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What’s Your Poison At The Arcade?

I have a troubling problem. I am addicted to the sweets that are created in SL. Maybe it’s not just because I love them in real life, but the more beautiful they are the more likely it is must have them.

The ARCADE is a breeding ground for such creations and I have to admit, I love them for it. Wedding cake? I don’t need a wedding. I’ve got a cake. I’d rather have the cake, frankly.

The Arcade, that bastion of goodness you didn’t know you needed, is closing tomorrow at midnight. All the lovely things will go away and you’ll have to wait three months.

I on the other hand will be stuffing my face like a monster with these sweets.

It’s not too late!

Get over there before they are gone!

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Gidge is Wearing:
Lingerie: #LANA- The Rosie Lingerie Skirt // Freya
#LANA- The Rosie Lingerie Top // Freya
Body: -Belleza- Freya
Head: CATWA HEAD Bibi V4.10
CATWA HUD Main V4.9
Earrings: Dark Mouse
Hair: Exile:: Sure, Jan. (BENTO)
LeLutka.Facelight-wear me
Eyes: [GA.EG] Ultimate Eyes L
[GA.EG] Ultimate Eyes R
Shape: Juicy – Meghan Shape GIDGE Edit
Bed: Ariskea – THE ARCADE
Donuts Box: Action Randy – The Arcade
Cakes and treats: Moss & Mink – Cake and Lace items from THE ARCADE

 

Dreams of Babies

Flo and I are wrapping up our Christmas eve with some end of day writing in my journal,  and thinking thoughts. I am thinking about how lucky I am to have all of you, and of all the people who aren’t here any more whom I miss.

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When the air is fresh and crisp as new snow.

A Fine Day For Moving Today

Portland is on its third day of snow. We are a city ill-suited to snow. Most people don’t know how to drive in it. We have lots of hills that are quite steep and can get slippery, we have bridges that get icy, and we have snow so seldom, there is no huge fleet of snow removal equipment nor deep knowledge of living with snow. I hunker down and so does my best friend, and we are both from snow country. She’s from Buffalo, I am from the Northwoods of Minnesota. We know snow.

I remember the first snowfall after I moved to Oregon. I was living way up in the Cascades, in a river valley, closed in my mountains, a deep canyon that ranged from 1/4 to a few miles wide. There were places where the road was carved into the canyon cliffs, with a fall down into the river below and there were wider valleys that made room for truck farming, but life centered on logging. It was rural, so I was surprised when I got a call saying school was closed and there was just a dusting of snow, barely two inches. I thought it was a prank and went to school anyway, discovering it was closed. Deciding to take advantage of a weekday off, I decided to drive to the State Capitol and take a tour.

It was then I discovered why they closed school for a light snowfall. Driving up one of the big hills, the traffic was so slow the cars lacked the speed that would keep them from sliding backwards, pulled by gravity on the slick highway. It was quite frightening, more frightening than anything that had ever happened to me in a car before. I managed to avoid them as I chugged up the hill, but it was nerve-wracking. I am sure they thought I was a speedster, but really, I just understood the laws of physics.
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The Story of Nisse

It's a Fine Day For Moving

“Where’s the measuring tape? Did you move it?”

“I didn’t touch it.”

“Must have been the Tomte.”


“Who ate the last piece of gingerbread.”

“Not me”

“The Tomtenisse, then.”


The Norwegian Nisse, the Swedish Tomtenisse or Tomte, and the Finnish Tonttu are always convenient when something is missing, though they also are credited with bringing good luck sometimes. Mostly though, they were seen as tricksters. My favorite story about the Nisse was one told to me by one of our old neighbors whose Norwegian accent was so strong that even the bears in his stories had accents. “The bear, he went, oomph-ya!”

So the village of Geiranger was beset by a Nisse who was constantly leaving the cattle gate open or letting the sheep loose in the square. He would toss pinecones down the chimney and put vinegar in the lemonade. He made them so unhappy, they decided to just pack up the whole town and move across the fjord to Hellesylt.

And so they did. With great stealth, because Nisse can be anywhere and everywhere, the people of Geiranger put their clothing and household items into barrels, to look like they were going to market. And then one day, as the Nisse was sleeping, they put all their stuff on carts, and drove all their pigs, sheep, and cattle to Hellesylt. The entire town moved in just one day. Every man, woman, child and mouse.

They slept that night, a righteous sleep of relief and exhaustion. It was hard to start over, but they were certain the Nisse, bound to the land, was left behind. But then, when they got up in the morning and went to draw water, who should they see relaxing on the well housing but Nisse, who stretched and smiled, and said, “It’s a fine day for moving.”

Mon Cheri Nisse Greta & Hans Red Rare @ Arcade
Ariskea Winter in Canada Cabin @ Arcade
Kalopsia Metal Deer @ Arcade
Rustica Charles Browne Xmas Tree

Hello Cold Weather

Hello Cold Days

December is here and that means Christmas! and The Arcade! and it is up for debate which is more exciting. It’s so easy to go the red and green route for the holidays, but I resisted, buoyed by the gorgeous Camellia lights from {anc} over in the corner. I went for pinks and turquoises, think Miami meets Idaho. I liberally used the edit menu to tint my furnishings just a bit and even retexture a few things such as the runner on the side table. I know it’s a blend of modern and traditional that should clash, but it doesn’t. I think of Simon de Pury when I decorate, “Be bold, be brave, be amazing.” Why not mix modern settees with traditional cupboards and folk art and deco end tables? If you can make harmony of contradiction, then it’s not just bold, it is amazing.

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Lots of Living to Do

No place like home

Nine more hours to pull your heart out. I am particularly fond of the YS & YS buffet. It’s very retro-mod. Don Draper might have it in his living room.

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A Blogger’s Work is Never Done

No place like home

The Arcade ends tomorrow and if you’re a blogger, you really should drop by Le Primitif’s machine and give it a few pulls because it is a gift to bloggers. There’s a desk, a PC, a phone, a cup of coffee, shelving, boxes of unopened stuff to blog and even a clothing rack full of clothes to blog. The PC that you get shows the time, but I changed the desktop picture to match my own desktop. Here’s a link if you want the picture for your own desktop.

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