Back from First Friday at the Slap-N-Tickle.
I am surly from a long day, a bad week and an aching foot. I hope the sartorial choices help to make up for the look on my face…
One of the group’s dogs recently had a litter and the Slap-N-Tickle has landed a puppy. When I stopped by there earlier to drop off stuff, I understood that Kismet had forever broken my heart for her sheer and utter spunk and cuteness. Holy… *whew*
But I understand myself and the place I am in my life. I do not have the room or willing commitment for a pet. So, last week, I got the next best thing: a new-to-me fuzzy collar. *squee* This was has an awesome quilted backing and stitched-on pin posts with ‘gawddammit’ backs, so I can move it from jacket to jacket lickety-split.
The necktie was a new-to-me find last week as well. The collar adornment is a re-purposed sweater clip gifted to me from over the holidays. The look in my face tells me I was exhausted. The fact that I forgot collar stays tells me I am off my mark…
Still, I am quite giddy about the over-all. The palette makes me *squee* and the range of tactile pleasures got me petted and stroked by all sorts throughout the evening. Color matching does something inside of my head. Seriously. It isn’t an obsessive thing; not like I can’t leave the studio if it is off… but when something hits another garment dead-on like, say, the deep blue-green of the roundel on the necktie pattern matching identically to the shirt… Yeah, that stuff makes my head swirl with giddiness and delight; something that is oozing into my kink and sexuality these days. This is something that I adore.
Tomorrow is brunch at the Tickle and Saturday-after-First-Friday-that-isn’t-always-First-Saturday-because-somethings-it’s-Second-Saturday…
*whew*
Someone needs to properly name that thing.
*smooch*
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