Thursday, December 27, 2007
"Why," I thought to myself, "The heck. Did I buy these awesome shoes in pink of all colors? Is it because my daughter is brainwashing me with 'pink is the best color ever' propaganda? Is it because I actually wanted shoes that I could only wear with like, three things?"
I decided that I bought these shoes in pink because I need to maximize the pink in my wardrobe. Therefore, I ferreted out of my wardrobe:
***Dress: ~silentsparrow~ Penny frock in pink
***Socks: -corduroy- dotty leggings in white
***Shirt: Winter Moon *WM* Polka Dot Blouse in white
***Skin: /artilleri/ lily (porcelain) memphis
***Necklace: Second Mirage black pearl and silver cameo
***Hair: Nylon Outfitters Curly Hair
and of course
***Boots: Shiny Things chunky boots in pink
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
The author in Hard Alley
I want to start thinking about Second Life differently, again. An IM from someone who asked if my Lady Adventurers group was still active made me realize that all I've been doing lately in SL is freebie hunting and taking photos of my clothes. While I absolutely adore this hobby, I wouldn't live my real life like that, would I?
When I was a teen, I went to Australia to help my father with cave insect collecting research (that's an entirely different story). I slept outside under the stars, and not only that, imagined that I was living the life of a cowboy (ringer) out in the bush. It was glorious, and I thought to myself that there would be no better life -- outside every single day under the stars, doing strangely fulfilling things with your body. When I was on a horse under the sky, I felt like I was flying.
Life as flight. Maybe I try to recreate that in SL, especially by living in a garden (I love my ruin) and not boxing myself in. I've rarely felt comfortable inside of a house in SL. The one exception is probably Jackal Ennui's skybox -- she lives on the roof of it, and every now and again I stop by and clutter the place up with a plushie or pumpkin or something.
This virtual life is strange, it's boxed in so neatly on my computer, you'd think I wouldn't mind even more boxes. I mean, I look around and find myself in many boxes -- my apartment, my room, my computer, my Second Life screen...and yet, once I get all the way inside of those boxes, what I want most is the dream of the open sky.
I suppose that if you can't get it any other way, SL sure is an option.
Maybe I'll devote 2008 on SL to maximizing my time exploring the world. The Lady Adventurers group was intended to do just that -- put on Victorian frocks and explore wild and wooly places in SL with a group of like-minded ladies. I think I'll make an effort to start it back up and throw exploratory events that combine fashion and frolic in a way that'll become an SL happening. "Oh look! It's the Victorian chicks in frocks -- in Hard Alley!"
Right. That's my goal.
The author in Kyoto Gosho
***Hair: Hiccup Faux Hawk, Lions Shore (14, 105, 20)
***Skin: Inspired Pavasara Frosted Grape skin from the stocking hunt, Sibine (51, 54, 51)
***Necklace, earrings, bracelet: Second Mirage Karen gold/sapphire set from the advent giveaway, Second Mirage (71, 14, 22)
***Frock: Bare Rose :::B@R::: First Queen in blue, Bare Rose (143, 27, 30)
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Do you ever feel like a lolcat? Anyway. Here I am in Gibson, all decked out in Bare Rose. I was reckoning that the assortment of blades might come in handy for carving Christmas turkey.
Is everyone surviving the holidays? I've got bronchitis, a sick child, and several 10 hour road trips lined up, but the main point of it all is to enjoy the rich and strange experience that is XMAS. The Sopranos were on Elmo (what?). Girls are off their diets. And the eggnog sure is strong...
Merry Christmas from a hotel room full of snoring family, while my avatar snatches a moment of cyberpunk dreaming.