About three years ago I met this girl. I was busily setting up vendors in this huge BIAB shop that my friend owned and doing other shiz associated with managing a mall, and this girl was there, stuck under the stairs to the store.
We laughed and talked and eventually she got unstuck but I can’t remember how. She probably had to relog. She camped at my friends club, on the same property. He paid out tons of camping lindens daily because he had this thing about helping out players who didn’t have money.
Eventually she came over and modeled for me because he was having me take pictures of the BIAB to make our own vendors. (PS at that time I didn’t know the term BIAB nor the shady nature of the business so everyone just get off your high horse now.)
Time went on and my friend hired her, and I sighed. DAMN. Another one of his ho’s that I was gonna have to babysit while he ran off with OTHER ho’s. This is the same friend who kept his Gorean slaves laying about, and made me watch them while he was off doing shenanigans.
Mall manager, slave watcher, occasional escort dresser – that was my job.
Over time, she and I started doing events together at his club. And I discovered that not only was she NOT one of his ho’s, she was really smart and funny. We started having the best time thinking up crazy ideas for parties several times a week.
One day she took me to this land called Glookbone and showed me this photography studio she’d set up. I remember being in AWE of the amazing pictures they were taking there. I’d never seen pictures like that. I had no idea anyone could DO anything like that.
Time went on and we got more and more burned out trying to churn out creative parties several times a week for folks who really just wanted to camp and get paid anyway. Cajsa’s photography business was taking off and taking more of her time. And eventually my role at the island ended due to personal squabbling (his new girlfriend didn’t like me bwaahaahaa).
I was pretty vocationless for a while, just puttering around my house decorating it, missing old friends etc, when Cajsa asked me if I wanted to come do this blog thing with her. I said “Fashion blog? What’s a fashion blog?”
I remember the first shoot I did, dredging up a decent outfit and being paranoid I looked stupid.
I remember the day we got 100 hits for the first time. We were beside ourselves.
I remember my first review copies. I remember getting COMMENTS from people I had only heard of, for the first time,and being amazed. Someone was READING US?
Eventually she made me learn how to take my own pictures. We didn’t advertise it, but it was because she just wasn’t well enough to take pics for both of us anymore, because of the time involved.
Because of this blog, I met some of the best, smartest, funniest people I’ve ever known.
This is a lot of pictures isn’t it?
Today Cajsa has surgery. Surgery that she has desperately needed for over a year. Surgery that will restore her life and hopefully put an end to pain. It isn’t casual. It’s actually quite serious. This isn’t a “oh I had surgery once it was fine she’ll be ok” sort of surgery.
It’s the sort of surgery where you make a choice and hope for the best.
Over the past three years we have cried over boys, over joys and sorrows. We’ve sobbed together on the phone and in world. We’ve also laughed and cackled when so moved. She’s been there for me when babies were born, and when babies were lost. She’s held my hand and I have held hers when the world was worrisome and scary.
Two cartoon girls became real friends. Real. Not “this is my friend on the grid” friends. Real friends. It kills me that I cannot be there for her today.
Berry asked what do you believe in? I believe in reality.
She goes into surgery at 8am SLT. She’s going to be in surgery many many hours. But when it’s over, it is my WILL that everything be better. You hear that Universe? I’m talking to you.
I love you Cajsa.
And I’m waiting for you. Come back soon.
PS – Yeah those early pics are from my early SL days. I didn’t know what high rez photos were, nor anything else. So – fssss to the haters. That’s just who we were, a couple of prissy girls in a low rez world.