A Picture in My Mind

I have this picture emerging in mind. That happens to me sometimes. I see something, and it sparks a picture in mind of what it could be. I once saw some old dishes at a second hand store, in mind I saw the mosaic tabletops they eventually became. I am forever collecting odd little things because in mind I see them as something else.

I was cleaning yesterday and I had my cleaning bucket with me. I love my cleaning bucket, it is a five gallon bucket with everything I need to make one trip through my home and clean efficiently. The contents have  evolved over the years to accommodate my family's living habits and my cleaning style.

One of the things attached to the bucket is a long, narrow suede pouch. My son is a street artist, he keeps his sketch pads put away, but I always find pens and pencils all over the house. The pouch is handy to store them in until I work my way to his room and put them away.

Have you guessed yet what the picture is?

I love the feel of leather in general, coats, skirts, boots and of course the obvious, a belt. I want to be spanked with leather, but not a belt. I am a tiny bit terrified of belts. Okay, Okay, I am more then a tiny bit terrified. I'm not afraid of the pain, no I want to feel the leather on my backside. It's the actual belt I don't want. Too many bad memories associated with it. I don't know if I will ever be able to handle a belt.

I have been looking at leather paddles, but right now they are not in the budget. I have been putting pens and pencils in that pouch for years, needless to say I never saw it as a paddle before. Now I am. Not only did I see the paddle that I could make, but I had quite a physical reaction to it. I believe I was hyperventilating the reaction was so strong.

I have been thinking about how to make it and what other materials I will need for it ever since. I do believe a trip to the craft store may be in my near future. Valentine's Day is only 12 days away and I do need a gift for Musicman.  Maybe it won't leave bruises.