Doctor, Doctor

Ok, so not much to report lately but there are a couple of things I thought I might mention.

Firstly, the new season of Doctor Who has started and I LOVED Clara's outfit in the opening two parter. A cute green dress with white polka dots. Possible new cosplay but there's so many with Clara. I would still love to do the red dress from Asylum of the Daleks. Apparently Jenna Coleman's quit now too so i wonder who my next fashion icon will be.

Doc Martin is also back on TV which for those that have never seen it is a comedy drama about a grumpy doctor in a small Cornish village. There's always a gaggle of teenage girls wandering around in short skirts or tiny shorts wearing lots of coloured bangles and bracelets and feathered earrings and stuff. Oh, to be one of those girls.

Now, after my recent confidence boost I find myself wondering about dressing up for an upcoming disco/70s and 80s night near me. I could get some coloured tights and a tutu and stuff, go a bit Cyndi Lauper. Not sure i would want to walk through town like it thought but who knows, we'll see. I've been a bit down recently especially where work is concerned so it would be great to get a lift.

Why?

As I said last time, there was a photo of me up on a social media site for a while and last week was the first time that I saw some of my friends for a drink and most people took the opportunity to ask me about my TARDIS outfit with question being why the hell I did it. I don't really have an answer beyond "because I thought it would be cool" or just a shrug of my shoulders and nobody pressed me on the issue. I doubt I would ever admit the truth, can't really hear the words coming out of my mouth.

I was asked if I would wear the outfit to another gathering later in the month and I admit I did consider it but first of all I would be a bit wary walking through the town up to the station dressed like that never mind central London. Of course, it does sound quite tempting to me and it might depend on the future circumstances but not this time around. As nice as my friends are, I would just be made fun of all night and the regular jokes would be trotted out (although I have had some compliments about my legs). Although I'm always looking for excuses (I would love to wear a skirt suit to work one day perhaps under the banner of 'for charity') to dress, I don't want it to be like this.