Other than that not much has been done... though we did make
it to hairdressing appointments today so that was nice. And we did spend a
large chunk of the morning looking for a pair of shoes to go with the dress for
Saturday night dinner with our vanillas. That trip morphed into a shirt hunt
for Him. See all of His shirts are assorted shades of purple... his favourite
colour. The only trouble with that is so is the dress one is planning on
wearing.
You know how couples colour coordinate for things like... oh
weddings, formals and dances? Well we were in danger of looking like that
couple. Oddly enough it looks rather strange sad creepy at any other time. We do
not want to be that couple. At least one of us doesn't. Whispers He can be a
very scary man sometimes.
Mind you as one pointed out to Him, this is all his fault.
If he hadn't done that spectacular bit of rewiring and made purple a preferred
colour... utterly refuse to say favourite colour... all of this planning would
have been unnecessary. That bit of
programming... the one that has given Him so much mirth for so long as one's
hand reaches unerringly for the purple item of clothing, lingerie, shoe or bag...
has come back to bite him on the arse.
Something that has given one small slave a disproportionate
amount of mirth...
Bad, bad slave hangs head in shame
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A few times we have gone out wearing the same color. When I see what he's wearing I say "I should change" and he inevitably says "No." So we match then. sigh
You know reading this the thought was that maybe men perceive it as some sort of signal... like a territorial thing.
He says it's because no man wants to wait for a woman to change her clothes... again :D
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