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A-Frame Life

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Growing up on a resort lake with twenty-one year round residents, but thousands of weekenders who flood the lake and live in the more the hundreds of lakefront cabins that are empty most of the year, I am very familiar with A-frames. Lots of people bought A-Frame kits or pre-made A-Frames, much faster than the old-fashioned bungalow style cabins that signal older homes on the lake. This A-Frame from Barnesworth Anubis has an advantage over many of the lake front cabins as the ceiling rests on a short bit of vertical wall. The A-frames on the lake often did not have that bonus, which often meant a lot of space behind the couch when it was shoved against the wall and sometimes a clunk on your head. A-frame weekenders almost never came for winter ice-fishing, their cabins hard to heat with what heat they had rising to the ceiling and escaping from the lakefront windows. But they sure are pretty when you’re out in the canoe late at night, all the light from their wall of windows facing the lake, so bright and illuminated in contrast to the smaller windows on the bungalows. Kind of like big jewels in a necklace of smaller stones.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

A-frame homes are very open plan. After all, walls interfere with the loft of those high ceilings. Here a rug and the Scarlet Creative Venice couch back serve to mark space for dining from space for lounging.  Lots of plants along the windows are a requirement when you have that kind of window exposure. Otherwise, you would be wasting the sunshine, wouldn’t you?

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Life Is Uncertain, Eat Dessert First

Life is uncertain, eat dessert first.

The veggie tray, apple pie, salt and pepper shakers and waffle iron can all be found at The Arcade.

The uncertainties of life are manifest every day. Some uncertainties are harder than others. My sister has Stage IV lung cancer. But her future is still uncertain, it’s quite possible the chemo will kill her long before the cancer can. She’s been in the hospital for two weeks now as a mold has developed in her lungs, thanks to chemo bringing her white blood cell count down to zero. On Thursday, I learned she has developed VRE, a anti-biotic resistant bacteria similar but much more rare than MRSA, the OMG of countless House episodes. Of course, because when you are going to ER three times a day for 90 minute infusions of antibiotics, you develop anti-biotic resistant bacteria. I think it is time for her to eat a lot of dessert. Ice cream, apple pie, chocolate cake, brownies and coffee nips. Go for it!
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Throw Some Southern Shade

I had a tremendous giggle when I saw the name of one of EXILE’S hairs for Collabor88 this month. Southern Shade might evoke images of willow treas, or Georgia pine cooling you down on a humid southern morning.

Or if you’re me, and your typist is a girl living in the south of the US immediately you come to think of all those terms that sound nice but just aren’t – most of the time anyway. Continue reading

Who Was I Kidding About Staying In?

I’ve got new hair and a perfect summer dress from FISSION – why on earth would I stay in ! I can sleep when I’m dead, I tell you!

If you haven’t popped over to FISSION lately let me get you a taxi – it’s a great shop for retro-inspired clothes that are fun and not stuffy or boring. I highly recommend you get over there for something fresh and new in your SL wardrobe, you won’t be sorry. Continue reading

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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The Kitchen is the Heart of the Home

No place like home

My mom once said you can always tell how close someone feels to you when you visit them. If they sit you down in the living room, you’re not that close. If they sit you down at the kitchen table, you’re just like family. Of course, that presumes you live in a home with a kitchen big enough for a table of guests and not in an apartment with a kitchen that feels crowded when the cat comes in to watch you cook.

Fortunately, Barnesworth Anubis’s henlopen cottage from Collabor88 is big enough for kitchen friends. I added the beautiful cabinet from DRD’s Arcade gacha in the kitchen. It was a white white which made my kitchen walls look faded, so I tinted the wood. I love creators who let us do that.

The Arcade closes at midnight tomorrow so get going and get pulling because your time is running short. 
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Back in My Own Bed

No place like home

It’s funny how good it feels to sleep in your own bed again after traveling. It is not that any of the places I stayed had uncomfortable beds. They were all lovely, but sure enough, back in my own bed, I slept longer with fewer interruptions. Why? I think it must be the sounds. At both my sisters’ houses it was just too quiet. No cars passing, no sirens, no garbage trucks at 5 AM. Instead, it was silent except for the chirps and rattles of the martins, the long whistles of the cardinals and orioles, and the shrieks of blue jays. My one sister is quite a birder with special houses and feeders, though it was kind fun and frustrating watching a squirrel carrying off the oranges she put out for the orioles. This bed is from DRD, part of the wonderful romantic collection released for The Arcade. The lovely letter and rose petals came from Fancy Decor at The Arcade, but it is more fun to pretend they came from a long lost love.
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Visiting Cajsa

I am visiting Cajsa but she’s not home. So I’m touching all her stuff while she isn’t here. No one tell her.

We live on islets facing one another, and it reminds me of a fond time in SL from my ancient past. A friend had a swath of land with little islets all together and it was a lovely, idyllic little place to live for a long time. It’s like living with one’s friends yet living alone with freedom and privacy too. I rather like it. Continue reading

Boho and Pup

I tend to love the end of events, those last days when I don’t have to fight the throngs of people to get in. I don’t have to fight to see the vendor or deal with the crashy nature of too many avatars pulling around too many other avatars on leashes. Continue reading