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The Love We Think We Deserve

Moments happen unexpectedly. Sometimes you can be just talking and you realize connections are forming, bonds are tightening and you didn’t see them coming at all. It’s those moments that can be bliss, joy, and all the other breathless good things that come from unexpected happiness. Continue reading

a tangle of mysterious prejudices

It is here in my heart and mind and memories

Baiastice Turban at Hair Fair Bandana Booth

The writer Shana Alexander wrote,”Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.” This was brought home to me when visiting my sister who has lost her hair to chemotherapy. Most of the time, she wore a jaunty cap on her head, but she also had a couple wigs. One for each time she got cancer. Get cancer, win a prize! She would dither over what to wear, trying on hats, scarves and her two wigs, turning her head this way and that. It was terribly important because it, more than anything else, allows her to feel normal, to go out into the world without confronting the avid concern of the people she encounters. She does not want her cancer to be prayed over or a topic of conversation. She knows what will be will be and she’s doing her damnedest to struggle to live well while she is living.

It is here in my heart and mind and memories

Kunglers Milena Earrings and El Dorado Necklace.

Imagine for a moment, how much more important that must be for a child. To not have to deal with questions or pity. Pity is hard to take. It is corrosive and erodes your sense of self, your agency, your power. Does anyone really, deep in their hearts, want pity? Compassion, understanding, empathy? Yes, a thousand times, but pity? Never.

Children feel the same emotions that adults do, but they don’t necessarily have the tools to protect themselves from intrusive curiosity or well-meaning but painful pity, or even worse, the mockery of unkind and unthinking children. For them, a wig can be a shield from pain, the armor of confidence. That is why Hair Fair is so important – raising funds to buy wigs for children suffering for whatever kind of hair loss, whether from alopecia or from chemotherapy.

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Buckle Up for Hair Fair

Buckled Up for Hair Fair

I decided it is time to buckle up for Hair Fair and how better to do that than with the fabulously buckled dress from Zenith at Collabor88 this month. I added the incredible Bastet arm bands from Pixicat that were released at Arcade about 6 months ago and a pair of sunglasses from this month’s Baiastice releases for Collabor88.
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Swing Chairs and Kittycats

I spent 30 minutes looking for this cat this morning. I could’ve just used my HUD finder thingy but I have so many of them I never know which one is the good one and well, to hell with it.

Eventually I found her sitting outside, beyond what I “thought” I had set her roam radius too but again, all’s well that ends well. Continue reading

As If It Were A Thing

Americans are morally obliged to do a beach thing for the 4th of July. If we can’t get to a beach we’re obliged to do some other sort of outdoor thing that is BEACH LIKE in nature. In SL of course, I have no constraints on location so I found a perfect beach spot to hang out and spend some quality me time in the sun.

I actually stumbled upon this little vacation spot quite by accident – it’s lovely, I’m putting the SLURL in my details below.  Continue reading

The Prodigal Alt Returns

It was only a matter of time before she showed back up. She arrived shortly after dawn and asked where the coffee was, as if I was supposed to have it ready. I already had a full day on my schedule, and no time right then for socializing – but she said she’d just hang out at the house and wait for me to return.

As usual she’s been living in sandboxes, tanning and wearing 1L clothes (note the Larry jeans, always 1L on MP) and generally being a mess in her SL. I wondered if I could even get her into a mesh body or would her luddite impulses prevail? Continue reading

Fighting The Elements…

I awoke depressed, certain that my future as a blogger was at an end due to the recurrence of a recent tropical depression that is a fashion icon and a MAN MAGNET. That’s right, the undefinable and incomparable Swirly Cyclone has RETURNED.

We old timers existed in her shadow, hoping to one day be as glamorous and fantastic as the amazing Swirly. When she left we all breathed a sigh of relief, we no longer had to feel second best. AT LAST we could just accept ourselves and not desperately try to be as lovely and witty as Swirly. Continue reading