Posted by caprycorn on Sun 4 Nov 07, 9:02 PM to caprycorn's blog.
So the burning question on everyone's lips - is my hair still purple? And sadly yes it is. So purple in fact that I have had to change my mind on what to wear to the meeting from hell tomorrow. My current favourite dress is a cinnamon coloured angora jumper dress, all soft and strokable but definitely looks rather jazzy when worn with black knee high boots. Except with purple hair, I'd look like a rather unappetising winter salad, all carrot and beetroot.
I think not.
So it's back in black, a black jersey wrap number. It's more of a sweep imperiously type dress, which is fine but sometimes I do like to dress to slightly wrongfoot. Softer colours and fabrics do project a different image which can help if I need to lull someone. The wrap dress is luscious but more severe. I could of course have pulled out the deep crimson dress but that's definitely a statement sort of garment and I will hold that one in reserve until the meeting that's going to be scheduled for after the meeting tomorrow. Oh yes, I won't get rid of the bastards that easily although the end is - thank fuck - in sight.
You know, this weightloss has been a bastard at times, and I still am not a huge fan of the gym. Never will be. If I had the choice, my exercise would be limited to peeling the bar off the chocolate wrapper and bouts of rampant sex, of course fuelled by further chocolate consumption. But the fact that this weight loss and body reshaping may not be major but has given me the confidence to widen my clothes repertoire... I bloody love it.
It's been a family day today. I felt vile yesterday and so didn't make it to the handfasting that Lucky was doing the photos for. I don't know the couple in question and so felt almost going under false pretences in that it was to give our girl a hand as well as to celebrate the union, but even so I would liked to have gone. As it was, I spent the evening hugging a radiator and a hot water bottle as I couldn't get warm. This, after having been running with sweat and storming round the place in a t-shirt saying "God it's HOT!" earlier in the day where everyone else was shivering and flinging on jumpers. So my temperature was definitely all over the place, and when added to feeling "fuzzy" (it's the best description even though it is completely pants) both J and lucky said I should stay home. And unfortunately they were right, which was a bit of a bugger.
(oh and message to those who are intrigued to see a certain series of pictures, something to do with a certain gentleman's jock strap - I've seen them, and the word "startled" probably best describes his expression...)
Herself has done Ms Devi and Mr Loc and their guests proud and I know they will be pleased with the pictures. Forgive the sneak preview, but it was a pleasure to see people looking so happy as they did. And the cake was delicious too, so thank you for that. Sherbet Face ate the piece with the most pink icing and true to form ended up wearing most of it. Her mother's daughter, some would say....
We had fireworks tonight. Fireworks and a special party dinner because it was our own little celebration. The fireworks were fountains and roman candles, sparklers too. Nothing too exotic but beautiful all the same. We had some rockets but we saved those till last. I explained to Sherbet Face that someone had died today, someone we didn't know well but who meant a lot to those who knew her best. So she held my hand as we sent the rockets up for Rochelle.
It's a family evening tonight. We missed herself last night; it's not good when we are apart. I've decided that it's not going to happen again, not when we can do something about it. I've also decided that there will be some more structure to things. It's something that will benefit all of us. She's away from us for a few days with work this coming week, but we will both be at Nem this coming weekend for Sweetiejar's Femme Domme night. Time to start putting it into practice, I think, because it's what all of us want. Definitely the shape of things to come.
