Category Archives: Life Style, Home and Garden

Come On Let’s Go !

Come on Pixel Gidge, Let’s go out.

“No,” she answers. “YOU LEFT ME HERE! YOU PROMISED WE WOULD GO OUT AND WE DIDN’T GO OUT YOU LEFT ME HERE ALL NIGHT.”

Hey, I changed your clothes and hair, and I did your nails. I even moved your bed in off the water, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to get out today? 

“You left me here,” she pouts. “YOU PROMISED TO COME BACK YESTERDAY!”

Her typist sighs, Yes I know but RL happened. But I’m here now. Don’t you want to go out and do something? Continue reading

After A Journey of 900 Miles

I’ve been desperate for three days to sleep in my own bed and now that I’m here I can relax. I’m so glad to be home on Juicy again, where I can sleep listening to the waves crashing on the shore.  It’s a perfect spot for me, and I have to admit I feel so very spoiled living here.

I can’t quite relax enough to get to sleep. Continue reading

Poolside Blogger and Other Misunderstandings

My friends Whimsy and Sasy collaborate each round of My Attic for something wonderful. They make photoboxes for bloggers, or great items with lovely poses and props for everyone. When they passed me their item for this round of My Attic, my poor eyes that are adjusting to contacts (monovision, what fresh hell is this?) read “Poolside Blogger and Friends” in the description as this was something for bloggers, and their friends.

“Oh nice, another photobox for bloggers YAY” my brain said.

It’s not. It’s a big ass pool. Continue reading

Set A Lovely Table

My grandmother was obsessed with  dishes, and setting a lovely table. She had dishes for sandwiches and soup. She had dishes for this party, and that party. She had no less than five full sets of dishes when she died, and twice that of small sets she’d bought for entertaining. Continue reading

No One Else Leaves Or The MerKitten Gets It

In the past week I’ve had three deaths around the edges of my life, 2 in SL and 1 in the RL. I’ve had it.

Cajsa nailed it. It’s not a game if it makes you cry. Both of the people who died this week were not my besties. We didn’t talk “all the time”, we didn’t share secrets. But they were people who I took for granted, so my rage and grief is based in ego because I’m feeling sorry for myself that I didn’t value these people more. It’s causing me to evaluate myself, and wish I could do more for those who truly lost something, for those whose grief isn’t based in ego but in loss – some of whom are people I care about so very much in both lives.  Continue reading

Go And See My Love

So there is this movie I LOVE that you haven’t seen. I saw it in Kansas City, at a random mall theater when I was 20. You see, I had traveled there to attend the Drum Corps International world championship, with a group of friends – most of whom were 21. What this meant was that when night fell after the event, part of us went to the bars, and part of us wondered wtf we were supposed to DO for the rest of the evening.

We wandered into a local mall and walked int the first movie that was playing. It was called THE BIG BLUE. It’s a story about a man who is more than a man, or perhaps less. It’s about friendship, and love, and jealousy, and the complexity of being part of the world where sometimes things don’t make sense.  It makes me cry, and it’s beautiful. Continue reading

Oh What A Beautiful Morning

Sometimes  what’s most liberating is surprising, isn’t it? Something you don’t expect to free you from something stressful suddenly does and BOOM – you realize you’re OK.  Life is good when that happens. Continue reading

My Schedule Was Full

I got dressed quickly this morning, with a list of errands and things I wanted to check out. I grabbed a new purse from The Annex (how cute is that?) and thought – I’ll quick post up those pics I shot days ago before our blog went down, and head out.  All in all, ten minutes knocking out a blog post before hitting the road seemed like a great plan. After all, I want to go to a few events before RL Gidge has to hit the road.

That’s when it happened. My pictures, they weren’t in FLICKR. WHERE ARE MY PICTURES?

I walked around to my office and there they were, in my hard drive where I had left them. It seems I’d taken them but never cropped them. I also had done my great blogger mistake – I had changed my clothes and not saved any of my fashion details.

Did you hear that sound? That’s the sound of a blogger’s soul being wrenched apart by cruel fate. Continue reading

Summertime

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The living is easy at Collabor88 and at June’s Arcade. With all sorts of summer offerings like fresh cut, juicy watermelon, ripening pears and big juicy strawberries, all of which can be found at the 8f8 Green Grocers Gacha at The Arcade. I get hungry just looking at it. I suspect it looks better than it tastes, though, since it is made of plywood.

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Enough Is As Good As A Feast

Auntie Mame said those words and I believe very strongly in all things said by Auntie Mame. If the world were a perfect place, I would be Auntie Mame. Sometimes people write about what their SL fantasy is, perhaps they blog it – they’re a hunter or a goddess or a trashy slutty girl who has to put her goodies out on flickr for everyone to see 24/7. That’s their fantasy and I say go in peace, unless you don’t mark your goodies shots as adult on flickr and then well, I want to pinch your nerbs bcse that’s just rude. Continue reading