Snowday

It's snowing. We are expecting anywhere between 25 to 35 cm of snow today. 

It's definitely pretty to look at from indoors. Here's to a snowy Monday!

New panties

My new panties came in the mail. It looks and feels festive.

Here's the front:

The back has this look:

I'm looking forward to wearing them. They feel so soft for lace.

Still reorganizing, and discovering my love for lacy panties and bras

I am still in reorganizational mode at home. Later on today, I am picking up a few storage cube organizers. I am enjoying the process of getting rid of items that I don't need or use, while reorganizing what I want to keep.

A couple of hours ago, I found some pretty lacy bras. I had completely forgotten that I had purchased them. At this rate, I won't need to buy bras for a few years.

Some women like a matching set of bras and panties. I have never been that way. As long as they look pretty and I feel good in them, they make me happy.

In the past, guys have enjoyed my wearing black bras and panties. The colour matches my hair. I feel sexy in them.

I haven't wore a black bra for a while. I should. I do wear black panties far more often. I love lacy panties. They are surprisingly comfortable.

My car turns heads and starts conversations, even with the windows up

My car is a conversation starter. Even when I'm stopped at a traffic light, the flame blue colour turns heads.

I was driving home from work on Monday night. I was stopped at a light. A Jeep was next to me. The guy had three car lengths ahead of him.

I looked over. He was looking at my car. Our eyes met. I had my windows up, but we could clearly read each other's lips.

"Do you love my car?" I asked him.
"Yes, the colour is beautiful," he said.
"I love it, too," I said.

He had a huge smile on his face. I gave him a thumbs up. The light turned green and we drove straight ahead before he turned right at the next light.

It's interesting how humans interact. It's also fascinating how much guys admire a nice car.

Shopping and decluttering thoughts

I like that my guy and I have been in the same shopping frame of mind for a while. We don't crave shopping at stores like we used to. We are content with what we have. We go shopping for things that we need.

He likes that I tend to buy practical items. I do like pretty things, too. It's okay to splurge now and again. It's a deathtrap when you do it daily and end up amassing a ton of stuff that you truly don't need or use.

I was in the groove decluttering last month. It has stopped since I went on and returned from vacation. However, it came back the other day when I looked at purchases that I had made in 2013 and wondered why I needed all these items.

My decluttering kick is slowly coming back. I'm glad.

New year with a new venture

I recently posted a photo of the Toronto skyline that I took this past summer on my other social site. Several friends pointed out how great the photo was, which I appreciated.

One friend, in particular, suggested that I sell the photo to the city. One thing led to another. I have started my own Etsy site. The idea is to earn a bit of money for photos that I have taken.

Anyone who knows me will understand that I am not the entrepreneurial type. If I were, I would be rich and would have quit my regular job by now. Rather, I like sharing my photos for folks to view. If they want to buy them, that's fine. Otherwise, this gig is more to figure out how much interest there is out there to buy pretty photos.

I don't know how lucrative this venture will be. Frankly, it's more of a hobby for me. Still, it's exciting to do something different and set this photo site up. It's a new learning experience. We'll see where this path takes me.

Evil eye bracelet and my guy

Roughly a month ago, a colleague complimented me on how pretty my evil eye bracelet looked on my wrist. I thanked her.

My guy bought me two evil eye bracelets while he was in Istanbul. I am wearing the one with evil eyes all around the bracelet. The eyes look dark blue on the outside. However, when light hits the blue parts of each evil eye, they appear purple.

It's a thoughtful gift. It reminds me of my guy when I look down at the bracelet. He's happy seeing me wear it.

Shopping for a car, sending a sweet note, and missing me

My guy is looking for a car. He tends to get a used car every three to four years. He is looking to get a manual one, as he is tired driving his nearly four-year-old automatic.

He told me the other day that he was going to look for one and to wish him luck. I replied that I would cross my fingers once I was done typing and wanted to hear what happened.

He wrote me a quick message:

Hey there sweet thing,
The car I saw wasn't that great. I will see other cars. Keep your pretty fingers crossed.

I like when we calls me sweet thing. He also misses me when he says that my fingers are pretty in a message.

He's sweet, despite not finding the right car. I told him that he will eventually. He just needs to continue looking.

Being pleasured an hour after my guy's flight touches down

My guy texted me on Saturday night. His flight had landed just before 20:00. I was thrilled. I welcomed him back. He liked that.

We met an hour later. He looked extremely good, which happens when you miss someone you love for three weeks.

We didn't plan what we were wearing, but we both went with a striped shirt. Mine was a white-and-purple v-neck t-shirt. He had a white-and-blue polo shirt.

He took one look at me as I sat in my car next to his in the parking lot at work and smiled.

"Hello, pretty girl," he said, with a huge grin on his face.

We got into the treehouse. We traded gifts. Mine were from my trip to Las Vegas in July. I had completely forgotten to give them to him. He gave me a cute iPhone case to fit my new phone (it's the same case that I had purchased in Istanbul, except that it's larger) and a glass screen protector. I got him candy and a retractable back scratcher. The latter is pretty neat. I have one, too.

He told me that I looked cuter than he remembered me last. He touched my hair and loved how it framed my face. I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his right cheek. He has smooth skin for a guy.

We embraced for the longest time. I love being in his arms. He squeezed me and told me multiple times that he missed me.

Next came a indulgent period of kissing. I lose myself in his sweet kisses. It's enjoyable.

We came up for air. He then caressed my left buttock under my skirt, and touched my bare thigh, working his way down my leg to my calf. He then spent a moment to touch my thigh some more.

"You've been a bad girl," he whispered in my ear. "You need to be punished."
"Can't we extend this spanking-free streak?" I asked him.
"I'm afraid not," he said.

We kissed some more before he played with my breasts. He carefully positioned me so that I was leaning back, with the backseat supporting me. I had a black bra under my t-shirt, which drove him crazy. Out came my left breast and he immediately sucked my nipple. It felt so good.

He then lifted my skirt up, pulled down my matching black panties, and proceeded to finger me until I came. It took almost no time.

"I guess I haven't been a bad girl," I remarked.
"Sure, you have," he remarked, while guiding me over his lap.

Part two needs to be in another post. Otherwise, I am writing a novel here!

Thoughtful gifts and nice lunch

On Thursday, my guy and I went out for lunch. He sent me an instant message at 12:34 pm, which is a cool time sequence to remember, asking whether I was ready to leave.

I met him downstairs in the lobby. We then walked over to his car.

He called me his GPS lookalike. It's a long story with the lookalike part, but I used to imitate the female voice on his GPS when he first got it. It has taken my guy several attempt to figure out how to get to our new lunch spot, so I tease him about it. He calls me his human GPS if his real one fails him.

Anyway, we walked into the restaurant, holding hands. My guy forgot something and went to his car. He pulled out a gift bag, so I knew that it was my Valentine's Day gift waiting for me to open.

We were promptly seated and we figured out what we wanted to eat. After placing our orders, he handed me my gift.

"Your gifts are pretty and functional. My gift to you is pretty."

The gift bag was purple with a pretty flower on it. Purple is my favourite colour. I also like flowers.

He got me a framed purple butterfly. It was indeed beautiful.

My guy is thoughtful. He knew that I had visited the Butterfly Pavillon in Denver last summer and that I like butterflies. It was such a sweet present. I loved it! He was relieved.

Lunch was good. The portions were huge, so I brought some back. We chatted about our day and more. It was a nice break from work.

Oddly, when we got back to the office, we both got into the elevator with our former boss. It was nice seeing him again, but it was so unexpected. I haven't seen him in over a year.

Nails

A while back, I decided to purchase a Groupon deal for a manicure. It was for shellac polish on my fingernails, which lasts for roughly two weeks.

Before I went to my salon appointment, I had never had my nails professionally done. I have always done them myself. It has been a ritual for years where I spent each Sunday morning trimming, filing, buffing, and polishing my nails. I have always found the ritual to be therapeutic.

Well, two weeks ago, I broke tradition and had my nails done at a local place. Everyone there spoke Mandarin. I don't understand the language, but speak Cantonese. So, we communicated in English.

My guy has always said that I have pretty nails. Before we went on our first date, we were chatting briefly in the lunchroom one afternoon. He actually held my left pinky finger and said that I have pretty nails. He has never stopped saying that to me, which is sweet.

When one of the beauty experts was taking off my nail polish, she noticed that my nails were still shiny. She actually had to call in two other staff members to observe my nails. Finally, the owner asked whether I polished my nails. I do. She told me a couple of times that I have pretty nails.

Anyway, it was nice seeing how a professional person does nails. I do almost the same thing, except for the following:

• Soak my hands in a warm bath, to soften my cuticles
• Have a gel lamp to cure the gel shellac
• Put intricate flowers or beads on my nails
• Give my arms a massage after my nails are done

I had picked a pretty berry colour. The woman doing my nails agreed that it was a pretty colour. She did a great job. I would go back again to have them done.

So, at the airport, while my guy was boarding a plane to Warsaw, he had asked how my weekend went. I told him about my first visit to get a manicure and uploaded this picture:

He liked my nails.

When he came back from his trip and we had dinner, he looked at my week-old manicure and said that I have pretty nails. He also liked the colour.

I tend to like clear polish because it's easier to maintain. My guy likes when I have polish on both my fingers and toes. He tends to like colours more, but colour can be harsh on nails when you don't let them breathe.

I am changing things up a bit. Last night, I would have written this post, but I was too busy trying to get the gel polish off my nails. It takes some patience to soak your nails and scrape the gel off. 

I have lilac-coloured nails now. We'll see what my guy thinks of them this week.