How to be a Man Magnet
Hello, my dears! Have you missed me? I certainly missed you and to be honest part of the reason for my absence was the simple fact that my old (work) computer was on its last legs and I couldn't edit photos any more. Not that I ever post at work or something. Ahem. It's been quite an eventful couple of weeks. Then again, it hasn't really. I guess it's all relative. So, what have I done? Well, the odd business trip, flying visits by some of my favourite faraway-friends, including the Australian, a bit of baking (one pro of the cooler weather), being happy that Pumpkin Spiced Lattes are back at Starbucks and wearing a dirndl dress for the first time EVER in my 42 years last night. I'm the one in the middle in "innocent" pink and baby blue the picture above.
To give you some context, I grew up in a part of Austria, where it is very common to have owned or at least worn a dirndl at some stage of your life. Why? Well, Carinthians pride themselves of being quite musical and singing in a choir is very poplular in the South (me, I can't sing to save my life, ask any of my friends!). If that choir happens to be one specialising in traditional Carinthian songs, you wear a dirnd on stage. Also, if you ever worked as a waitress at fairs or oktoberfest-type events, you will have needed a dirndl. Having fallen into neither of these categories and being the daughter of rather nonconformist parents, I just never had the need to wear a dirndl, neither the desire. As I grew up, I also got to develop a somewhat snobbish attitude, suspecting most people sporting "traditional" outfits of being right-wing. Aaanyway. When one of my colleagues initiated an office outing to Wiener Wiesn, Vienna's answer to Munich's Oktoberfest, I realised that the time had finally come to invest in a dirndl. Besides, you know me and how I jump at any excuse to buy a new dress. Well, this time I decided to be economical and searched on Willhaben, the classifieds portal that I had previously only used as a seller, or rather donator, giving away furniture and random stuff for free. I bought the dirndl above for EUR 35 (!) plus another, more "modern" one in hot pink with a green apron, for EUR 40. Not bad, eh? Both fit me perfectly, so I was really happy with my impulse buys. I also conjured up a nice plaited updo in the office toilet, so really looked the part.
One thing I realised was that many men seem to have a dirndl fetish! No, really. Trust me, in civilian clothes, I am not the type of woman who gets chatted up by men when going out. Maybe I radiate arrogance, maybe I am just not many men's type, but it is a fact. In my new-found "Heidi-mode", not only was I showered with compliments by colleagues, and friends who saw pictures, I was asked to dance by a Canadian tourist who kept telling me I looked "absolutely beautiful" (and he wasn't even THAT drunk) plus made Icelandic (!) friends at Volksgarten where we ended up afterwards, to name just some examples of my sudden pulling power. Let me tell you, I am beginning to understand why these events with "traditional" dress-code are so popular! You'll find me wearing a dirndl for the rest of the year, 'kay!
To give you some context, I grew up in a part of Austria, where it is very common to have owned or at least worn a dirndl at some stage of your life. Why? Well, Carinthians pride themselves of being quite musical and singing in a choir is very poplular in the South (me, I can't sing to save my life, ask any of my friends!). If that choir happens to be one specialising in traditional Carinthian songs, you wear a dirnd on stage. Also, if you ever worked as a waitress at fairs or oktoberfest-type events, you will have needed a dirndl. Having fallen into neither of these categories and being the daughter of rather nonconformist parents, I just never had the need to wear a dirndl, neither the desire. As I grew up, I also got to develop a somewhat snobbish attitude, suspecting most people sporting "traditional" outfits of being right-wing. Aaanyway. When one of my colleagues initiated an office outing to Wiener Wiesn, Vienna's answer to Munich's Oktoberfest, I realised that the time had finally come to invest in a dirndl. Besides, you know me and how I jump at any excuse to buy a new dress. Well, this time I decided to be economical and searched on Willhaben, the classifieds portal that I had previously only used as a seller, or rather donator, giving away furniture and random stuff for free. I bought the dirndl above for EUR 35 (!) plus another, more "modern" one in hot pink with a green apron, for EUR 40. Not bad, eh? Both fit me perfectly, so I was really happy with my impulse buys. I also conjured up a nice plaited updo in the office toilet, so really looked the part.
One thing I realised was that many men seem to have a dirndl fetish! No, really. Trust me, in civilian clothes, I am not the type of woman who gets chatted up by men when going out. Maybe I radiate arrogance, maybe I am just not many men's type, but it is a fact. In my new-found "Heidi-mode", not only was I showered with compliments by colleagues, and friends who saw pictures, I was asked to dance by a Canadian tourist who kept telling me I looked "absolutely beautiful" (and he wasn't even THAT drunk) plus made Icelandic (!) friends at Volksgarten where we ended up afterwards, to name just some examples of my sudden pulling power. Let me tell you, I am beginning to understand why these events with "traditional" dress-code are so popular! You'll find me wearing a dirndl for the rest of the year, 'kay!
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