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Home Corners

For those of you who just come here for the smut (including my own Master!), here, have another pic from the other night:

For those who come here for KITTY LOVE:

Am made a funny about our cats. She’s as much of an LOLCat lover as I am and she pointed out that we have Ceiling Cat and Basement Cat, which I knew. But did I also know we have Agnostic Cat? Yeah, she just can’t decide, she has a little of both in her. *snicker*

Now shoo. I’m about to get really boring. ;-)

There’s a couple of bloggers I read who do occasional posts titled Home Corners. I really like those posts because, while I certainly enjoy the smut and filth, I just like to see how people live. It adds a “realness” to them, I think. I see a pic of someone’s house and I feel closer to them than if I see a pic of their tits. Master said I can post “whatever I want” (/quote) so I am.

While I was putting clothes away this morning and tidying up the bedroom, I figured that was a good place to start. You’ve already seen the bed so why not the rest of the bedroom. If you’ve no interest in seeing boring pictures of my dressers, don’t go any further.

One of the (many many) sacrifices that came along with being His was my personal decorating style. I am your typical girly-girl. In my p.m. days (p.m. = pre-Master, tee hee) when decorating my own house, I leaned towards flowers and pink, lace doilies, frilly curtains, ruffles and swags and pastel colors. I hated earth tones. I hated brown especially. Black and deep reds were dreary, tans were boring, green was ‘pukey’. I liked violet, and periwinkle, fuschia. And flowers. Did I mention flowers? The bigger the better. I don’t think I had anything sitting anwhere that didn’t have a doily under it.

*sniffle* Come to think of it, I miss my doilies.

There were two styles of decor that made me shudder; Oriental and indian/animal. I had a baby blue country goose kitchen and a victorian/flower/lace bedroom and pink/lace/swag bathroom – my, it was purty.

Along with giving up access to other favorites, like music and tv, I had to give up my interior design tastes. Master forbids ‘girlification’. He likes manly-man shades and textures. He likes Oriental stuff. He likes wolves and eagles. He likes brown.

So while He’ll tell me that I have free reign to decorate and even hand me the credit card and tell me to go wild, I can only go wild within the parameters He’s laid down. The kitchen? Black and white with deep red accents. Living room? Oriental all the way. There’s even an oil painting of a geisha on the wall. Main bathroom? Hunter green and cream. Bedroom? Brown and wolves.

You might think that I walk through the house gagging or that I despise every single room. But that’s not how it ended up at all. When I walk into the bedroom and I’m assaulted with every shade of brown imaginable, with wolf pictures and plates, even one painted on a huge velvet dream catcher-indian-type-feathered wall hanging, and all I can smell is the lingering scents of His cologne, I’m not thinking “God I HATE this room!”. I’m thinking this is HIS room. This color, this smell, that picture, that bed. It’s His. It does not have my stamp on it, it’s not *me*, it’s not mine. It becomes kind of a daily reminder of not being an equal, not having say in things, and I like it. I like that I don’t like it, if that makes sense. I like that He doesn’t care. And so I take even better care of it than I think I would if it were pink frills and all mine.

I’m not sure I’m explaining this well or doing justice to what it is I feel. Maybe it’s not something that can be expressed (by me anyway).

Anyway, behind the cut is my first “home corners” post. Bedroom and drawers. :-)