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For Elyse – Tuli’s Release for Skin Fair 2013

Gold Girl

I went to bed shoeless, wondering what shoes would work with this breezy new dress from One Bad Pixel. But morning came and I had an epiphany.

Never doubt the power of a blogger who creates clean, memorable images. This morning, I work up and my first thought was – “G Field, that’s where I’ll go. Gogo always wear’s G Field and they’ll work great.” Continue reading

There Was A Girl Named Isabella

I Need A Book for My Commute

 

My mother went to college with a girl named Isabella whose exploits were always retold with relish and laughter, when she and her friends gathered. There was the time Isabella broke up with her fiancee and threw his two carat diamond ring back in his face. There was the time Isabella almost married a real prince. There was the tragedy of the time her true love died in Vietnam, and well she was never the same. Continue reading

Snowbound

Too Much Weather

 

I had plans to go out and do some shopping and maybe have a little lunch, but the wind howling through the pines and the snow accumulating on my windows told me that I’d best order in, and make no plans for this wintry day. Continue reading

Talk About….Pop Music, Pop Pop Pop Musik

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Before MTV, HBO used to do “Music Shorts” which were quickly renamed “Music Videos” and in between movies, you might get two or three videos. It’s the place I saw POP MUSIC (1979 for you non believers) video first. I also saw “Video killed the Radio Star” and other late 70s precursors to 80s pop.  A lot of great 80s music, iconic pieces even, launched in 1979.

Apparently the 80s couldn’t wait to get started. Continue reading

Lost

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But well dressed.
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Which is really all that matters.

Gidge Is Wearing:

Manicure: [ PXL ] Manicure – Black
Miamai_Anigma Alpha
Lashes: Amacci – Eyelash Tattoo 6
Jewels: (Donna Flora) MIRELLA Hair: ::Exile:: Stay the Night:Vanilla
Statement Ring: Dark Mouse Statement Ring – Brilliance (Right)
Wedding Ring:EarthStones Destiny Bridal Set – Gold
Gown: Miamai_Anigma M
Shape: Gidge ~Savoir Faire Shapes~
Skin: [PXL] KATE NAT 7Sins LUST (RARE)
Eyes: Poetic Colors -classic – coral reef (m) bright

Upskirting for Brumly

Upskirting for Brumly

 

My friend has been blathering on in her “I am always right” sort of way that I needed to download Niran’s viewer because it makes Firestorm look like an old bag lady. Only she wasn’t so polite.

I’ve been an old Firestorm girl but since the gridlines and big black box issues, I just stopped taking pics in it mostly because I can’t FIX them. So today, before I logged in to shop, I downloaded Niran’s. The rest, is history. Continue reading

A Sense of Poise and Rationality

Poise_010I was musing over my new pet peeve this morning as I lounged around in my comfy jammies.

Rudeness.

There are lots of forms of it on the internets, but this one is getting to me. Someone will blog or post on FLICKR “hey I’m going to be gone” only to be met hither and yon with “no one cares.” Continue reading

The Pixel Gidge at Six

A Night Out with Sasy, Whimsy, and Anessa

I had just wrapped up my FLF shopping when Sasy insisted I come out and be festive for a while. Her suggestion for festive was to start at Bewbapalooza or however it’s spelled. It’s a sale event (I dunno if discounted) for the wearers of the mesh boobs. It’s also carnival themed and Whimsy played the strong man game and won me a popsicle. YAY POPSICLE.

Anessa Stine joined us and fondled her boobs as we wandered around looking at the items.

It was somewhere about that time, that Sasy said “It’s your REZ DAY!”

OMG. It was my rez day and I didn’t even know it. SL Old Age kicks in.

Dream and Believe

We popped over to the Men’s Department sale next and while Whimsy oooo’d over kilts (and the lack of underwear beneath I think) I grabbed the free gift from Handverk – a red scale clutch. There is probably some humor in the fact that the gift at the Men’s Department sale is for women. Or, men who carry a red scale murse. Continue reading