“This was when the aging smokestacks atop the monumental factories began to shut off one by one. There were still plenty left running to keep the air over Detroit filled with that choking industrial aptitude, but you were never far from a hollowed-out factory, massive steel tubes on the roofs pointing up toward the sky with nothing left inside but dust and cobwebs. These giant pillars of concrete and metal now jutted high like extended index fingers from broken and casted hands, pointing toward something they would never touch.”
― Michael A. Ferro, TITLE 13: A Novel
The Arcade closes at midnight Saturday and if you let that happen without picking up the fabulous industrial pieces from NOMAD, you will miss out. The gacha has the delicious name of My Cozy Little Industrial Facility that cracks me up in the best possible way. Continue reading →
When I saw the Tentacio kimono outfit for The Arcade was named Midory, I had to try it. When I was in college, one of my friends was a student from Japan named Midori. Midori and Midory are the same, when languages written in other alphabets are written in our alphabet, the transliteration may vary. She came home with me for Thanksgiving and Christmas and I remember we put on quite the feast with steamed cucumbers stuffed with pork, gyoza, tempura, and other tasty foods. She had a few kimonos and insisted on dressing me up in one of hers. It was very fancy and after she wrapped that obi around my waist again and again and again, I thought I would never need a jacket. So here’s to Midori, who, to be honest, I cannot imagine ever wearing anything so short as this dress that bears her name.
My first thought today was to find some sort of horrible St Patrick’s Day nightmare and blog it as though I thought it were fitting.
But hell I’ve done that for almost a decade so I decide nah, let it go finally. I mean it’s not like Shamrock Pasties and butt plugs are in short supply on Marketplace, if one is so inclined. Yet I just wasn’t feeling it.
I guess I’m just in a “Let me stand in front of this giant bear holding an umbrella” sort of mood. What can I say? Continue reading →
22769 has a beautiful conch shell in their “Fisherman’s Delight” gacha at The Arcade. They have two great gachas there, one for picnickers and one for fishing fans. I was thrilled to find it because the oldest family heirloom in my family is a large conch shell. My seventh great-grandfather picked it up on the beach almost 370 years ago while on his honeymoon in Barbados in 1649. It has been passed down ever since and my cousin, being the eldest son of the eldest son, has it in his living room on a buffet similar to this one from Fancy Decor (another Arcade find.)
I made myself a nice breakfast in the hopes that it would inspire me to get moving and shaking today. I’ve got shopping and cleaning and lots of SLing to do. Alas, I’m sleepy and just want to sit here. Continue reading →
Getting ready in the morning is never a trial yet, I have to admit I dread it. I never know what I’m going to be getting up to, so it’s hard to make an informed decision about what to wear. Fur? Cocktail dress? Jeans?
NyuNyu Moon has this lovely qipao (cheongsam) at Kurenai.It comes in eight options, this brocade in red and black, plus six pastel and vibrant florals. This is exclusive to Kurenai which ends tomorrow, so if you don’t rush over there now, you won’t get another chance. Of course, many people make cheongsam’s but few have the excellent rigging and quality construction of NYU. Continue reading →
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.
Your heart’s desire isn’t necessarily your mind’s. People say the heart wants what it wants. But what about the rest of you? What if your soul requires one thing? What if your hands and feet require another? And what about “What you can stomach?” Your stomach has needs of it’s own, that have nothing to done with one’s heart.
There are things you feel in your bones. What if your heart doesn’t know about them?
What if your heart is a selfish ridiculous organ with no regard for the rest of your entity? Continue reading →