Back to Life in Germany After 14 magical days in Denmark, we’ve returned home to Germany. Yet, a piece of our hearts remains in Denmark, lingering in the serene landscapes, cozy cottages, and the countless moments of happiness we shared there. As we settle back into our routine, the memories of Denmark still feel vivid, like a warm embrace that carries us through the transition back to daily life. It’s not a goodbye to Denmark - just a “see you soon,” as we’re already dreaming of our next visit to that beautiful land. Coming home after a vacation always feels like stepping back into reality, but this time, it wasn’t as daunting. The Danish landscapes left us with a calmness that still lingers. We reminisced about the windswept beaches, the cozy cafes, and the charming towns that seemed pulled straight from a storybook. Every meal, every sunset, and every laugh is etched in our memories. Denmark has a way of casting a spell that stays with you, and it certainly did with us. A Weekend of

Adventures in Jammerbugt, Windy Walks, and the Rise of the Hanger Dress As we landed in Denmark’s scenic Jammerbugt, we were greeted by a well-known character of Danish autumn: a thick gray sky, low-lying clouds, and temperatures that whisper, “Cozy up, don’t dare dream of 20 degrees!” But I knew what I signed up for. Denmark, in late autumn, isn’t exactly the stuff of summer beach parties — unless you consider a beach party with jackets, woolen scarves, and a constant drizzle part of the fun. The weather report promised us daily rain-free moments, which we optimistically interpreted as permission to brave the outdoors for some hiking and seaside walks. Naturally, that meant I had to think carefully about what to wear. Enter my hanger dress — yes, the very one I swore would never be my go-to choice. Funny how a little gusty weather and sand can make a dress that I once dismissed look like an absolute winner. The Winner is ... the Hanger Dress Day 1: Tight Mini Skirts and the Danish San

A Perfectly Imperfect Vacation in Jammerbugt, Denmark Denmark’s Jammerbugt region welcomed us with its rugged beauty and soul-soothing seaside. The days here have had their ups and downs in terms of weather, but every moment has been memorable. This vacation, filled with cozy beach walks, coastal drives, and little adventures, has been everything we needed to unwind and recharge. And, today, I am feeling like my happiest, truest self - thanks in no small part to the thoughtful surprises from my wife, the unexpected connection at a local nail studio, and a bit of a wardrobe upgrade! My New Hell Bunny Skirt The Ocean’s Embrace: Beach Walks in All Weather We spent so much of our time by the beach, letting the waves and wind work their magic. The waves at Jammerbugt have a way of pulling you into a rhythm with nature, where time feels irrelevant, and every sound of the crashing surf brings calm. I think both of us felt that sense of release with every step we took on the sand. The variety

Bringing Vintage Beauty into Today’s Fashion The memory of the 1950s lingers like a dreamy waltz, a decade draped in elegance, when petticoats were not simply an accessory but a vital piece of every woman’s wardrobe. Imagine it: satin and organza layers swirling with each step, skirts held in perfect bell shapes by the frothy fabrics beneath, the soft rustle of fabric announcing presence long before one even entered a room. It was a time of charm and polished beauty, when a woman in a petticoat could evoke admiration in the simplest of gestures - twirling a skirt, glancing back over her shoulder, catching her reflection in a shop window. Petticoats were a small but profound symbol of glamour, a whisper of sophistication that every woman could carry with her. Today, this graceful garment seems like a relic from another time, rarely seen outside vintage enthusiasts or special occasions like weddings, where tulle and chiffon get to revel in the spotlight once more. But for a few of us, we

A Day Trip Through History, Style, and Family Traditions Today is an adventure day! We’re setting out on a day trip to Aalborg, and I can hardly contain my excitement. Our itinerary includes exploring the vibrant streets of this Danish city and diving deep into history with a visit to Lindholm Høje, the Viking museum just outside of town. Aalborg has an incredible blend of old-world charm and modern flair, making it the perfect destination for a day full of new sights, flavors, and stories. And, of course, I'm dressed for the occasion in a way that blends comfort, style, and a little nod to family tradition. Starting with a Bit of History at Lindholm Høje Our first stop on this journey is Lindholm Høje, a site that feels almost otherworldly with its preserved Viking burial grounds and scenic views overlooking the Limfjord. This place isn’t just any museum; it’s a walk through history that really brings the Viking age to life. Set high on a hill, the location itself feels like a ste

A Cozy, Rainy Start to Our Annual Getaway Greetings from rainy Denmark! We made it, after what felt like an endless journey, to our little haven in the Danish countryside for our yearly two-week escape. We’re settled in a cozy holiday house, nestled near the peaceful town of Fjerritslev in the Jammerbugt region. Though the long drive left us exhausted, there's an undeniable charm about this area that almost makes you forget the miles and hours that brought you here. Here we’re surrounded by everything that defines a true Danish escape: sprawling green fields, dramatic coastlines, and that uniquely quiet Scandinavian atmosphere. Our holiday home is everything we could hope for: warm and inviting, with large windows that let in the soft, cool morning light. This morning, though, was extra special. A gentle drizzle greeted us, coating the landscape in a cool, misty haze. The early chill called for something extra, so I fired up the little stone fireplace in the corner of the room. Wat

A Surprising Conversation About Feminization and Friendship It was one of those rare days when the stars aligned, and after ten years, I was about to reunite with an old friend - my colleague, my partner in work mischief from back in the day, Sophia. We hadn’t seen each other since she took off to work abroad, chasing her dream of exploring the world and new cultures. And I? Well, when she left, I was still figuring things out—personally, professionally, and ... everything in between. In fact, I had just started on a journey I didn’t even know would take me where I am today. When Sophia left, my only “visible sign” of change was a single pair of newly pierced ears. Oh, how much had changed since then. Now, as I was about to see her, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and smiled. Triple-pierced ears, a small golden stud in my nostril, a delicate septum ring, and a softer, more feminine appearance overall. My reflection gave a hint at how far I’d come - but I wasn’t sure how much

Reflecting on Two Weeks of Fun, Laughter, and Cozy Moments As I sit down to write this, the house is still quiet. My wife and our friend are fast asleep, enjoying the last moments of rest before our final day together begins. It’s a peaceful Sunday morning, and as the early bird in the house, I decided to take advantage of the stillness, slipping out of bed quietly to head to the Sunday bakery. There’s something about the smell of fresh buns from the oven that feels like the perfect way to start today - a day that’s both joyful and bittersweet. On My Way to a Sunday Bakery The last two weeks have been nothing short of magical. It’s hard to believe how quickly the time has flown, filled with moments that will stay with us for a long time to come. We’ve had so much fun together, from exploring the rich history of nearby towns to spending lazy, cozy days at home, enjoying the warmth of each other’s company. These two weeks have been a beautiful mix of adventure and rest, laughter and quie

Exploring My Relationship with the Term "Crossdresser" The term crossdresser is one that I have a deeply ambivalent relationship with. At times, it rolls off my back without much thought, but at other moments, I find myself feeling irritated, frustrated, and even offended by it. The discomfort it brings me isn't just about semantics or political correctness; it strikes at the core of how I see myself, my identity, and how I wish the world understood me. For some, the term might feel neutral, or even affirming. It could offer a kind of identity label that helps others describe a part of themselves, especially within a society that loves categories and labels. But for me, it feels much more complicated than that. I don’t crossdress - I simply dress as myself . I wear clothes that reflect how I feel inside, and for some reason, this basic act of self-expression is considered "crossing" some invisible line. But why? And whose line am I crossing, anyway? This inner