was at least respectful of it. And, while I don't expect that we'll become best buds as a result of this impromptu meeting, at least we were able to overcome the initial awkwardness of the situation and bond--if only a tiny bit--as a mother and daughter.
I've never been shy about being a nudist. I don't go around talking about it all the time, but outside of work, most people I know have either seen me nude at one time or another or at least know about it. Since my mom always seemed to put her job before me, I've never really opened up to her about a lot of things, nudity included. Not only that, but growing up my mom was always extremely conservative--she'd often complain that my shorts were to short or my top too low and I'd always have to put clothes on over my bathing suit when going to swim at the neighbor's house, so I never really expected her to respond positively to knowing her daughter is a nudist.
So my mom drives up and gets out of the car and I walk over to greet her. I, of course, have nothing nearby to put on, not that I was (or ever am) ashamed of my nudity. "Hi, mom," I say.
"Well, I guess I see why you bought a house out in the middle of nowhere," is the first thing out of my mother's mouth. My house is rather secluded--it sits near the end of a dead-end street and is set back far from the road in a heavily wooded area. I'd be lying if I said that the ability to be naked in my front yard didn't play a little bit of a role in my selecting of this house. "Hehe," I reply, "I always do yard work in the nude. I hate having dirty, sweaty clothes on." "So do you shovel the snow in the buff, too?" my mom asked. "Only in the summer," I joked. My mom did not seem amused.
I guess my mom had to come out my way for some errand and decided to come find my place while she was in the area. Since it was almost dinner time, I said "let me just finish up here, then we should go grab a bite to eat. There's a great little Italian bistro in town that you'd love." I couldn't quite gauge if my mom was being funny or not when she asked "you will be wearing clothes to this restaurant, right?"
I finished planting my last few flowers and picked up and put away my tools. Then I invited my mom inside and, still naked, gave her the grand tour of my house. In my living room I have a collage frame full of pictures of me and some friends at the on a nude beach. As we were walking through, my mom noticed the frame and commented on it. "Mom," I finally said, "I'm a nudist. If you haven't already figured it out, I enjoy being nude." My mom said nothing.
After the tour, I offered my mom a drink and excused myself to go wash up and get dressed for dinner. Knowing my mom's conservative nature, but still wanting to tease her a bit, I decided that I would wear a longer-than-my-usual blue half-sleeve gause dress. The thin material left no questions to the fact that I did not have a bra on, but I knew that my I'd be leaving my mom wondering about what else I was (or wasn't--as was actually the case) wearing underneath.
I came back downstairs to find my mom looking again at my nudist photos. "Ready?" I asked and we got in the car.
During dinner we did a fair amount of catching up. Not a word was said at the restaurant about my lack of clothing earlier in the day. During dinner it started to pour, and the walk back to my car left us a soaked and caused my dress to leave a little less to the imagination than it already was--so much for being conservative. When we got back to my place, I invited my mom back in for a glass of wine. She accepted and even said "I'm sure you want to get undressed again, so don't feel you can't on account of me being here." I decided not to take her up on the offer, but I did address my feelings on nudity and why I choose to live the way I do. I even suggested that she try it some time, though I doubt she will. After the wine, my mom said she needed to get going. I told her that it was nice getting to talk again and she agreed.
I'm don't think my mom accepted the fact that I'm a nudist, but she was at least respectful of it. And, while I don't expect that we'll become best buds as a result of this impromptu meeting, at least we were able to overcome the initial awkwardness of the situation and bond--if only a tiny bit--as a mother and daughter.
Sundresses
I had a coworker (male) comment on how much time I must spend getting ready in the morning because I always look so good (and no, it wasn't in a flirty kind of way, it was genuine). The funny thing is that I really don't spend much time getting ready at all. I basically get up in the morning and shower. I quickly blow my hair dry and then run it through a curling iron to give it a bit of body and put it up in a clip or pony tail. I put on a tiny bit of makeup and then I eat breakfast. Then, just before I'm ready to leave, I get dressed (if it isn't already obvious, I'm naked up until this point). Since it is now summer and I am basically in "sundress mode," getting dressed literally takes me about 20 seconds. I couldn't help but wonder what this coworker would think if he knew that there was absolutely nothing under my dress that day!
I absolutely love sundresses and, if I can't be naked, a sundress would be my first choice of outfit. I probably own at least 20 sundresses--everything from $20 Old Navy swimsuit coverups to $100+ designer dresses. I've got them in strapless, spaghetti strap, and halter styles--and even a conservative, high-neckline, full-shoulder dress. Lengths run from full-length to almost-too-short. Regardless of style, sundresses are feminine, flirty, and sexy--and they always turn heads. They're cool and comfortable on hot days, especially if you don't wear anything under them. And they are easy to take off when you're finally able to be naked again!
I absolutely love sundresses and, if I can't be naked, a sundress would be my first choice of outfit. I probably own at least 20 sundresses--everything from $20 Old Navy swimsuit coverups to $100+ designer dresses. I've got them in strapless, spaghetti strap, and halter styles--and even a conservative, high-neckline, full-shoulder dress. Lengths run from full-length to almost-too-short. Regardless of style, sundresses are feminine, flirty, and sexy--and they always turn heads. They're cool and comfortable on hot days, especially if you don't wear anything under them. And they are easy to take off when you're finally able to be naked again!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Memorial Day
Ahhh, Memorial Day...the unofficial start of summer. This year I decided to have a few old friends up to the cabin for a nudist weekend. The weather was perfect and the bugs weren't as bad as I thought they'd be (the last time I was up at the cabin, a few weeks ago, the normal springtime black flies were starting to come out in force; they seem to be past already).
Not only was the weather perfect this weekend, but it was the first time since probably October since I've participated in any kind of social nudity. It felt great to be outside enjoying the nice weather with like-minded friends and not a stitch of clothing to be seen most of the weekend. The sun was out the entire weekend and, with temperatures around 83 degrees, it was the perfect weather to be naked. The lake is still too cold for swimming, but it was a perfect weekend for lying out in the sun with a margarita or doing a little kayaking around the lake. We topped the weekend off with a cookout and clam bake on Monday afternoon. I absolutely love steamed clams and the ones we had were absolutely perfect.
We did have one surprise this weekend. As I think I've said before, the cabin I own was an old summer camp that my grandfather bought cheap when the camp went defunct. It sits on a like with only one or two more properties which are rarely used, so the property is perfect for nudity. There is public access to the lake on the opposite site from my property, but since motor craft are prohibited from the lake, it is rarely used. I've occasionally seen canoeists and kayakers on the lake, but they are few and far between. This weekend, though, we got a couple of teenagers that discovered us. To their credit, they were probably just out for a little canoeing, unaware of the party going on at my place, but when they discovered us they kind of hung out, at a distance, pretending to fish. After they didn't move for a while, one of my guy friends decided to kayak out to them--stark naked, of course--and invite them to our cookout. It was kind of funny to listen (we were close enough to them to hear most of the conversation) as they stuttered in response to my friend's invitation. As he paddled away he said "well, we have plenty of food if you change your minds." They were gone before my friend got back to my dock!
Not only was the weather perfect this weekend, but it was the first time since probably October since I've participated in any kind of social nudity. It felt great to be outside enjoying the nice weather with like-minded friends and not a stitch of clothing to be seen most of the weekend. The sun was out the entire weekend and, with temperatures around 83 degrees, it was the perfect weather to be naked. The lake is still too cold for swimming, but it was a perfect weekend for lying out in the sun with a margarita or doing a little kayaking around the lake. We topped the weekend off with a cookout and clam bake on Monday afternoon. I absolutely love steamed clams and the ones we had were absolutely perfect.
We did have one surprise this weekend. As I think I've said before, the cabin I own was an old summer camp that my grandfather bought cheap when the camp went defunct. It sits on a like with only one or two more properties which are rarely used, so the property is perfect for nudity. There is public access to the lake on the opposite site from my property, but since motor craft are prohibited from the lake, it is rarely used. I've occasionally seen canoeists and kayakers on the lake, but they are few and far between. This weekend, though, we got a couple of teenagers that discovered us. To their credit, they were probably just out for a little canoeing, unaware of the party going on at my place, but when they discovered us they kind of hung out, at a distance, pretending to fish. After they didn't move for a while, one of my guy friends decided to kayak out to them--stark naked, of course--and invite them to our cookout. It was kind of funny to listen (we were close enough to them to hear most of the conversation) as they stuttered in response to my friend's invitation. As he paddled away he said "well, we have plenty of food if you change your minds." They were gone before my friend got back to my dock!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Don't Want to Get Dressed
It is cold and rainy outside today and I really don't want to go to work. I am naked right now and I wish I could just stay this way all day. Unfortunately I have to be in the office today, so that means I have to get dressed. I've opted for a pair of black leggings with a long, white dress shirt. Under the shirt I'm going wear a stretchy cami so that I don't have to wear a bra. I haven't decided what color that will be yet, but I'm kind of thinking baby blue. I will, of course, not have panties on, either.
I'm just glad I work in a casual workplace where I can get away with dressing like this. I don't know what I'd do if i had to get dressed up every day.
Well, I guess I have to get the show on the road and go put some clothes on, as much as it pains me to do so. :(
I'm just glad I work in a casual workplace where I can get away with dressing like this. I don't know what I'd do if i had to get dressed up every day.
Well, I guess I have to get the show on the road and go put some clothes on, as much as it pains me to do so. :(
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Another Nice Weekend
While it isn't quite as nice this weekend as last, it is still beautiful out. I had some shopping to do earlier, but now I am home, lying in the sun on my back deck, catching up on email on my laptop. At only around 50 degrees, it is a little cool to be naked, but that hasn't stopped me. The sun feels nice on my body.
Yesterday I did a charity walk with people from work, so I stayed in town this weekend. While the walk was fun, it was rather cold. I had originally planned to wear shorts, but when I got up and found that it was only 34 degrees outside, my plans changed. Instead, I opted for a pair of under capri leggings, a sports bra, a long-sleeve shirt and my work's team t-shirt over that. The walk was a bit chilly, but it was still fun. Afterwards, I came home and, of course, got naked, but spent the rest of the day inside as it was too cold to be naked outside.
I also had plans to go out with some friends last night. We wanted to try a new restaurant that recently opened. In an effort to find something classy, yet unique to wear, I started searching through my closet. I opted for a combination I had never tried together before, but I think it worked and my friends really liked it. I ended up taking a maroon sarong and folding it such that it would be a bit shorter than my normal dress length. I wrapped it around my chest so in a strapless manner and tied it off with a big, fancy knot in the front. I paired this top with a pair of black leggings (full-length this time) and black leather skinny-heel boots. I probably should have tied the sarong a little longer, because it didn't quite cover my butt completely, but by the time I noticed I was in no mood to try and retie the sarong, so I left it that way. I don't generally mind showing a little ass anyway, though--I know the guys enjoy it.
Speaking of showing off, I had to laugh this morning. I started my errands today with a trip to a local coffee shop. I'm usually a plain, black coffee kind of girl, but occasionally I enjoy a latte--and today was one of those days. While I was waiting in line, I couldn't help but stare at the college-aged girl in front of me. She was kind of heavy set and wearing a distressed white t-shirt with a black bra that you could see right through the thin material. The collar of the shirt was ripped off and she was wearing it off one shoulder so that her brastrap was exposed. She was also wearing leggings, but the shirt stopped about an inch below the top of them, showing off most of her butt and, to top it all off, Ugg boots (IMHO, the UGGliest things in the world).
I'm not generally one to judge people, and the only reason I bring this up is because of what I saw when this girl turned around. The neckline of the shirt was, as I said, ripped open, so the shirt showed off quite a bit of her rather ample cleavage (and even some of the front of her push-up bra). What really got me going, though, was teh message on the shirt--made with those fuzzy iron-on letters that were popular in the 80's. It said "What are you looking at, pig?"
I'll be the first to admit that I sometimes (...ok, often...) dress for attention. I know guys go nuts when a chick shows some boob or leg, so me and my large breasts and long legs are happy to oblige. The thing is, I try to at least keep it classy. In fact, at the time I witnessed this fashion train wreak, I was wearing less and showing a bit more than she was: I had on a short black athletic-style shirt and a white camisole tank with no bra.
This girl was cute. Even though she was a little overweight, she could still look amazing if she put a little though into her clothes. Like a shirt you couldn't see through that covered at least some of her butt and some season-approipriate footwear like some flats or even leather boots--I mean it hasn't snowed in two moths! I didn't mind the cleavage, I didn't mind the leggings--but you've got to understand that when you wear things that show off your curves people will look.
I'm starting to get cold, so I think I will get off my soapbox and go inside for a little while now. Oh how I can't wait for summer and the ability to be naked whenever I want to be that way.
Yesterday I did a charity walk with people from work, so I stayed in town this weekend. While the walk was fun, it was rather cold. I had originally planned to wear shorts, but when I got up and found that it was only 34 degrees outside, my plans changed. Instead, I opted for a pair of under capri leggings, a sports bra, a long-sleeve shirt and my work's team t-shirt over that. The walk was a bit chilly, but it was still fun. Afterwards, I came home and, of course, got naked, but spent the rest of the day inside as it was too cold to be naked outside.
I also had plans to go out with some friends last night. We wanted to try a new restaurant that recently opened. In an effort to find something classy, yet unique to wear, I started searching through my closet. I opted for a combination I had never tried together before, but I think it worked and my friends really liked it. I ended up taking a maroon sarong and folding it such that it would be a bit shorter than my normal dress length. I wrapped it around my chest so in a strapless manner and tied it off with a big, fancy knot in the front. I paired this top with a pair of black leggings (full-length this time) and black leather skinny-heel boots. I probably should have tied the sarong a little longer, because it didn't quite cover my butt completely, but by the time I noticed I was in no mood to try and retie the sarong, so I left it that way. I don't generally mind showing a little ass anyway, though--I know the guys enjoy it.
Speaking of showing off, I had to laugh this morning. I started my errands today with a trip to a local coffee shop. I'm usually a plain, black coffee kind of girl, but occasionally I enjoy a latte--and today was one of those days. While I was waiting in line, I couldn't help but stare at the college-aged girl in front of me. She was kind of heavy set and wearing a distressed white t-shirt with a black bra that you could see right through the thin material. The collar of the shirt was ripped off and she was wearing it off one shoulder so that her brastrap was exposed. She was also wearing leggings, but the shirt stopped about an inch below the top of them, showing off most of her butt and, to top it all off, Ugg boots (IMHO, the UGGliest things in the world).
I'm not generally one to judge people, and the only reason I bring this up is because of what I saw when this girl turned around. The neckline of the shirt was, as I said, ripped open, so the shirt showed off quite a bit of her rather ample cleavage (and even some of the front of her push-up bra). What really got me going, though, was teh message on the shirt--made with those fuzzy iron-on letters that were popular in the 80's. It said "What are you looking at, pig?"
I'll be the first to admit that I sometimes (...ok, often...) dress for attention. I know guys go nuts when a chick shows some boob or leg, so me and my large breasts and long legs are happy to oblige. The thing is, I try to at least keep it classy. In fact, at the time I witnessed this fashion train wreak, I was wearing less and showing a bit more than she was: I had on a short black athletic-style shirt and a white camisole tank with no bra.
This girl was cute. Even though she was a little overweight, she could still look amazing if she put a little though into her clothes. Like a shirt you couldn't see through that covered at least some of her butt and some season-approipriate footwear like some flats or even leather boots--I mean it hasn't snowed in two moths! I didn't mind the cleavage, I didn't mind the leggings--but you've got to understand that when you wear things that show off your curves people will look.
I'm starting to get cold, so I think I will get off my soapbox and go inside for a little while now. Oh how I can't wait for summer and the ability to be naked whenever I want to be that way.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Easter at the cabin
I had the day off on Friday, so I decided to sleep in. I woke up at around 9:00 and, finding it kind of warm in my apartment, I checked the thermometer to see the temperature. It was already 75 degrees. I hopped in the shower and by the time I got out the temperature had alrady climbed to 80.
I didn't have any plans for Easter. I'm not really close to most of my family and, while in the past I've spent Easter with my former roommate's family, she was spending it with her fiance this year. Looking at how nice the weekend would be, I decided it would be the perfect oppertunity to go up to the cabin.
I quickly packed a few things and then wrapped a sarong around my naked body and slipped on some flip flops. I didn't pack any additional clothes as I knew I wouldn't need them.
I discovered sarongs at a beachside art festival last summer. I had know about them before, of course, but I just never thought to buy one. A vendor at the fair was selling them and demonstrated how to tie them for me and I had to buy a couple. Sarongs are the perfect nudist-wear. There is something about just wearing a rectangle of fabric that feels so good. Then, with just a quick pull on a knot, your naked. Nudist courtesy dictates that you always have something between you and what you sit on and sarongs come in perfect here as well.
I got on the road shortly before noon. I stopped en route at a grocery store and bought a few items I'd need for the weekend, including a ham steak, some new potatoes, and carrots so I could whip up a quick Easter dinner for myself before returning home.
I got to the cabin late in the afternoon and quickly removed my sarong and threw in on the seat of my car. I then spread on the sunscreen (I haven't been tanning, so I didn't have a base tan built up yet) and set out to do some outdoor chores before it got dark--cleaning up sticks and leaves that fell over the winter and whatnot. When it got too dark to see outside, I moved on to cleaning the inside of the cabin. I wanted to get all of the chores done on Friday so I could relax all day Saturday (and I was successful).
I got up on Saturday morning and took an outdoor shower. Then I put on some more sunscreen, toasted a bagel, and spent the next few hours just laying in the sun reading a book. The temperature was about 75 with a gentle breeze that felt great blowing across my naked body.
After lunch I decided to take my new (Christmas present to myself) kayak out for a spin on the lake. As I think I've mentioned before, the lake on which my cabin sits is mostly wooded with only a couple of other cabins along it. Motorized craft are not allowed on it and, since there is very limited access, very few people use it. During the summer I swim naked in the lake all the time, but there was something about being out of the water, more exposed, that I haven't felt before. I felt a bit nervous, even though I pretty much knew no one would see me, but I felt thrilled at the same time.
On Sunday I threw my ham steak on the grill and cooked up the rest of my food to create a makeshift Easter dinner for one. Then I reluctantly packed up my stuff and got ready to head back home. Not wanting to get dressed too soon, I drove to the end of my cabin's driveway, got out, and stood in the middle of the dead end street before wraping myself back up in the sarong.
This entire week I am in the office--something that hasn't happened in quite a while. That means that I can dress casually for work for a change. Today I opted for a denim miniskirt and a white cami tank. I didn't think much of the few sprinkles of rain that were falling when I left my house, but the rain got progressively heavier as I got closer to work. I didn't have an umbrella in my car so, as you might imagine, I wasn't leaving much to my co-workers imagination when I got in to my office this morning. Oh well!
I didn't have any plans for Easter. I'm not really close to most of my family and, while in the past I've spent Easter with my former roommate's family, she was spending it with her fiance this year. Looking at how nice the weekend would be, I decided it would be the perfect oppertunity to go up to the cabin.
I quickly packed a few things and then wrapped a sarong around my naked body and slipped on some flip flops. I didn't pack any additional clothes as I knew I wouldn't need them.
I discovered sarongs at a beachside art festival last summer. I had know about them before, of course, but I just never thought to buy one. A vendor at the fair was selling them and demonstrated how to tie them for me and I had to buy a couple. Sarongs are the perfect nudist-wear. There is something about just wearing a rectangle of fabric that feels so good. Then, with just a quick pull on a knot, your naked. Nudist courtesy dictates that you always have something between you and what you sit on and sarongs come in perfect here as well.
I got on the road shortly before noon. I stopped en route at a grocery store and bought a few items I'd need for the weekend, including a ham steak, some new potatoes, and carrots so I could whip up a quick Easter dinner for myself before returning home.
I got to the cabin late in the afternoon and quickly removed my sarong and threw in on the seat of my car. I then spread on the sunscreen (I haven't been tanning, so I didn't have a base tan built up yet) and set out to do some outdoor chores before it got dark--cleaning up sticks and leaves that fell over the winter and whatnot. When it got too dark to see outside, I moved on to cleaning the inside of the cabin. I wanted to get all of the chores done on Friday so I could relax all day Saturday (and I was successful).
I got up on Saturday morning and took an outdoor shower. Then I put on some more sunscreen, toasted a bagel, and spent the next few hours just laying in the sun reading a book. The temperature was about 75 with a gentle breeze that felt great blowing across my naked body.
After lunch I decided to take my new (Christmas present to myself) kayak out for a spin on the lake. As I think I've mentioned before, the lake on which my cabin sits is mostly wooded with only a couple of other cabins along it. Motorized craft are not allowed on it and, since there is very limited access, very few people use it. During the summer I swim naked in the lake all the time, but there was something about being out of the water, more exposed, that I haven't felt before. I felt a bit nervous, even though I pretty much knew no one would see me, but I felt thrilled at the same time.
On Sunday I threw my ham steak on the grill and cooked up the rest of my food to create a makeshift Easter dinner for one. Then I reluctantly packed up my stuff and got ready to head back home. Not wanting to get dressed too soon, I drove to the end of my cabin's driveway, got out, and stood in the middle of the dead end street before wraping myself back up in the sarong.
This entire week I am in the office--something that hasn't happened in quite a while. That means that I can dress casually for work for a change. Today I opted for a denim miniskirt and a white cami tank. I didn't think much of the few sprinkles of rain that were falling when I left my house, but the rain got progressively heavier as I got closer to work. I didn't have an umbrella in my car so, as you might imagine, I wasn't leaving much to my co-workers imagination when I got in to my office this morning. Oh well!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Naked Dream
I had a dream last night that I was walking around a place I used to work wearing only a shirt. Anyone who reads my blog knows that that isn't much of a stretch, as I frequently wear little more than that to my current place of employment, but the dress code at this other place was much more strict. The shirt I was wearing only came down to my waist, too, meaning that everything "below the belt" was on display for all to see.
The weird thing about this dream was that I interacted with several people with whom I used to work, many of whom were very set-in-their-ways, close-to-retirement, conservative businesspeople, but no one seemed to notice or care that I wasn't wearing pants.
I, on the other hand, was very aware of my lack of clothing, but unlike the naked dreams of my childhood, I wasn't scared or shy about it. I just went about my way, confident and secure, much like I am everyday at work.
Then I woke up to find myself in my bed with nothing on at all. And realizing that it was Saturday, I knew I'd be able to stay that way most of the day.
I do have plans to go out this evening, so I will have to put some clothes on in a little while. It is pretty nice outside, though, so I'm thinking pants my be an option I do without tonight. I'll just wear something a bit longer. Though my ex-coworkers didn't seem offended by my choice of dress in the dream, I'm thinking that the general public probably won't react the same way in real life.
The weird thing about this dream was that I interacted with several people with whom I used to work, many of whom were very set-in-their-ways, close-to-retirement, conservative businesspeople, but no one seemed to notice or care that I wasn't wearing pants.
I, on the other hand, was very aware of my lack of clothing, but unlike the naked dreams of my childhood, I wasn't scared or shy about it. I just went about my way, confident and secure, much like I am everyday at work.
Then I woke up to find myself in my bed with nothing on at all. And realizing that it was Saturday, I knew I'd be able to stay that way most of the day.
I do have plans to go out this evening, so I will have to put some clothes on in a little while. It is pretty nice outside, though, so I'm thinking pants my be an option I do without tonight. I'll just wear something a bit longer. Though my ex-coworkers didn't seem offended by my choice of dress in the dream, I'm thinking that the general public probably won't react the same way in real life.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Naked Day
I finally got my work done yesterday. A bit before I was getting ready to leave, a couple girlfriends called me and asked me to go out. We had a nice dinner and some drinks, then I headed home for the night.
I don't know what it was--I guess maybe it was the fact that I was just in a sundress--but I was aching to be naked the whole day. As I said yesterday, my new house is a ways outside of the metro area where I work, so the late night drive home took me down some dark and lonely roads. At some point I decided it would be fun to pull down the straps of my dress, exposing my breasts, so I drove essentially topless most of the way home. On the way I needed to stop for gas, so after stopping, I pulled my dress back up and went out to fill up. After the sun had set it got very cool and since wasn't I wearing my jacket the wind was going right through my dress making my sensitive nipples rather hard and turning me on a bit. That's when I had an idea...
Seeing as I didn't see any other cars on the road while I was at the gas station, and since my SUV was blocking the view of the gas station attendant (this tiny little station doesn't have cameras--at least I don't think they do...), I decided to slip of my dress entirely as I finished pumping the gas. So there I stood, under the lights of gas station, surrounded by the dark, closed business around me, naked as the day I was born. I finished pumping and got my receipt (thank goodness for pay at the pump!) and climbed back in to my car to continue my trip home. I finished in just enough time because, just as I shut my car door another car pulled in to the station. I'm not sure if they saw me, but the thought that they might have got me really turned on.
I drove the rest of the way home, naked and rather wet (the fact that one had was on my clit for most of the drive didn't help that situation). When I got there, I collapsed on the couch and started watching the news. I fell asleep during SNL, waking up and dragging myself to bed at abut 2:30.
Since I had nothing else to do today, and I desperately needed to do some chores around the house, I decided today would be a naked day. I started it off with breakfast outside in the sun. The sun felt great on my naked body, but it was still rather cold, so I ate quickly and went back inside. I then cleaned the bathroom, showered, and started vacuuming and dusting the house. Then I put together a new bookshelf that I bought last week and unpacked a couple boxes of books onto it. Wanting feel the sun on my naked body one more time, I decided to go out and grill a steak and a bunch of veggies for dinner, which I am now eating while I check my mail and blog about my day.
Tomorrow I'm spending the day on site with a local customer, so not only do I have to be dressed, but I have to be dressed up. Why can't it be vacation time? I could definitely go for a few more days of nudity.
I don't know what it was--I guess maybe it was the fact that I was just in a sundress--but I was aching to be naked the whole day. As I said yesterday, my new house is a ways outside of the metro area where I work, so the late night drive home took me down some dark and lonely roads. At some point I decided it would be fun to pull down the straps of my dress, exposing my breasts, so I drove essentially topless most of the way home. On the way I needed to stop for gas, so after stopping, I pulled my dress back up and went out to fill up. After the sun had set it got very cool and since wasn't I wearing my jacket the wind was going right through my dress making my sensitive nipples rather hard and turning me on a bit. That's when I had an idea...
Seeing as I didn't see any other cars on the road while I was at the gas station, and since my SUV was blocking the view of the gas station attendant (this tiny little station doesn't have cameras--at least I don't think they do...), I decided to slip of my dress entirely as I finished pumping the gas. So there I stood, under the lights of gas station, surrounded by the dark, closed business around me, naked as the day I was born. I finished pumping and got my receipt (thank goodness for pay at the pump!) and climbed back in to my car to continue my trip home. I finished in just enough time because, just as I shut my car door another car pulled in to the station. I'm not sure if they saw me, but the thought that they might have got me really turned on.
I drove the rest of the way home, naked and rather wet (the fact that one had was on my clit for most of the drive didn't help that situation). When I got there, I collapsed on the couch and started watching the news. I fell asleep during SNL, waking up and dragging myself to bed at abut 2:30.
Since I had nothing else to do today, and I desperately needed to do some chores around the house, I decided today would be a naked day. I started it off with breakfast outside in the sun. The sun felt great on my naked body, but it was still rather cold, so I ate quickly and went back inside. I then cleaned the bathroom, showered, and started vacuuming and dusting the house. Then I put together a new bookshelf that I bought last week and unpacked a couple boxes of books onto it. Wanting feel the sun on my naked body one more time, I decided to go out and grill a steak and a bunch of veggies for dinner, which I am now eating while I check my mail and blog about my day.
Tomorrow I'm spending the day on site with a local customer, so not only do I have to be dressed, but I have to be dressed up. Why can't it be vacation time? I could definitely go for a few more days of nudity.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Working...or trying to...
I am sitting in my office right now, not wanting to do work. It is bright and sunny outside my window, and though it is a bit cool outside, my mind is wandering toward thoughts of laying naked in the sun. Deadlines suck.
I can't believe it has been almost a year since I last posted to this blog. A lot has happened in that year. My roommate and best friend, who I've lived with since freshman year of college, got engaged last summer and moved in with her fiance. Instead of renewing the lease, I decided it was time to get off my butt and went and bought a house. The company I work for also grew quite a bit when we bought out another small software company and I received a pretty big promotion in the process. It has certainly been a busy several months.
So, like I said, I got a promotion. Instead of doing double duty as a developer and sales chick, I am now the director of professional services. That means that I meet with the customers when they are looking to buy our software and I find out their needs. Then I figure out what we'd have to do to make our products work for them. I now have two developers working for me that just do custom enhancements to the software--which is pretty much what I used to do before we created the professional services team.
The only problem with the new job is the deadlines. We work on customers' schedules. Customers usually want to deploy our products as soon after they sign the contract as possible, so it puts a ton of pressure on my team. My guys are both really hard workers, though, and we always come through, even if it means I work on a weekend now and then.
As for the house, I bought a modest three bedroom a-frame a few towns from work. I now have a 45 minute drive in the morning (as compared to my old 5-10 minute drive), but I'm now out in the country (which is where I like to be). My house is built on the side of a hill, with a wonderful view of a lake and the surrounding hills. It is fairly remote, too, so I can be nude outside and I don't have to worry about offending anyone (though, since I bought the place in August, I only had a couple of moths to enjoy that benefit before it got cold). The house is also on a dead-end street, so there isn't much traffic and it is very quiet.
I decided to wear a sundress for the first time since last summer today. As I said, it is still kind of cool (so I put a fleece jacket over it), but all the sun the past few days has really gotten me into the summer mood. As you know if you follow my blog, I hate underwear, so as you might guess, the dress is the only thing I have on at the moment. I'm feeling rather turned on today, too, so having nothing in between my legs is not a very good idea. There is a certain thrill that comes from doing what I am now starting to do while at work. Though I am behind my desk where no one can see, and I am the only one in the office, anyone could walk in a any time.
Well...maybe if I do this it will clear my mind and I'll get some work done afterward...
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