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Be like a peacock and dance with all your beauty

Be like a peacock and dance with all of your beauty.

Peacocks are glorious creatures, peahens are so dowdy by their side. Aren’t we lucky that both the male and the female of our species can, if they choose, be as gaudy as a peacock or as subtle as a peahen? I am going for the gaudy side today with this gloriously embellished butterfly “Glasswings” dress from Reverie for The Arcade.

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The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

Self-help has not changed much since 160 C.E. when Marcus Aurelius was journaling. His published Meditations are a twelve-volume collection of self-help books that are in the public domain, free to anyone to download for their fill of his “Think Yourself” [insert desired quality here] philosophy.

You probably think I am kidding. I am not. Here’s a bit of the self-help advice from good old Marky A.

  • Yes, you can—if you do everything as if it were the last thing you were doing in your life.
  • You don’t love yourself enough. Or you’d love your nature too, and what it demands of you.
  • Nothing happens to anyone that he can’t endure. (Absolute baloney)
  • Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one.

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Blue is a deeply sneaky color.

“How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?

 

How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?

You cannot get a grip on blue.

Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak, a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day.

Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways, a slippery trickster.

This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth. ‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color.” 

― Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art

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Petit Chat at Fashion Week

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Trinity Yazimoto of Petit Chat is doing something intriguing with her textiles in her Fashion Week collection. She is texturing her clothing with fabrics created from Second Life® photos that she took. In Sweet Mnemosyne, the outfit I am wearing, she using a picture of a woman in a giant bird cage in a field of flowers. I am excited to see someone using Second Life to create clothing textures as it is something new that I have not seen before.

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Slumber Party With The Girls

My friend Isla said SLUMBER PARTY so that was my cue to run get new jammies. I LOVE pajamas, creators, we need MORE MORE MORE. Not slutwear. Pajamas. I found these a  place I ran into in SEARCH – called Plowwies. Tons of jammies and matching slippers so, after slathering on some avocado face mask and rolling my hair I was set for a night in with the girls. Continue reading

Morning Lounge – A Vintage Fair Preview

Wednesday is never easy. People try to pop around happy proclaiming Happy Hump day or other inane blather but to me, it’s like omg, the weekend – so FAR away. This morning I couldn’t be arsed to do more than lay about my house and consider getting up. Just consider it. Continue reading

Fame Shed and The Gary Gacha

So first of all I should say, I know full WELL that it’s not called FAME SHED. However, there was a whole slew of conversation about how one says the name of this event, and someone had asked if it was called FAME SHED – hell I think Cajsa even did a poll.

The truth is, mnemonic devices are effective, and while there are more events on the grid than you can shake a stick at – the ones with names I can remember are the ones that I patronize. So – while I know it’s faMESHed – it’s Fame Shed to me.

And more importantly – I went shopping there because I remembered it. Oh and bcse Vaki  told me I should. Continue reading