Sugar and Spice and... Glitter.

I’m living one day at a time. Some days are harder than others. Some moments are harder than others. In this moment I feel like revisiting some happier memories of my time with the man who was my Sir.

This actually happened mostly the way I’ve written it (some artistic license applied) 😉

Sir: I want you to put a ribbon in your hair.
Me: A what?
Sir: A ribbon.
Me: What kind of ribbon?
Sir: pause A HAIR ribbon.
Me: A hair ribbon?
Sir: longer pause
Me: realizing he is actually serious Um, yes Sir, I… Don’t know if I have any hair ribbons, Sir… I’ll… Look around.
Sir: A pink one.
Me: Fuck! Pink?? Um, I’ll see what I can find, Sir…

Intermission while I scrounge my completely non-girly possessions for anything that could remotely pass for a pink hair ribbon. I briefly contemplate a handful of wire twist-ties (the kind you use to keep baggies closed), I have a pink highlighter I could color them with… I realize I’m going to have to go to the fabric store later, I have nothing remotely like a satin hair ribbon of any color… I finally go into the Christmas storage and find a hot pink, glitter-encrusted, wire-edged ribbon attached to an old gift bag. I mash it into my hair and run back downstairs.

Me: breathless I didn’t have any hair ribbons, Sir, I had to use a Christmas ribbon.
Sir: No problem it’s… he actually catches sight of the ribbon… there’s a pause… it grows longer… That’s… a very pretty ribbon, girl.
Me: biting the smile off my lips and trying not to laugh Thank you, Sir.
Sir: another pause
Me: I’ll go to the fabric store this afternoon, Sir.
Sir: Good girl.

The glitter was a fucking bugger to get off, later! That shit gets EVERYWHERE!