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.

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!

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!