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Fa la la la la, la la la la…
It is passing fast away, isn’t it?
It’s the eve of the eve of the very last day of 2012.
I’ve been speculating, as we all have, on the upcoming year.
This will mark the 100th year since my mother’s birth.
I’ll be judging at least one international contest this year, possibly two, and that’s both gratifying and a little intimidating.
I want to do some organizing, lighten my physical load. I have some kitchen cabinets to clean out, spices and oils. I’ve actually cleaned out my main pantries over the last few months and kept them tidy, but there’s more to come.
I actually did a quick cleanup of that fabled hall closet today, looking for something I didn’t find anyway. It’s not good, but it’s better. I need to pull everything out and put it all back in order...Read More
The year 2012 is winding down.
There are three days left and then this year will be over. I can’t say I will be unhappy to see it in the rear-view mirror.
It hasn’t been a bad year, in many ways.
In February, my own Bluegrass Leather Pride contest went well, despite having lost two venues in the last month or so before. We ended up doing it in a private home and the upstairs of a local restaurant, and while it wasn’t ideal, it worked. My contestants didn’t end up competing at GLLA, but that happens sometimes.
I was also in Indianapolis in February for Beat My Valentine, an event sponsored by IMAS, Indiana Masters and Slaves.
In March I drove out to Dallas, to South Plains Leatherfest, to watch Charles and jacki compete for International Master and slave.
In April, we went to Fort Lau...Read More
Tonight was a party again, I know that shocks you all, though I think I’ve had more invitations this year than ever before. Some years I honestly do one party, maybe, and that’s about it.
This was a largish party at the home of Charles and jacki, two of my favorite people. I’ve no idea how many people were actually there, but I bet it was 40, if you counted everyone who was there for at least a while.
I brought home much loot, all of it cool.
Charles and jacki gave me a lovely scarf in shades of red and purple, that I really like a lot. If you know me personally, you’re likely to see me wearing it because I do like it muchly.
There was also a theme of sharp things – who could have guessed?
The wooden pie shape is a really nifty cheese board, with particularly coo...Read More
I had a productive Saturday, if not a very exciting one, but that’s not always bad. I had no pressing need to leave the house, and other than going to the mailbox, I didn’t.
I did a lot of calendar-related things today.
I put up the subjects for the Special Interest Groups for the upcoming year. I’d created the events, but hadn’t added the topics and the questions, which I like to have done before January.
I scheduled Titleholder Preparations, where we will invite people who are running or thinking about running for a leather title to attend and be asked questions, have an opportunity to practice speeches and/or presentations with feedback and support.
I’ve worked on scheduling classes that I’ll offer this year, my expanded BDSM 101 classes...Read More
Ok, so it’s a cheap shot. Neither slave drew nor I had to get up especially early this morning so we were lying in bed chatting.
I’d had an odd dream – I’ve had a string of them lately, nothing bad, just one of those odd ones, and I told him about it, and then commented that we were still here, so there was, at least thus far, no apocalypse, and I told him that the title of my blog yesterday was “Apocalypse Now?”
“And if I were a cattle rancher, it would have been Apocalypse Cow…”
“And if I were a pig farmer, it would have been Apocalypse Sow…”
“And if I were a boat builder, it would have been Apocalypse Prow…”
“If you were a chef, it would have been Apocalypse Chow…”
“And if I were a farmer, it would have been Apocalypse Plow…”
“And if I were a Quaker, it would have been Apocalypse Thow...Read More
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
That’s a bit how I feel tonight. I have, I fear, been burning my candle at both ends and I am paying the price, such as it is, at the moment.
I’m still fighting that cold and the cold is, tonight at least, winning.
We had a Fringe Elements Board meeting last night and I talked a lot for three hours or so.
Then I made what I thought would be a quick customer service call for a domain issue, and it took 45 minutes, which was good because I got something settled, but still it was 45 minutes of talking.
I stayed up too late because I couldn’t sleep and then got up pretty early because all three dogs badly needed to get to the groomer.
One thing I kept forgetting to mention was the actual Santa hat itself. It’s a really NICE Santa hat. I don’t know where I acquired it, but it’s one of those that is actually nice fake fur, and very plush.
It’s also enormous on me. I have a smallish head anyway and hats are usually big, but this one would fit Zardoz.
Anyway, it also has a big, puffy, plush white pom-pom ball on the end of it.
Which, if I turn my head quickly, hits me in the face.
The chin, specifically.
This offered me multiple opportunities to say, “I’ve had a ball hit my chin before, but usually it was a pair and they weren’t so fuzzy…”
I would also periodically catch Cerrin’s eye and shake my head to make it hit me. It made her giggle each time, and as someone else noted, when Cerrin giggles, Cerrin jiggles.
It seems like the weekend is taking nearly as long to tell about as it took to live through it, doesn’t it?
So what happened next?
When last we saw our hero, she had just presented Leather and been presented her own pin.
I should mention, or perhaps I shouldn’t, that I actually spent the entire event in a pair of white Scottie slippers. Fuzzy ones.
I also wore my Santa hat the entire time I presented Leather.
Along with the Scottie slippers.
It’s a really NICE Santa hat, if that makes a difference.
Anyway, once that was over, the event proper was kicked off.
And how did we do that, you might ask?
Let me set the scene.
The supporting players are Elf Devon and Panty Claus.
Elf Devon is an adorable boy, who was dressed in an elf’s vest, hat and ass-less undies...Read More
So, when last I left, we were at the Bizarre Bazaar and the party was about to start.
Actually, before it started, I took the opportunity to have the fabulous Sir Markos take some photos of me with slave drew for our Christmas picture.
He did a wonderful job and we ended up with at least three contenders for the position. I think it will end up being the one I posted last night, which I am referring to as “Peekaboo,” since I seem to be leaning to one side.
Later in the evening I had him take a few absolutely priceless photos with Elf Devon, one of which I posted here yesterday, too.
One of the things that has been important to me over the last few years is the bringing back of the tradition of earned Leather...Read More
So, I finally have time to talk about my very very busy weekend.
We have been preparing for our party for a month, at least. It’s actually probably more work than one might think. We don’t just decide to throw a party and then in a sort of 1930 Hollywood movie, the production number all comes together.
Can’t you see it?
The starlet rips off her square-shouldered pinafore and clunky-heeled shoes to reveal a patent bra top, super short skirt and thigh-high boots.
The hero’s bow tie morphs into a collar, and his clipboard into a paddle.
Their best friends – you know, the chubby, funny ones, the ones who would be played by Melissa McCarthy and Jack Black, would start wheeling out furniture, while singing something about Sweet Dreams or something...Read More