Dite's Decadent Delights [Wednesday afternoon]
Irene had survived her birthday with a glass of wine in hand and her phone firmly shut off in another room, and really, she felt like all of that was quite to be commended.
Which was why she had a cupcake at work with her today, which she was slowly eating over the course of several hours, because it was just one cupcake, after all. Plus, she was eyeing the shop and considering what she might do for St. Patrick's Day -- green dildos didn't seem like an exceptional product to promote, honestly. (She wouldn't feel any stranger about using one than any other color, of course, but it also didn't seem like something someone would come out and buy specifically for the holiday, either.)
So instead, she refreshed the lingerie display with some green outfits, along with several pairs of boxers and panties that declared KISS ME, I'M IRISH.
...and she wasn't, but she might have to invest in a pair, anyway. Because really. What a lovely location for that invitation.
[open shop, no OCD, slow while I'm at work/headachey!]
Which was why she had a cupcake at work with her today, which she was slowly eating over the course of several hours, because it was just one cupcake, after all. Plus, she was eyeing the shop and considering what she might do for St. Patrick's Day -- green dildos didn't seem like an exceptional product to promote, honestly. (She wouldn't feel any stranger about using one than any other color, of course, but it also didn't seem like something someone would come out and buy specifically for the holiday, either.)
So instead, she refreshed the lingerie display with some green outfits, along with several pairs of boxers and panties that declared KISS ME, I'M IRISH.
...and she wasn't, but she might have to invest in a pair, anyway. Because really. What a lovely location for that invitation.
[open shop, no OCD, slow while I'm at work/headachey!]