Thank-you Deacon! I'm glad you peek in on me now and then, I'll try to send some sunshine your way. It is fabulous here right now, sunny and cool enough so that make-up doesn't melt off your face. This post is also a vehicle for me to put up some pictures that will hopefully entice someone to call! This is the corset I bought for myself while bridal-shower shopping.

Daytona 500! Did you see that race?! What an awesome way to start the season, bump off the frontrunners, have some cool but safe crashes, shake everyone up. I hope that crew guy that was in the way is all right. And, I finally got to have some retail therapy thanks to Dillard's clearance sale. I bought a camo cami <- cute, a denim mini, a cami with retro polka dots and a pair of sleek chocolate brown wedge heel boots that I wore right out of the department. They were quite comfy for the first couple of hours but I did develop blister-like sensations after a while. Just as well, I was close to broke anyhow. My intentions to go to two malls ended then, but it wasn't over.

When I returned home my new cell phone was waiting for me, whoohoo. It has speakerphone which is very good for someone who has attended one too many Ministry concerts in her past.

It's Thursday, the day I was looking forward to so I could shop. Shopping happened, but not as planned. See, I'm invited to a wedding. I have nothing against people who want to get married, I do think it is an extremely misogynist tradition that dates back to the trade of women as if we are cattle, but never wanted to be married. Now I know why people do it. It isn't because the woman wants 'her day of non-stop attention" or so the groom will be more likely to get promoted. OK, it totally is, but it is also because of PRESENTS!

When can adults request their very own, to order, Xmas and birthday all in one? On their wedding day. This is inherently unfair to those of us who decide marriage isn't for them, but sometimes you still have to go to the wedding. So, what to do? Well, today, while perusing the bride's request list (registry) at Frederick's I decided that every dollar spent on someone else's request should at least be matched by one spent on myself for completely guilty pleasure.

So, one bra and panty for the bride, one corset and fabulous long robe for me!

I need some pictures up here don't I? It's Tuesday, and anyone who knows about such things knows that you don't shop department stores until Thursday to get a better deal- when they are starting the weekend sale. Can I hold out for 2 whole days, or will I succumb to the URGE to shop?? A plan is needed. Looking around, I see that organizing and dusting my house is a good idea, but can it compete with the thought of wandering around Nordstroms? I will let you know.

In other words, I love to get comments, but not when it is SPAM! Give it up, comments are moderated and I will reject every piece of spam I get.

Fashion week angst! It is Fashion Week right now and the upcoming trends are Anti-BOOBIES! Yep, loose tops, 60's inspired shifts, all garments lovely for the small busted and big-hipped are coming at me in full force! Really, right now I could spit out my unsweetened tea but I won't since I would just have to clean it up. Do you know what a girl with 38's looks like in a shift dress? Ever seen "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof"?, well you have probably forgotten the obnoixously pregnant wife of the other son (the not-gay one) but, yeah, thats what big tits+ no waist= equals, dowdy, frumpy ewwww. So I am going to go retro Mariyn esque this year, with the occasional superhero look cuz I love tall boots and form fitting clothes. Trends, well we will see what the shoes and handbags look like.

In other boob related news, I really am convinced that the recent growth of mine is due to something I am consuming. The scary part about that is I hardly ever eat red meat, and do eat lots of veggies and fruit. So, maybe the diet we are all encouraged to follow is high in something weird the freaks out hormones. Or, I should write a book to promote bigger breasts among the readers, hmmm, who should be models thus forcing designers to notice the curvy up top women....

Most Awesome movie I rewatched this weekend is "Vampyros Lesbos"! I told one of my friends about this film and now must tell the world!! Made in 1971 (the best time for movies) this one is visually cool, beautiful women with just enough 70's glam, think undone on the beach w/ eyeliner rather than stiff Elvis era Priscilla and you have an idea. Of course the women are naked or close to it for a lot of the film, the soundtrack is acid inspired if ever one was, and the Vampria's house is a post-mod masterpiece. Add all this to awesomely bad acting and the slowest chase scene in all of films (on the stairs)and you have some gripping 4am movie magic. I loved it so much my eye makeup was inspired, so black eyeliner and mascara here I come! If you do watch the movie I'd love to read comments about it. Also, Yay Dungy!!

I promised someone a special picture that I wanted to have a prop so he would know it was meant for him, but the prop keeps getting eaten! So, here are a couple of pics I took today- it's kind of dark due to POURING rain.

You are Bettie Page

Girl next door with a wild streak You're a famous beauty - with unique look And the people like you are cultish about it

What Famous Pinup Are You?

That's pretty funny! This too..

You Are a Bad Girl

You are 30% Good and 70% Bad You're a total bad girl, from your wild hair to tattooed toes. But you're too badass to even care if you're labeled "bad"!

Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?

I'm Back!! It was pretty fun being in the snow for a little while even if it wasn't for a very good reason, water pipe issues in the vacation house that needed to be addressed. I was away from the internet for a week!! I have no idea what is going on in the world anymore so hopefully lots of you will call me and fill me in on all kinds of different stuff. I did learn that stilettoes and snow do not mix, gloves are a good thing, and that cold weather straightens my hair which is good, and dries out my lips- not so good. So I have the lip stuff on now in my blissfully warm and quiet house.

Out of town Jan 15-19th. I have to go out of town unexpectedly for the week, I hope to be back to talk to you all by Sat Jan 20th. I have a special picture coming up for Matthew that I will try to take before I go, you will understand when it is up. Hope everyone has a great week and stays warm!

Hi everyone! Yes, I have been very busy lately soo glad to be able to put an entry up today. Bought myself a new purse the other day, love that! Also found a pair of jeans that hug the curves just right, so watch out fellas haha. Last weekend was a blast, I went out with some friends Saturday night. We had dinner first at Ruby Tuesdays and I was so surprised that it was good! Also, how bout those Gators!!!! Whoohoo talk about the underdogs spanking the big boys. Well, gotta go get the oil changed in my car now- the glamorous life!

Happy New Year to all of my friends, I have enjoyed talking to you about so many different things, from shoes to cars and movies. Looking forward to hearing from everyone about their holiday season, and if you are anything like me, you mingled feeling of relief and a bit blue that it's over. I am still (at 8pm) deciding what to do tonight, but most likely the fancy party will be skipped in favor of hanging out at the neighborhood pub. The sparkling wine is in the fridge, so forgive me if I don't log on too early tomorrow. Cheers!

Here's an interesting shot, is that the most cleavage ever or what?? So now, in addition to complaining about warm weather I also bemoan my large bust in an attempt to alienate all of my readers (or both haha.) It is pouring rain, so the cold front I've been wishing for is on it's way. Deacon, come hit the beach in March, you will love it!

Xmas eve was great, judging by the gifts I received either I am considered quite the sexpot or desperately in need of help- some revealing negligees, a big bottle of warming KY jelly (I'm not kidding) and a huge bottle of vodka were brought home last night. So, I'm wearing one of the nighties, the KY is in the drawer next to the bed, and vodka is in the freezer. Merry Christmas and all the other holidays!!

Did you hang up on me Saturday night? I am quite perturbed about that, especially after you knew about my broken cork and unexpected mess troubles. There will need to be some serious apologizing done. And, I woke up early and caught most of "Beyond The Valley of the Dolls" which may be the most awesomely craptastic movie ever!! Kept me riveted to the screen until the end where the lovely protagonist helps her new husband across a log bridge- On Crutches! That is probably the least absurd part of it but still a nice touch.

Since it is warm and muggy today I have no idea what to wear to the Xmas Eve festivities, cannot wait for some good steady cold fronts to push through so I can turn off the air conditioning and snuggle up in some cashmere. It's pretty hard to be in the holiday spirit when your swatting mosqitoes and sporting flip=flops. Rereading "The Rum Diaries" might help.

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Part two of the new ending of "Story of O".

Back in France, Ophelia rents an apartment on the outskirts of Paris. She uses her previous experience and the photos she took before leaving Germany to acquire a job with a rather radical French newspaper. The men look down on a female photographer, especially one with a background in fashion. Ophelia won't have it. It is as if being in charge of so much iron replaced her own backbone with one of steel, and she demands respect. Her demeanor is that of a queen, truly, a woman who had gone through as much as she, the abuse and torture, and brought herself out of it by accepting help and giving much back is a queen of sorts.

Her co-workers find themselves responding to her mere look; a raised eyebrow results in fast acquiescence. Ophelia enjoys her resurrected life, but it is tainted by the scars and deformity caused by her torture at Sir Stephen's hands. A grotesque combination of physical perfection and scars, burn marks and stretched labia, Ophelia doesn't know how she will be able to get sexual satisfaction anymore. She tried to distract herself from her underlying frustration by taking long walks through town.

It is on one of these walks, in an unfamiliar and rather seedy part of town that Ophelia finds a store that sells things only for adults. Boldly walking in, her eyes take in the devices hanging on the walls in packages, and the magazines behind the counter. One magazine in particular caught her eye, it reminded her of her old life, but inversely. Instead of a woman being bound and flogged, there was a man. Instead of a masked man wielding the whip, there was a woman dressed in a tight black costume. Ophelia was surprised to feel that familiar heat rise up between her legs.

She smiled at the middle-aged man behind the counter and bought the magazine.

New ending for the Story of O- Forlorn and heartbroken, after Sir Stephen gave his assent for O to kill herself, she decided to commit suicide in Germany, far from France. She sells everything she has and buys a train ticket- and a complete set of the lingerie she was forbidden to wear by Sir Stephen. On the train she experiments with crossing her legs, but finds it too uncomfortable with the irons that run through her labia. Suddenly both angry and still depressed, she flings herself from the train. O is found later that day by a blacksmith passing by on his way home from a neighboring town. She is unconcious but alive, so he lifts her into is truck and takes her to his shop, where he also lives. He noticed the chain when he picked her up, and, horrified, thinks she must have been a victim of forced slavery. He decides to remove the chain with a large file he used regularly in his work.

O awakens mid-removal, but is so conditioned to submit to anything that she lays there dully while the blacksmith, embarrassed but determined, finishes the job. Afterwards, he gets her some fresh juice and milk and sets her in his bed to sleep, alone and dressed. O has odd dreams, and when she awakens a second time able to move her legs against one another she finds she cannot stop doing so. O knows a little German, and when the blacksmith asks her name she tells him.

Ophelia recuperates at the blacksmith's home for the rest of the week, at the end of which he tells her he has found her a job and place to stay. Curious, she agrees to his unknown plan and is soon moved into a house with a slightly older couple. They run a small family farm and have their hands full raising to rambunctious three-year-old twin boys. The language difference makes questions difficult, and Ophelia helps wrangle the boys and do housework.

Two months later she is much stronger, and although she appreciates kids she realizes that is not the life for her. Ophelia requests apprenticeship with the blacksmith. Astonished, he refuses her at first, saying the work is too heavy and hard. This makes Ophelia laugh to herself, he has no idea what she has been through, hard heavy work is what she craves. He finally gives in. Ophelia works with the blacksmith for two years, transforming her body into one of hard smooth muscle. As capable as she is, the blacksmith decides he needs a male helper. They understand each other well by now, and Ophelia has told him of her previous career as a fashion photographer.

Gift of a new camera in hand, a different Ophelia returns to France. Part two coming soon!

I just finished re-reading "The Story of O', I was 17 or so when I read it the first time. Immediately on finishing it I was quite creeped out, I read for the surface story first and only later do I see underneath. It was worth a read, and fairly easy prose once you get past the subject matter, so-o, I get it metaphorically but still think its weird that a woman would subject even her fantasy alter-ego to such abuse for self gratification. I suppose there is a certain freedom in relinquishing control, but that is why sky-diving was invented, no? No plans of being pierced or branded here, although I may get a pedicure this week.

In other news, I bought the coolest digital camera, it is tiny so you keep it on your key-chain, very James Bond. Now I just need to figure out how to use it!