There might be a little confusion regarding my level of leisure around these parts because of the recent article in The Atlantic where I was mentioned. It was a lot of fun to be a part of the project and I really did enjoy it. But I do think the author didn’t really understand that a blogger WORKS around these parts.
In fact, let’s face it – it’s my job here on the grid. I’m a writer and a sharer of fashion and other things to enhance your digital life. Sometimes I tell stories, sometimes I blather on about things I like. That’s who I am and what I do.
To start with there’s a lot of shopping involved. No one is invited to cover ALL the events (although that’d be nice yo) so no matter how many how many events you’re an official blogger for you’re still going to go place to place doing a bit of shopping. Usually in stilettos. Continue reading →
So today has been an emotional one. A year ago today my sister died after a long battle with cancer. Today, her granddaughter brought her first great-grandchild – an entirely new generation – into the world. Isn’t that magical? She was due last week, but she waited several days to arrive on the most perfect day she could. So forgive me for not describing much, it’s hard to see the screen through tears, though they are more happy ones than sad ones.
They say you shouldn’t drink alone and I suppose that’s true, I can tend to get maudlin or too happy or sometimes both things depending on the time of day. My Sunday had a lot of shopping and some visiting planned but I only got to the shopping, so I decided to stay in and have some dinner and tv alone.
It felt like a great plan at the time.
Halfway into the bottle of red though I just began to feel like I’d wasted a day and maybe I should’ve gotten more done. Who knows our SL time runs so fast, it’s difficult to get to everything, or heck to anything some days, with all the body switch and head switching I do.
Sigh, I think I wasted my day. Isn’t it a terrible feeling? There was only one solution for it. Watch movies and cry. Continue reading →
You have a few hours to get to Collabor88 before this deliciously neutral theme goes away and the rich harvest colors come in. It will be good as well, but I have a love of neutrals and the romantic delicacies that were the highlight of September. This sweater from The Secret Store beautiful encapsulates the September SweetCheeks theme with its lace and pearl buttons.
Baiastice’s Chause trousers are a lovely illustration that neutrals can be bold. Continue reading →
Collabor88’s theme for its August Birthday celebration is Plastic Fantastic. In my first life, I would not be caught dead wearing plastic, but this is not first life. Here I don’t have to worry about whether fabrics breathe and my avatar does not sweat, so there are no fetid swamps of trapped and suffocating skin. Instead, we have the bright, shiny flash of plastic. I like the dress from Baiastice that takes advantage of plastics best qualities to give us that flirty hem and gleaming sheen. Continue reading →
This month’s Collabor88 theme of Roadtrip has had me singing various ROAD songs from the old Bing Crosby and Bob Hope ROAD TO… movies. They are terrible, they are camp, but good grief they can still give me a giggle.
They remind me of being little and them being on the local channels on a Saturday or Sunday morning, appropriate family fare on a family day. Continue reading →
I just read two books back to back that made me realize there is this whole genre of books with a similar form. I have read many of them over the years, but never realized what they were. I decided to call this genre Brilliant Friends books after Elena Ferrante’s magical Neapolitan Quartet and its first book My Brilliant Friend. The stories are all told by an adult woman looking back on an intense high school friendship that was formative, changing their lives in some way or another. The narrator is the more subdued friend, the quiet one, the follower who is remembering the brilliant, defiant, bold, brave and ultimately tragic friend. Tragedy can take many forms, not just death, but always, the narrator ends in a better place than the brilliant friend. Thinking about it, both the books I just read (Marlena and Please Proceed to the Exit) fit that model but not just them. There’s The Girls by Emma Cline, The Roanoke Girls by Amy Engel, even All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda, a mystery has the brilliant friend disappear, runaway or murder victim.