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January
23, 2004
Yay!
It's Friday! Although there might be something wrong
if i'm spending all my weeks waiting for Friday. But
it just seems to be a struggle to get through the
week. i don't know if it's because i truly detest
getting up so early in the morning, or just that i'm
getting old and can't keep the pace anymore.
We've been pretty busy. Back to oil painting class
last night, where my colour deficiency reared it's ugly
head. i spent most of the session trying to mix
something akin to skin tones and the shadows thereof, and
just getting more and more frustrated. Finally i
grabbed a new palette, chose the colours i could actually
"see" and mixed away. Suddenly i was doing
exactly what they were trying to teach me. Both
myself and the teacher had totally forgotten my little
handicap, and the colours she said to use to mix the skin
tone with, didn't make any sense to my eye. When she
saw me start with a different palette and the colours i
HAD chosen, she pulled out another tube of paint labeled
"Indian Red" and i fell in love with
it!
i am determined that one day i'm going to be able to put
on canvas what it is that i see in my head. And in
particular i want to be able to do nudes. i want to
be able to paint long, voluptuous bodies - bodies that are
suggestive of sex - that make people think of sex, but are
classy in their presentation. i think it's
interesting that my taste seems to lie mostly with the
female form. But i really do think that a woman's body is
a wonderful thing.
Okay so a great male butt is a wonderful thing too - but
that would mean convincing Himself to pose naked for me
and i don't think He'll buy into that idea since He's had
TEN layers of clothes on since the first hint of
temperatures below 68F. The only time He's naked now
is the shower and in bed - and the bed has a gazillion
layers of blankets and flannel sheets.
Which leads me to believe that it might not be hot flashes
that i'm having in the middle of the night but more
like suffocation flashes. How does He stand all the
extra weight when i turf off those layers of blankets?
Not much of the outward D/s thing this week (not counting
the two handed serving and such, of course.) It
depresses me when we get so busy that things fall to the
wayside. Even during our dinner with guests this
week, He forgot the daycuffs. He usually tells me to
get them, when it's scene friendly people that are here -
as it's a part of our life that is quite normal to us, and
scene friendly people can appreciate us continuing on with
that. But this time it got overlooked. And i
didn't want to appear like i was pushy.
Bummer.
Ah well - it IS the weekend - and weekends are always
about possibilities. i guess i have a yen ... just
like today's word of the day. Heh.
Gone to terrorize Himself.
 
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