I had to have the PINK Convertible from Consignment at THE ARCADE this month and as a result, my friends got cars. YAY for my friends right? But I DID end up with the pink eventually which is really all that matters.
The month of May might mean flowers and bright colors to you, but to those of us from Indianapolis it only means one important thing.
THE INDY 500.
I’ve written about it before, but let me assure you it’s not changed. Black and white rule the day and I’m delighted to have realized it’s TIME and to be here to celebrate this time of the absence of color. We love black and white, and you might be surprised to learn that despite this being a hot sweaty mess of a race day, there are a lot of quite elegant events that accompany it – and everyone, I mean EVERYONE is dressed in Black and White. Continue reading →
The first time I ever visited Cajsa at her house, she lived underwater. This isn’t to say she lived in some kind of bubble house underwater, she actually lived underwater. It was the fist time it had occurred to me that since the rules of breathing were not a necessity any longer that one could just live in a house underwater – just for fun.
One hot bath and a pair of new heels from Garbaggio and I’m ready to take on the world today. I’m enamored of these Georgia peeptoe shoes – I’m always a sucker for a cute pair that shows off my pedicure. Continue reading →
I get that way sometimes when someone is blathering on in a crazy way.
If ten people do the same thing you do without drama, and you are constantly being “dragged into drama” perhaps just perhaps …..it’s you.
Some things this veteran old blogger can tell you which can, in fact, help you decrease your level of drama are as follows.
No one is copying your style. No one. If someone IS copying your style please refer to the first sentence. There is a limited number of heads, bodies, and clothes in this world. If someone happens to recreate what you did – or hell just likes the way you did it and dresses up like that too – IT DOES NOT MATTER. Your style is way more than the thinks you choose to wear. If it’s not – you fail.
If you aren’t getting paid you don’t have sponsors quit rambling on about it.
You are not obligated to 23589723948 blog posts a day. If you DO that many blog posts a day don’t bitch about it. No one requires you to do that.
Creators are right to have expectations, as well do events. That doesn’t mean they own you. Flailing about regarding your “obligations” is just weird bragging. Don’t bitch and moan. Do what you’re supposed to do and move along. OR DON’T SIGN UP FOR MORE THAN YOU CAN SUPPORT.
My eleventh rezz day came and I had no plans. I wasn’t even bothered by this, but when I was surprised with a shopping trip to the Frou Frou event I have to admit, I was fairly tickled. Sasy took me around and we pondered if her buying me this much lingerie meant she was my GF.
After a ridiculous yet wonderful spree, I dropped some furniture down at the new house and settled in for the night. I’d picked up the perfect lounging pajamas from Miss Chelsea – so I feel like this was a complete win overall.
I don’t have a lot of fears and phobias. In fact, I can assuredly say my list of these things is very short. But one thing that I struggle with is the horror show that is OCTOPUS. This creature of the sea is one of the few recurring childhood nightmares that I can recall. I’m told it’s probably because of 20,000 Leagues under the Sea. I have not bothered to watch this movie to verify this fact, however. If it is – I don’t want to know. Continue reading →
I often wonder who it is I should thank for my vagina these days.
Back before we had mesh bodies, it was always a moment of awkward pause when I would realize my friend Hart, who is a good friend AND a skinner, had actually seen me naked because he’d LITERALLY CREATED ALL MY NAUGHTY BITS. Continue reading →