Some might wonder in the magical land of Second Life why I choose to “be normal”. I suppose it’s a valid question. Perhaps it’s because this is, as Prok so rightly called it (although regarding someone else) – a room of one’s own.
In life my typist isn’t afforded the luxury of just simply having everything just so, as she’d like and thus in this space, she gives me whatever she fancies, even if just for a while. Thus, unicorns. Tomorrow – who knows?
My fancy wanders, hither and dither and I don’t care if it’s not exotic enough for some. My world, my imagination. Today my imagination wanted a fountain. I’m also going shopping for some nail polish.
It’s going to be a wild day, I tell you that.
If my fancy reaches for no more than a gentle topiary that pleases my eye, I’ll look on it an call it fine.
Also my hair is sticking through my arm. I’m going to call that fine too. Why? Because it’s part of my SL. Doesn’t make the hair bad, and this isn’t an editorial shoot anyway.
Gidge is Wearing:
HeadL .LeLutka.Head.Chloe 2.7
Skin: Pink Fuel
Hair: ::Exile:: Middle of the Night
Body: Maitreya Mesh Body – Lara V4.1
Dress: Poppy – Ginger Dress island paradise blue Maitreya
Fountain: Circa – Fantasy Fair
Topiary: Circa – SWANK