Our Spring Amber Academy Series is almost over, and soon we’ll be talking about Summer! That means hot weather make-up and new clothes and accessories. But this week, I decided to freestyle. No beauty article or fashion report. Just me on autopilot, gathering up all these random things in my brain and blogging them. So relax with me. Imagine you’re over for coffee and we’re just relaxing on my sofa. Well, I’m in the Pac NW, so maybe not coffee. Maybe we’re drinking super healthy berry and chia seed smoothies and you’re just sitting there all cute and trendy, wondering what the hell chia seeds are and trying to act polite with your Mistress. Whatever.

Real Talk With Mistress…..
Never underestimate the joy of sitting around in your robe. If you don’t have somewhere to go, why not relax? I have a sexy black and pink robe that I absolutely love. Everyone should have some sexy loungewear. And if people call you ‘lazy’ or even allude to that, smack them in the face. Not really. Bail money is expensive. But don’t listen to the haters. People only hate because they know they’re losers.
Have I mentioned yet that I get a monthly make-up delivery? Have you heard of this, sissies and cross dressers? It’s $10 and I get all kinds of new things to try. I love getting fun mail, and it’s a totally affordable way to expand your horizons. There are a bunch of services you can choose from, actually. They send you all kinds of things that you’d never buy on your own but might just blow your mind and become part of your daily routine. Google that crap!
I need to start carrying a small notebook around with me because I’m losing a ton of great ideas that I wouldn’t lose if I were writing them down.
Do not miss out on farmers markets and fruit in season. Go, even if you never have. Stand in crowds and pick out beautiful melons, berries and anything else that looks amazing! There’s something cathartic about it. Feeding yourself well is not a luxury. Make it mandatory to be your best sissy self underneath all that exterior fabulous!
I have never understood that old advice of tying a string around your finger to remember something. Besides sounding like a super hokey practice (and a waste of string), actually how is it supposed to make you remember? It’s not magic string. There is literally zero impact on your memory because you tie string around anything. Just sayin’.
I just bought a mandolin. The kitchen slicer, not the musical instrument. No more expensive potato chips for this Mistress!
Some people are really stressed out right now. You know, the state of the world and all of that. A person can literally make themselves sick with worry and drive themselves bonkers reading everything online. My advice is to avoid political conversations with all people, whether you know them or not. No one really knows what’s actually happening! People are just throwing their ideas around, regurgitating what they hear and most of us don’t know what the hell to make of any of it. I know it’s frustrating. We can stay alert and do our civic duty to write letters and sign petitions and even march, but losing sleep or falling into a depression doesn’t help anyone. Please take care of yourself. Live your best life every day, have the occasional drink, spend some time outside getting exercise and fresh air, watch out for each other and love people. That’s all we can do!
Wrapping Up
So who knows what I’ll be writing about next week. I have no rules, only the ones to myself. So maybe I’ll babble again. Maybe I won’t.
But I’ll be here, so come right back on Wednesday!


I can’t think of a better way to spend the morning than lounging in our robes and chatting about random things…me with my coffee and you with some delicious, healthy concoction! And…Yes! to the farmer’s market! I absolutely love going to my local market and buying locally grown produce. My favorite chef once said that you should never be locked into the ingredients in a recipe…instead, you should buy what looks the best, and is the most fresh, and then incorporate into your favorite meals. Good advice!
Thanks, Miss Sierra!