Waiting

Sometimes, I wait a long time. I have time to look down the line of my body and to find what I see appealing. But when the daylight is streaming through our open blinds, filtered slightly by the curtains... that is when the visuals reach their maximum appeal.

For me, anyway. Your mileage may vary.

When do you find yourself most provocative?

Flogger Friday 10-12-2012

Yep, so here I'm starting my very own weekly post wherein I feature my favorite flogger of the week along with a little story.

I spent last night and today making this:

I met the lovely Shelby Cross for lunch yesterday, because I am fortunate enough to be in her vicinity. On our parting, she mentioned she likes red - and black. As fate would have it, when I got home that evening I found my order of dye waiting on the steps. While I didn't make this for her, because I quoted her a price that counted on far, far less work than this entailed, she did very much inspire it. Even though I don't like red so much - I'm a blue and purple sort of girl - I'm very, very proud of how well it's turned out. If I could I would show it to everyone I meet.

Only now I've burned out all my creativity and have no idea what to call this beauty. Suggestions from the crowd are welcome. 

Have a fantastic weekend, everyone, and may all your flogging dreams come true!

Browsing the wares HNT

Caution: This post contains images that will incite flogger envy.

As my husband ran our gorgeous flogger over my body, he said "I should get a new flogger."

I sputtered. "You should get one??"

"Well, you should make me one then."

More sputtering from me. "I.. I.. make them every day! I told you if you ever wanted one, all you had to do was say 'I want that one!' I show them all to you, you say 'Very nice, love,' and then give them back to me." I presented him with a pout.

At any given moment, there is a selection of floggers in our closet that have not been listed for sale. I make them faster than I have time to photograph and list them all properly. Yesterday, when he asked the question, there were four.

"That was a long time ago! The ones you make now are so nice... Well, then, let me go look at the ones you have now," he said. We went to the closet, mostly naked. I moved all the ones that were listed to a separate hanger and handed him the hanger with the available ones on it. After extensive debate, he wound up selecting the (amazingly beautiful) one I made yesterday, and placing an "order" for a mini one to match the one we already have.

Something came over me

I did something a little odd today.

I sat down and I made a flogger. That in itself isn't odd; I do that most days - you should see my closet. However, this time, I had no grand ideas of what was going to happen, but it turned into an all-day project. I was thrilled with the beauty of the result (subjective, I know) and then I realized "Wait. No one's going to WANT this but me..."

And what do I need with a thirteenth flogger, anyway?

Such are the hazards of being creative. 

Some things are just too pretty to not be created.

Free time

I have none.

But with family time ratcheted up a bit, there's lots of idle hand time, with a munchkin who isn't paying attention to what I'm really doing. So I've put my hands to work while we watch movies.

This one is actually for sale.

"So, what, you going for one a day now?" my husband asks.

The blue and white one turned out so spectacularly beautiful that I gifted it to my husband, whose favorite color is blue. I will probably make another one later.

So pretty

I made this flogger for my husband's birthday. The photo doesn't quite do justice to the way the light gleams from the falls.

I can hardly wait to have it used on me.