Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Crowning achievements

We are on holidays and there is a list of things that need to be done. It's a bit like Santa's list of children. Some are naughty and some are nice. Unfortunately so far the only ones that have been crossed off are the nasty things. The bathroom has been dismantled and scrubbed and the pile of filing... yes let's call it that... has been sorted and shredded.

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

2 comments:

ancilla_ksst said...

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

Master's piece said...

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