I have been a crafty kitten! Yay!
I bought four 8m lengths of lovely hemp rope from my friend Jakara so I didn't have to keep relying on my housemate Dr Jon to provide the rope for the noble and wonderful art of shibari. However, this being me, I couldn't just have it plain rope: I figured as it was a natural fibre it should be easy enough to dye with a procion dye like Dylon's machine dye - and it was! Exactly the same process as colouring fabric - dye in machine, salt in, rope in on top, 40 degree cycle, rinse cycle, job's a good 'un. But it came out the most amazing shade of purple! It's gorgeous, a really lovely dark, true purple. It's currently still slightly damp and is drying out on the bed waiting to be used at Office Hours tomorrow - I can't wait!
I also started my new tablets yesterday. They kick in after about an hour on a full stomach or twenty minutes on an empty one and I WAS TRIPPING MY TITS OFF. I spent 45 minutes in Primark because it was so nice and cool in there and I wanted to lie down and go to sleep. I wondered why everyone was giving me weird looks...after that I met a friend, pottered around and got stuff done and then went into Headingley to get some stuff - the charity shops there are wicked - and then, as you do, decided to get my clitoral hood pierced. You know, as you do.
Actually I'd been thinking about it for ages and a lovely friend who is a qualified piercer was going to do it for me, but we could never find the time and the space when we won't both busy, but the more I thought about it the more sure I was I wanted it. But as I was high as a kite, and passing a piercing studio, I decided to just do it. Wow! What an awesome experience. The studio (Rude Tattoo and Piercing in Headingley) was lovely and clean, smelled nicely of antiseptic and tattoo ink, and the staff were all really friendly and lovely. The piercer (Sam) was really sweet and took me through after I'd done the usual consent forms. She locked the door, explained what would happen and then had me strip off from the waist down and hop onto the bed. She checked my anatomy to make sure I was suitable - she said I was ideal for it - and then she applied anesthetic and made sure it was thoroughly rubbed in - a weird feeling, having another lady rubbing burny numby stuff onto your clitoris, let me tell you - and then left me to cook for a little while until I was thoroughly numb in the pussy department. Then it was a case of positioning the bits and pieces, count to three and then - pouff! Done. It was just like a bit of a pinch, not even a sharp feeling, and it didn't hurt at all. I felt a little tugging as she put the jewellery through - just a simple titanium bananabar - and she explained that I might prefer a longer or shorter one depending on what it sits like when it heals. She showed me my new cunt bling, called me hardcore, and that was it. Sent on my way with her mobile number, aftercare information, and a pantyliner.
Then it was just a case of celebratory pizza for lunch and waiting for the feeling to come back - and even when it did it was a weird itch, not a pain. Of course, I immediately wanted to show it to everyone, but that's just because it's so freaking shiny and amazing!
Later on there was roleplaying and crochet - my Eternal Blanket is coming on nicely and looking really pretty now - and then I took my second mad-pill. Ten minutes later I giggle madly and my roleplaying group look at me. Gordon (our tank) says "bloody hell...your pupils are massive!" and at that point I realised why everyone in Primark had been giving me weird looks. Because I truly was off my face. I looked in the mirror and realised I was white, with pupils blown to 95% of my iris, and a stupid dopey grin on my face. Honestly, it's a wonder that I managed to actually get anything sensible done!
