Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Red Hot Mama
Cassie would never do it, of course, but it was fun to think about it. What if she did wear red lace under her jeans and T-shirt? Would the earth stop spinning? No, indeedy. No one would know except her; why was it so unthinkable to wear something so pretty and girly?
Resolutely, she closed the catalog and sighed. She opened it just a little bit, just enough to see those red lace undies one more time. Cowgirl pants, they were not. No way, no how. Likely, they'd ride up and pinch; goodness only knew where they'd get stuck after an hour or two on horseback. They were not practical; nope, not practical at all. Not her sort of thing.
With a sly grin, Cassie pulled her credit card out of her wallet, picked up the phone and dialed.
© 2009 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Gold-filled, brass, and copper chain maille. Lampwork by Melissa Vess. Hand fabricated.