I stopped by Groenland today for a short visit. Most of the mass of Greenland is ice, but not on this sim. I guess it’s in one of the areas where the ice has been melting. It reminded me of “Rotten Ice” an excellent article in Harpers by Gretel Ehrlich. It seemed appropriate during the cold snap affecting much of America which prompted the popular-vote-losing President to show he does not know the difference between climate and weather. Sadly, far too many politicians don’t know the difference or they pretend not to know. Sometimes it’s hard to believe they are that ignorant, then I listen to Louis Gohmert and realize there’s no such thing as not too ignorant.
Every holiday season I am amused by our avatar’s seeming imperviousness to cold. We rush about with open-toed shoes and barely there dresses in the snow and ice and not one of us feels a bit of cold. This gorgeous dress by Cynful for Collabor88 would be all covered up by a heavy coat in the real world.
I am loving the outfit released by Zaara for Collabor88 this month. The February C88 showcased folk designs and how appropriate that Zaara release something representative of her country’s traditional, and still current, fashions.
Don’t Mix Prints! That was once the conventional rule of fashion, but again and again, people have flouted the rule with great success. It’s tricky and can look atrocious, but folks who can mix prints well are among the most exciting fashion designers and icons. Gia Seorn of Gizza knows how to mix prints. The collection of five Tracy Strapless dresses recently released by Gizza is a masterclass in mixing prints.
Thalia Heckroth™ released a fun new jacket that I added to dress. I love sleeves, so often add a jacket over strapless tops and dresses. The details are perfect and happily fits comfortably over a dress. My pet peeve with mesh jackets is that they too often can only be worn with applied textures or with a set piece made just for that particular jacket. I love to find jackets that I can wear with other brands.
I am so in love with this Blaire blouse from Blueberry, mainly because of the attention to detail. Look at those perfect seams, the pockets, the buttons, the cuffs. Everything about that blouse is exquisite in the details, even the wrinkling around the elbows. To top it off, the blouse is released with a tucked and untucked version. When something so simple and basic as a white shirt is elevated with these kinds of details, that is when clothing becomes fashion. Even better, there is a HUD that lets you choose from many colors for the fabric and the buttons.
Zaara released a wonderful three-part outfit at Collabor88 this month. I always prefer it when designers release their outfits as separates. This allows us to wear the tops with other skirts, shorts, or jeans. We can wear different tops, even sweaters, with the skirt. To top it all off, there is this beautiful belt that is a perfect complement to the skirt, but I can picture looking fabulous on a sweater or body-con dress.
I stopped by Eternal Flame, a sim with a spare, ascetic ambiance of bitter winter, because it will be closed to the public soon. It made me think of T.S. Eliot’s Little Gidding, part of his Four Quartets that secured for him the Nobel Prize in Literature. He wrote this after his conversation and the poem itself is very much a religious poem, but much of it still speaks to me.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart’s heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul’s sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time’s covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable Zero summer?
The poem seems apt for this bright and sunny New Year’s Day, especially the lines from the second section of the poem, “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.” Do I have a new language for this new year? I wonder…