clothespins and other randomness

I've run across giant clothespins as sculptures before, and even more pictures of giant clothespins as art. They've always been freestanding - no context at all.  They made me wonder what the artist really had in mind - but i pretty much assumed it was about the form not the function.  I imagined people could add either sheets and a clothesline or tender flesh to the image in their minds. This one however is downright evocative, not so much room to wonder.  


The day i posted my last post, i'm not sure if before or after my husband had read it, after the kids had left for school but just before i needed to leave for work, he called me into the bedroom and told me i needed to catch up on the days canings missed. Um - it was the end of the month and a lot of days missed. I had just been writing about wanting to be able to pull myself together all on my own without his intervention; this seemed like a really good time to exercise that new skill set.  No go - so face down i went.

The canings on the dates just hurt, and maybe arouse, but have never led to subspace.  They are meant as maintenance, reminders, re-orientations - call it what you will, but they are meant to hurt all through.   This time I fell very, very quickly.  It was the loveliest, deepest relaxation with the loveliest sensations to my backside.   I assumed he was being more gentle than usual, it's his call, who am i to complain, but the raised, hard, burning continuous welt of my entire backside convinced me he hadn't.  I guess i had needed that.


I'm off to Las Vegas next week.  It's for work and it will be very long days of work.  But - I will sneak in a little sunshine and a little warmth.  I've never been to Vegas.  Here in the heart of the heartland, of course, Vegas has an image, a mystique and a reputation, one which their tourism board has worked hard to establish no doubt.  My husband has talked about escaping there for a weekend, not to gamble, but to explore maybe being a bit more open and public and adventurous - you know....  Where we live - is a very small town - as new as we are - everyone knows everyone.  I actively avoid thinking about how i feel about open or public or adventurous at all.   I'm focusing on warm - no boots, and no layers of wool.