Series of circumstances lead to me being ready to put photos on this blog. Well, possibly only one photo. Just know that I own a copy of a very easy and well made tights pattern. Enter the most hypnotizing red, white, and black stretch jersey. Add to the recipe meeting a very artistic and talented photographer who wants some sewing work. How could a blog photo NOT happen?!
My Knight is a better person than I am. I knew that when I met him, and despite being a stronger woman now than I was then, it is still true. When he called from the hotel last night, I told him all about my photography exchange plans and the rendezvous to discuss both projects--photo shoot and sewing. This good man, my Knight, who knows I chat about sexuality with all my girl friends (and even long time male friends), had a pang of jealousy that I did so with this male photographer. He was really rather sweet about it and thinks he might want to be there for the shoot.
While I do enjoy the attention I get from all the young men who like my red mohawk, I could never desire anyone other than my Knight. I may have the ego of a nineteen year old, but at thirty-two, I know there is no one so good as my Knight who would actually want ALL of me. This good man, the best man I have ever met, has seen me in every low state and continues to worship at the alter of my femininity and desire. What spoiled housewife could ask for more?
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