Reflections part 4x: Understanding Her Better

This post is 4x since it covers this time period but doesn't really fall in with what I have been writing.  I guess you could think of it as a companion piece since I wasn't sure they would make it in elsewhere and they give a little more insight into her personality.

F and I would go shopping together a lot.  If there was something nice and reasonably priced I would usually buy it for whomever it was intended for.  When certain things would appear she would get giddy.  One day we were at a fairly upscale department store browsing the winter items when something blinding caught her eye.  It was this exact item:

F let out a squeal and grabbed it from the table.  It was always sort of amusing to see her like this since she would start talking to herself and make many funny noises.
"Oh my God, that is so bad.   Hah, that color!  I can't believe it."
There were only a few people around but most of them were now looking at her.  I remained about 10 feet away.
F turned towards a woman standing near her and started talking to her, eyes beaming.
"Isn't this just terrible?  I mean, it's so soft, feel it."  She held it out and the woman touched it.  F then began to touch the fur to her face and chin.
"Come here," she called to me and waved me over.  She leaned up close to me and whispered, "This would be just perfect for you."

In this store, the big support pillars were mirrors and they had mirrors on all 4 sides.  She took me over near one.
"Touch it, it's so soft."  I didn't reply.
"Touch it, or else..." I reached out and touched it.
"Here," she said as she put it on my head.  She then faced me towards the mirror and started moving the scarf into different positions.  I wasn't sure what was going to catch fire first, my eyes from looking at the color or the fur from being near my face.
"Your face and the fur are almost the same color, so cute."

That was the first time she had ever done something that blatant in public. I wasn't angry or anything, I was just surprised she went that far.  Apparently that hood was the most embarrassing thing she had seen to date and couldn't contain her excitement.

Another interesting quirk was when she would get angry or frustrated at a Domme's behavioral choice in a drawing, photograph, fiction story, porn, etc.  I used to send her pictures daily and one day I sent some from this series:

When we spoke on the phone next I asked her if she liked them.  Her response was heated and very animated.
"Why did she let him wear shoes?  It doesn't make any sense!  If that was my slave he'd be barefoot!  If he's going to suffer, then make him suffer! None of this naked but still in shoes crap!"

F did admit that she loved the pictures, she just wished the subs were barefoot. Although she never mentioned it specifically, I'm pretty sure she felt they should have been in leg irons as well to keep them from running away since the Domme's boots wouldn't be very practical to chase after them in :)