I miss Gidge, don’t you? She’s been offline a lot for a very good reason, all her energy going into making a baby so she’s sleeping and napping and sleeping some more. And that’s all good if it means a happy, healthy baby in April. But I still miss her and the blog really misses her posts. She’s so funny and so much fun to pal around with.
And you know she would come up with some clever title to highlight the name of the store for this gorgeous jacket/dress. It’s a lovely tweed with frog toggle closures running up the front. Other great details include the slightly puffed sleeves and cuffs. Though the skirt prim is not open in the front, making it a dress, not a jacket, I decided to squint and think of it as a jacket anyway and wore it with the great tweed pants from Zona Cero.
Waking up stiff and cold, huddled in the back seat of a rusted out Nash Metro that I pulled over somewhere off the highway outside Las Vegas, I stretched and squinted past my knees wincing at the light bouncing off the white sands of the desert plains. I grabbed my bottle of whiskey to quench my dry mouth and saw I had emptied it in the night and unfortunately for my head, I didn’t spill a drop. A Soweto beat booming in my head from the mix of whiskey, chips and salsa and whatever else I could grab at the Arcade, I crawled out of the car and decided to end this little experiment in Gonzo writing by rezzing the huge box of promotional items from Fear & Clothing – the best named store in Second Life. The first thing I tried on was this Sharkskin Red Striped jacket that I completely fell in love with.
Wouldn’t it be lovely to be able to wear all the lovely winter wools and layers and run around in the snow and ice and have your feet stay warm, dry and toasty? Wait, it’s Second Life and I can. Whee! As someone who grew up in the Minnesota Northwoods – who remembers the joy of touching a frozen metal stair rail with my tongue at age five and recalls my hand sticking to the door handle of my dad’s car, I so love living in a warmer place that seldom sees a flake of snow. But I would have occasional bouts of nostalgia for the sparking beauty of winter snow, of hoarfrost on the trees and all the loveliness that winter brings. Second Life gives me a taste of that without the chapped lips and runny nose. And so I can dress for these winter wonderlands in lovely wools such as this Zona Cero coat and this Boom sweater.