I’ve recently come back from my second holiday in as many months.
It’s not as glamorous as it sounds though – we went for a 5 day break to my old stomping ground in South Wales back in August, which was combined with a work meeting for J, and us visiting some of my family, but we did get a few days to ourselves.
And a couple of weeks ago we went off to Ireland. My first visit to the Emerald Isle, and we had a good time. We were about an hour south of Dublin, staying in a sweet (and tiny) little cottage. The weather started off a bit rainy, but brightened up later in the week and we got a few very nice days towards the end of the week we were there.
I was asked by an e-mail friends what my favourite moment and favourite sexual moment of my holiday was, and these are generally the answers.
We spent one afternoon at a lovely beach; we just walked up and down it in the water as the tide was just starting to come in, and we let my two dogs have a run around and explore. That was possibly my favourite highlight of the trip. It’s just something that’s nice to do when the weather is nice, and something that is a bit of a rarity to get the opportunity to do, and I always love to see my dogs running around with big smiles on their faces and their tongues flapping wildly in the wind, just enjoying themselves. I really do love my dogs, so nothing makes me happier than to see them having a great time.
We also had a few nice meals out in some quaint Irish pubs, drove around a bit and saw lots of countryside and went to a few touristy places, such as Bru na Boinne, and even Dublin Zoo.
It wasn’t a holiday where sex was a top priority – it was more a relaxing escape from the hectic city life. Not that we didn’t have sex, but we didn’t do anything overly special or outrageous. Especially as we had the dogs in the car with us when we went out most of the time, and the cottage was very small to have any true alone time. No mad passion on the floor unless you wanted the dogs to add their unwanted licks to the occasion or hear them whine at the door if you locked them out of the room!! I took a few sexy undergarments with me to set the right mood in the bedroom though, and we had a little play on the grassy bank in the garden one early evening – some kissing and some fondling, and the loosening or removal of a few items of clothing, and he got a long, slow, tantalising blow job out there. That was probably the sexual highlight in an "out of the ordinary" type of way, but generally I just enjoyed the time we got to spend making love in bed, away from the normality of home, and without any neighbours to worry about disturbing!
But we had a very nice time, and a fairly relaxing time, although you forget about that fairly quickly when you get home!
I hope everybody reading this is well, and hopefully you’ve enjoyed some good holidays this year too! And hopefully my blogging will resume a more frequent schedule in the coming months.
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Embarrassment and Humiliation...
Hello everybody - long time no blog!!
In some recent e-mail exchanges I’ve had, I’ve been discussing the topic of embarrassment and/or humiliation, in particular relating to slutty attire and make up, such as short skirts, revealing outfits, high heels, and slutty make-up etc. I was asked how embarrassed I was being requested to wear slutty outfits or overly revealing clothes in public. As my answer ended up being a long-winded affair that was worthy of a blog entry, and as I haven’t posted a blog entry for a while, I thought I would edit/expand my answer a bit, and post it on here for all to read… so here it is…
To answer that I need to give a bit of a back story.
I wouldn’t go as far as saying my “normal” unaided attire was “slutty”, but I’ve never been one for ankle length skirts and high necked jumpers. I’ve worn high heels on a regular basis since I was about 19 (I’m 25 now), probably starting off with 3-4” heels, then moving up to the 4” heel being the standard, and now with J’s pushing, I’m more at 4-5” heels. I probably wear 5” heels at least 2-3 days a week nowadays. I also have two pairs of 6” heels, which are worn much more sporadically and are definitely “special occasion” shoes.
As for skirts – most of my skirts are above the knee, many being a good few inches above the knee, so short skirts aren’t new to me. I have no problem showing a bit of cleavage and I never have. And I’m also an avid stocking wearer, which is a rarity today, especially in the twenty-something generation. I started wearing stockings very occasionally at about 18-19 when I first dipped my toes into the D/s waters, and it grew from there. I enjoyed the sexiness and classiness I felt in them, any Dom boyfriends I had encouraged it, online D/s chatting encouraged it, just regular guys and boyfriends liked it too, so it just grew and grew until I wore them at least 3-4 days a week. Since meeting J it has grown even further to the point where he threw away the few pairs of tights (pantyhose) I still had left, and now I either wear stockings, or go bare-legged.
The point of this back story is that with most of the clothes I wear there is a good chance I would have chosen them myself even if I hadn’t been told to wear them. Especially as my boundaries have lowered even further since meeting J. Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen them two years ago, as early in our relationship when the D/s aspect was really taking shape, he set stricter rules for my clothing – so I’d wear clothes that I felt were too revealing for work, or for going out or whatever the case may have been. This is something that did cause me embarrassment and humiliation at the time. I remember a few times I cried in my car on the way to work or some other fairly conservative event, as I sat there wondering what people would think about me with my cleavage on display, a short skirt that I had to keep yanking on to keep my stocking tops covered when sitting down, and extra high heels that just accentuated my legs and how short my skirt was. That started off as total embarrassment until I really embraced the fact that I actually looked quite sexy, and started to enjoy the attention a bit more, and found out that with the right positive attitude, people accept you for the person you are, no matter how short your skirt is!
So I’ve developed to the point where what used to be humiliating isn’t anymore. But that doesn’t take anything away from it – you could say J has had a hand in moulding me into what he wanted his subslut to be, and you can definitely say that what once was humiliation and embarrassment, is now “control”, which is overall a more satisfying, loving, and trusting point to be at in a relationship.
I don’t dress like that everyday though, we’ve found that it would take the specialness away from it and take the excitement out of it. Occasionally I’ll do a full week of it, but generally we downplay it – I may wear more conservative outfits for most of the week, or just add a “touch of slut” as we like to call it; such as a knee length skirt with a split, a tight figure hugging top, with stockings, sexy underwear, and 5” heels. Then when I go sluttier for that 1 or 2 days, it has a bigger impact.
It also doesn’t mean that the attempts to embarrass me have stopped – he just has to try harder and push me further to get the same results. It’s still a little embarrassing to get the stares and glares, but you get used to them, and then for him to keep that same embarrassment for that odd day out here and there, maybe an evening out, a shopping trip, or the weekly supermarket trip, the skirt gets shorter (perhaps struggling to cover the stocking tops), the heels get higher (6” perhaps), the top becomes more revealing, items of underwear may disappear, or the stockings become a bit more eye-catching. I still have issues wearing seamed stockings with very short skirts, so he keeps going back to that one for embarrassment purposes. Seamed fishnets are even more slutty, so too are black stockings with a red seam. I have bright pink stockings that cause extra looks in my direction, and the most embarrassing stockings I can wear are light coloured ones with a darker seam, such as “natural” stockings with a black contrast seam. I still get very embarrassed from the attention I get from those, even with a knee length skirt, so imagine the added embarrassment of wearing them with a shorter skirt!
And there’s make-up – that is still a boundary for me. I prefer minimal make-up in natural colours. So the bright red lips, finger nails and toe nails that J likes still gets to me. Add in heavier blusher (or rouge as I think a lot of countries in the world call it), eye shadow, and eye-liner, and that really makes me look slutty and embarrasses me. I like to look “gorgeous”, “stunning”, “fuckable”, but I don’t want to be looked at like a cheap slut. That is how you really embarrass me.
So there are definitely still ways to embarrass me in public! And we can’t forget the sluttiness of colour co-ordinating either – an all black outfit, with bright red shoes is a simple example of getting extra sluttiness out of an outfit and turning more peoples heads.
And not forgetting, the biggest challenge of all in these “embarrassment tasks” is of course hiding your embarrassment. If I’m out with Master J, the last thing I want is to look like I’m really embarrassed and uncomfortable, thus possibly giving people a poor impression of him from seeing him out with somebody who is seemingly shy, unconfident and uncomfortable, or having people look down on him/us and our chosen lifestyle by having it a little too in your face, or even, God forbid, have people become confrontational if it looks like I’m being forced to do things against my will. It is the downside of public tasks – I don’t want to portray a detrimental society to the younger generation. I won’t even swear within earshot of children as I don’t want them to pick any bad habits from me. I want to show younger girls how to be confident and feel sexy in themselves, being who they are. I don’t want to show them that they have to be something they’re not to please society. That’s just my obscure view of the world anyway!
I hope this “cobbled together” blog has been enjoyable to you, my loyal and appreciated readers.
As usual, all feedback, comments, and questions are always welcome – you can comment on these blog pages, or you can e-mail me/us direct on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk (as always, e-mails with the word “master” anywhere in the subject box will go to my kind and loving Master J, and I won’t read them, otherwise more often than now I will read and reply. I do reply to all e-mails as quickly as possible – in busier times or when I get lots of e-mails, it may take a week or two though, so I apologise in advance (or in retrospect to anybody who has e-mailed me recently who hasn’t got a reply yet) for my tardiness.
Love
Blogslut xx
In some recent e-mail exchanges I’ve had, I’ve been discussing the topic of embarrassment and/or humiliation, in particular relating to slutty attire and make up, such as short skirts, revealing outfits, high heels, and slutty make-up etc. I was asked how embarrassed I was being requested to wear slutty outfits or overly revealing clothes in public. As my answer ended up being a long-winded affair that was worthy of a blog entry, and as I haven’t posted a blog entry for a while, I thought I would edit/expand my answer a bit, and post it on here for all to read… so here it is…
To answer that I need to give a bit of a back story.
I wouldn’t go as far as saying my “normal” unaided attire was “slutty”, but I’ve never been one for ankle length skirts and high necked jumpers. I’ve worn high heels on a regular basis since I was about 19 (I’m 25 now), probably starting off with 3-4” heels, then moving up to the 4” heel being the standard, and now with J’s pushing, I’m more at 4-5” heels. I probably wear 5” heels at least 2-3 days a week nowadays. I also have two pairs of 6” heels, which are worn much more sporadically and are definitely “special occasion” shoes.
As for skirts – most of my skirts are above the knee, many being a good few inches above the knee, so short skirts aren’t new to me. I have no problem showing a bit of cleavage and I never have. And I’m also an avid stocking wearer, which is a rarity today, especially in the twenty-something generation. I started wearing stockings very occasionally at about 18-19 when I first dipped my toes into the D/s waters, and it grew from there. I enjoyed the sexiness and classiness I felt in them, any Dom boyfriends I had encouraged it, online D/s chatting encouraged it, just regular guys and boyfriends liked it too, so it just grew and grew until I wore them at least 3-4 days a week. Since meeting J it has grown even further to the point where he threw away the few pairs of tights (pantyhose) I still had left, and now I either wear stockings, or go bare-legged.
The point of this back story is that with most of the clothes I wear there is a good chance I would have chosen them myself even if I hadn’t been told to wear them. Especially as my boundaries have lowered even further since meeting J. Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen them two years ago, as early in our relationship when the D/s aspect was really taking shape, he set stricter rules for my clothing – so I’d wear clothes that I felt were too revealing for work, or for going out or whatever the case may have been. This is something that did cause me embarrassment and humiliation at the time. I remember a few times I cried in my car on the way to work or some other fairly conservative event, as I sat there wondering what people would think about me with my cleavage on display, a short skirt that I had to keep yanking on to keep my stocking tops covered when sitting down, and extra high heels that just accentuated my legs and how short my skirt was. That started off as total embarrassment until I really embraced the fact that I actually looked quite sexy, and started to enjoy the attention a bit more, and found out that with the right positive attitude, people accept you for the person you are, no matter how short your skirt is!
So I’ve developed to the point where what used to be humiliating isn’t anymore. But that doesn’t take anything away from it – you could say J has had a hand in moulding me into what he wanted his subslut to be, and you can definitely say that what once was humiliation and embarrassment, is now “control”, which is overall a more satisfying, loving, and trusting point to be at in a relationship.
I don’t dress like that everyday though, we’ve found that it would take the specialness away from it and take the excitement out of it. Occasionally I’ll do a full week of it, but generally we downplay it – I may wear more conservative outfits for most of the week, or just add a “touch of slut” as we like to call it; such as a knee length skirt with a split, a tight figure hugging top, with stockings, sexy underwear, and 5” heels. Then when I go sluttier for that 1 or 2 days, it has a bigger impact.
It also doesn’t mean that the attempts to embarrass me have stopped – he just has to try harder and push me further to get the same results. It’s still a little embarrassing to get the stares and glares, but you get used to them, and then for him to keep that same embarrassment for that odd day out here and there, maybe an evening out, a shopping trip, or the weekly supermarket trip, the skirt gets shorter (perhaps struggling to cover the stocking tops), the heels get higher (6” perhaps), the top becomes more revealing, items of underwear may disappear, or the stockings become a bit more eye-catching. I still have issues wearing seamed stockings with very short skirts, so he keeps going back to that one for embarrassment purposes. Seamed fishnets are even more slutty, so too are black stockings with a red seam. I have bright pink stockings that cause extra looks in my direction, and the most embarrassing stockings I can wear are light coloured ones with a darker seam, such as “natural” stockings with a black contrast seam. I still get very embarrassed from the attention I get from those, even with a knee length skirt, so imagine the added embarrassment of wearing them with a shorter skirt!
And there’s make-up – that is still a boundary for me. I prefer minimal make-up in natural colours. So the bright red lips, finger nails and toe nails that J likes still gets to me. Add in heavier blusher (or rouge as I think a lot of countries in the world call it), eye shadow, and eye-liner, and that really makes me look slutty and embarrasses me. I like to look “gorgeous”, “stunning”, “fuckable”, but I don’t want to be looked at like a cheap slut. That is how you really embarrass me.
So there are definitely still ways to embarrass me in public! And we can’t forget the sluttiness of colour co-ordinating either – an all black outfit, with bright red shoes is a simple example of getting extra sluttiness out of an outfit and turning more peoples heads.
And not forgetting, the biggest challenge of all in these “embarrassment tasks” is of course hiding your embarrassment. If I’m out with Master J, the last thing I want is to look like I’m really embarrassed and uncomfortable, thus possibly giving people a poor impression of him from seeing him out with somebody who is seemingly shy, unconfident and uncomfortable, or having people look down on him/us and our chosen lifestyle by having it a little too in your face, or even, God forbid, have people become confrontational if it looks like I’m being forced to do things against my will. It is the downside of public tasks – I don’t want to portray a detrimental society to the younger generation. I won’t even swear within earshot of children as I don’t want them to pick any bad habits from me. I want to show younger girls how to be confident and feel sexy in themselves, being who they are. I don’t want to show them that they have to be something they’re not to please society. That’s just my obscure view of the world anyway!
I hope this “cobbled together” blog has been enjoyable to you, my loyal and appreciated readers.
As usual, all feedback, comments, and questions are always welcome – you can comment on these blog pages, or you can e-mail me/us direct on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk (as always, e-mails with the word “master” anywhere in the subject box will go to my kind and loving Master J, and I won’t read them, otherwise more often than now I will read and reply. I do reply to all e-mails as quickly as possible – in busier times or when I get lots of e-mails, it may take a week or two though, so I apologise in advance (or in retrospect to anybody who has e-mailed me recently who hasn’t got a reply yet) for my tardiness.
Love
Blogslut xx
Thursday, 12 June 2008
The Promiscuous Reputation
Over the years, in various places, I have been known to garnish a reputation of promiscuity – aka, people think I’m a slut! Part of me doesn’t mind the reputation, after all, what does it matter what other people think of me? The other part of me has always hated the reputation though, more so on the basis that I don’t believe it to be true!! I guess I could probably take it if it were true, but like I said, part of me hates the fact people may think of me like that when it isn’t true.
Am I “sexually adventurous”? Yes, very much so, I’ll try anything at least once. Does that make me a slut? Okay, a little bit yes on that one, but in the good way (a bedroom go getter), not the bad way, and it certainly doesn’t make me promiscuous, which is the common association with slutiness.
Am I a bit of a flirt and a tease? More than a bit most probably, but yes, I very much am. But once again, even with all the slutty connotations that go with that, one of those connotations ISN’T promiscuity.
So how do all these promiscuous rumours start?
I’m in a relationship with a guy, I show a willingness to give, and a skill at giving, blow jobs. He tells his friend of this. This friend tells another friend that I’m a slut.
I’m in another relationship with a different guy, we try anal sex. He tells his friend of this. This friend tells another friend that I’m a slut.
Like I said, all of that makes me sexually adventurous, it doesn’t necessarily make me a slut, and it certainly doesn’t make me promiscuous, which is what people think when they hear the word slut.
In my entire life, I’ve had full sex with 19 guys. A high number for a 25 year old? Perhaps you could say that, but I don’t think so in this day and age!
And I can honestly say that 15 of these have officially had boyfriend status by the time they got into my underwear, and kept boyfriend status for at least a while afterwards as well. Only 2 can be categorized in the “one night stand” section of my conquest book. 1 was a multiple partner experience with a previous Dom boyfriend (yes, I know that doesn’t help the “I’m not a slut” argument!), and the final 1 to take me up to that figure of 19, well… that one was complicated!!
So as you can see this certainly disproves any theory of me being a slut who jumps from one guys bed to the next. But I’ll be the first to admit that it fully proves that I did have a tendancy to jump from one relationship to another, and although I had some degree of feelings for each of my boyfriends, some were well short of love.
So if you want to jump into bed with me and never see me again, the answer is a big NO!
But if you want to go to dinner and a movie with me on a regular basis for a couple of months or more and see what feelings develop, then sure, I’ll have sex with you!
So I've come to the conclusion, based on the connotations of promiscuity that people get from the word "slut", then I’m not a sex slut, I’m a relationship slut!!
Am I “sexually adventurous”? Yes, very much so, I’ll try anything at least once. Does that make me a slut? Okay, a little bit yes on that one, but in the good way (a bedroom go getter), not the bad way, and it certainly doesn’t make me promiscuous, which is the common association with slutiness.
Am I a bit of a flirt and a tease? More than a bit most probably, but yes, I very much am. But once again, even with all the slutty connotations that go with that, one of those connotations ISN’T promiscuity.
So how do all these promiscuous rumours start?
I’m in a relationship with a guy, I show a willingness to give, and a skill at giving, blow jobs. He tells his friend of this. This friend tells another friend that I’m a slut.
I’m in another relationship with a different guy, we try anal sex. He tells his friend of this. This friend tells another friend that I’m a slut.
Like I said, all of that makes me sexually adventurous, it doesn’t necessarily make me a slut, and it certainly doesn’t make me promiscuous, which is what people think when they hear the word slut.
In my entire life, I’ve had full sex with 19 guys. A high number for a 25 year old? Perhaps you could say that, but I don’t think so in this day and age!
And I can honestly say that 15 of these have officially had boyfriend status by the time they got into my underwear, and kept boyfriend status for at least a while afterwards as well. Only 2 can be categorized in the “one night stand” section of my conquest book. 1 was a multiple partner experience with a previous Dom boyfriend (yes, I know that doesn’t help the “I’m not a slut” argument!), and the final 1 to take me up to that figure of 19, well… that one was complicated!!
So as you can see this certainly disproves any theory of me being a slut who jumps from one guys bed to the next. But I’ll be the first to admit that it fully proves that I did have a tendancy to jump from one relationship to another, and although I had some degree of feelings for each of my boyfriends, some were well short of love.
So if you want to jump into bed with me and never see me again, the answer is a big NO!
But if you want to go to dinner and a movie with me on a regular basis for a couple of months or more and see what feelings develop, then sure, I’ll have sex with you!
So I've come to the conclusion, based on the connotations of promiscuity that people get from the word "slut", then I’m not a sex slut, I’m a relationship slut!!
Monday, 19 May 2008
The jog-blog
This is a bit off topic from my regular posts, but it’s something I felt like sharing, just because it was on my mind.
I’ve recently taken up jogging.
And I’m loving it - the freedom of it just being me and the road is an amazing experience.
I’ve taken it up because I can’t get to my gym as often anymore as I moved further away from it, and I’m still within my contract period, so can’t get out of it to go somewhere else just yet.
And that’s quite a big deal for me – I’m quite the gym bunny. Not “all that I think about, go there every night” type of gym bunny, but the kind that enjoys hitting the treadmill, the exercise bikes, or taking a class or two a couple of times a week to just burn off the week and de-stress myself a little bit.
Anybody who knows me away from the tinterweb world or the bdsm world knows how important that is for me. To keep my body in shape, look after myself, feel healthy and vibrant and be happy in myself. It’s part of what makes me, me!
I was building up my jogging days, when I started 6 weeks ago I only went once a week. But now, last week I hit the streets on three mornings out of seven, for 4 miles each time
I’m shocked by my discipline and how quickly I’ve taken to it, I’m not a big morning person, but I’ve been up at about 5 a.m. every time and out the house before half five every time. And it’s been refreshing. I thought I’d be tired and not want to do it, if I were taking a bet on myself back 6 weeks ago when I started, I would have betted that I’d not make it through the month.
But I’ve proved myself wrong, I’m still going strong, and have really started to develop a love for it. Is love too strong a word? Mutual non-hate maybe? lol
It's certainly a good stress reliever anyway, after a jog and a shower, I feel so much better about starting a brand new day.I even took one of my dogs with me one time last week. I’m not sure she enjoyed it that much, but she didn’t mind it either. She enjoys running with her long lanky legs, but it was a struggle for us to find a pace we could both agree on, I wanted to go quite slowly, she decided she wanted to sprint and then stop, sprint and then stop, sprint and then stop.
She’s still a puppy for all intents and purposes though, so I thought it would be a good exercise for her to practice her loose-lead walking/cantering (or walking to heel as it is sometimes known) – which she’s been struggling with so far.
Anyway, it went okay, but I don’t think it will be a regular activity that she’ll be joining mommy on!! She’s just not disciplined enough to stick to my 7 minute mile targets!! Instead she chooses to stop for pee-breaks, or shrubbery sniffing distractions, or decides to turn around and try and run the opposite way to follow a random stranger that happens to be passing.
I will teach her discipline and focus, I will, I will, I will… or at least I will try!!
2009 London Marathon – here I come… perhaps!! Lol :-)
I’ve recently taken up jogging.
And I’m loving it - the freedom of it just being me and the road is an amazing experience.
I’ve taken it up because I can’t get to my gym as often anymore as I moved further away from it, and I’m still within my contract period, so can’t get out of it to go somewhere else just yet.
And that’s quite a big deal for me – I’m quite the gym bunny. Not “all that I think about, go there every night” type of gym bunny, but the kind that enjoys hitting the treadmill, the exercise bikes, or taking a class or two a couple of times a week to just burn off the week and de-stress myself a little bit.
Anybody who knows me away from the tinterweb world or the bdsm world knows how important that is for me. To keep my body in shape, look after myself, feel healthy and vibrant and be happy in myself. It’s part of what makes me, me!
I was building up my jogging days, when I started 6 weeks ago I only went once a week. But now, last week I hit the streets on three mornings out of seven, for 4 miles each time
I’m shocked by my discipline and how quickly I’ve taken to it, I’m not a big morning person, but I’ve been up at about 5 a.m. every time and out the house before half five every time. And it’s been refreshing. I thought I’d be tired and not want to do it, if I were taking a bet on myself back 6 weeks ago when I started, I would have betted that I’d not make it through the month.
But I’ve proved myself wrong, I’m still going strong, and have really started to develop a love for it. Is love too strong a word? Mutual non-hate maybe? lol
It's certainly a good stress reliever anyway, after a jog and a shower, I feel so much better about starting a brand new day.I even took one of my dogs with me one time last week. I’m not sure she enjoyed it that much, but she didn’t mind it either. She enjoys running with her long lanky legs, but it was a struggle for us to find a pace we could both agree on, I wanted to go quite slowly, she decided she wanted to sprint and then stop, sprint and then stop, sprint and then stop.
She’s still a puppy for all intents and purposes though, so I thought it would be a good exercise for her to practice her loose-lead walking/cantering (or walking to heel as it is sometimes known) – which she’s been struggling with so far.
Anyway, it went okay, but I don’t think it will be a regular activity that she’ll be joining mommy on!! She’s just not disciplined enough to stick to my 7 minute mile targets!! Instead she chooses to stop for pee-breaks, or shrubbery sniffing distractions, or decides to turn around and try and run the opposite way to follow a random stranger that happens to be passing.
I will teach her discipline and focus, I will, I will, I will… or at least I will try!!
2009 London Marathon – here I come… perhaps!! Lol :-)
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
The driving license pic..
I’m pretty happy today.
This morning I got my new drivers licence in the post – back from my former hometown people at the dvla.
I’ve been driving for a few years now, so I’m not excited because I get to drive now. I’m just excited that I finally got to change my license pic, and it doesn’t look horrible… in fact, I look pretty damn good on it!!
For those not in the UK, or for those who just don’t know about UK driving licences – we have a photocard license with our pic on, and our name and address, date of birth, and driving allowances/disallowances details.
Previously, the pic on my license was still the picture I had taken for my provisional (learners permit) license, which I originally got when I was 18. As every so often I’d have to change some details, or upgrade it to my full license, but I just kept the same picture.
I wouldn’t say it was a horrible picture, in fact when I first had it done I thought it was quite good. But I quickly realised it wasn’t. Maybe that morning several years ago after a heavy night on the town wasn’t the best time to go to the photo-booth, but it was the moment I chose nevertheless. Especially when my license came through and what was a pretty bad picture became a REALLY bad picture after scanning and processing, or whatever the dvla did to it… perhaps replaced it with the picture of somebody less attractive??
Well, anyway, after years of a bad license pic, I finally got around to sending them a new one. I had to send my license off to them anyway to get my address changed after my recent move, so I took the opportunity to pay the extra fee and get them to change my picture.
And it was a really good picture. It took me five photo booth attempts, and hours of practicing my smile in the mirror, so I wouldn’t look like a non-smiling misery guts, but at the same time wouldn’t look like I’d swallowed a bottle of happy pills and end up with a picture that is more smile than face. But I got there in the end, my hair was practically perfect, my make-up was just right, and I got the all important shot I was after.
But I still worried. After the dvla got their mits on it, and scanned and processed it – or replaced it with the picture of someone slightly less attractive – what would it turn out like.
I finally found out today, and I can breathe a sigh of relief. It was pretty good. Not quite as good as it looked a few weeks ago, fresh out of the photo booth printing machine, but definitely something I can brandish as ID without hiding my head in shame!
And yes – I know I’m sooo vain!! Lol :-)
This morning I got my new drivers licence in the post – back from my former hometown people at the dvla.
I’ve been driving for a few years now, so I’m not excited because I get to drive now. I’m just excited that I finally got to change my license pic, and it doesn’t look horrible… in fact, I look pretty damn good on it!!
For those not in the UK, or for those who just don’t know about UK driving licences – we have a photocard license with our pic on, and our name and address, date of birth, and driving allowances/disallowances details.
Previously, the pic on my license was still the picture I had taken for my provisional (learners permit) license, which I originally got when I was 18. As every so often I’d have to change some details, or upgrade it to my full license, but I just kept the same picture.
I wouldn’t say it was a horrible picture, in fact when I first had it done I thought it was quite good. But I quickly realised it wasn’t. Maybe that morning several years ago after a heavy night on the town wasn’t the best time to go to the photo-booth, but it was the moment I chose nevertheless. Especially when my license came through and what was a pretty bad picture became a REALLY bad picture after scanning and processing, or whatever the dvla did to it… perhaps replaced it with the picture of somebody less attractive??
Well, anyway, after years of a bad license pic, I finally got around to sending them a new one. I had to send my license off to them anyway to get my address changed after my recent move, so I took the opportunity to pay the extra fee and get them to change my picture.
And it was a really good picture. It took me five photo booth attempts, and hours of practicing my smile in the mirror, so I wouldn’t look like a non-smiling misery guts, but at the same time wouldn’t look like I’d swallowed a bottle of happy pills and end up with a picture that is more smile than face. But I got there in the end, my hair was practically perfect, my make-up was just right, and I got the all important shot I was after.
But I still worried. After the dvla got their mits on it, and scanned and processed it – or replaced it with the picture of someone slightly less attractive – what would it turn out like.
I finally found out today, and I can breathe a sigh of relief. It was pretty good. Not quite as good as it looked a few weeks ago, fresh out of the photo booth printing machine, but definitely something I can brandish as ID without hiding my head in shame!
And yes – I know I’m sooo vain!! Lol :-)
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