I am a little excited cuz I joined an SL book club. It might sound silly but I never do stuff very much other than work, and the occasional party so to have a planned SL activity plus yay BOOKS, I was excited.
My friend Owly has been quoting from this book for days, and eventually I was so intrigued I had to ask about it and then next thing I knew I was reserving the book at the library and then I was making plans to attend. Continue reading
She was the walking incarnation of the karma wheel, was Milly. She did good things, good things happened. She did bad things, bad things happened. Yet just like the old witchcraft rules, her evil returned to her threefold (although who is doing that counting is always somewhat suspect to me).
Born in the coal mining hills of West Virginia, the 9th of 13 children, Milly was born into poverty. Her exhausted mother looked at the two nurses who had just come to the house to deliver her and asked “What are your names?”. Sister Imelda and Sister Ann they were, and thus – Imelda Ann was named – called Milly. Continue reading
Every week Ivey Deschanel releases a new note card with another play on her stores infamous name. I’m not sure how she keeps it fresh, but I always secretly giggle a bit. Cajsa helped me with my inventory when I was sick once, and she was horrified to discover hundreds of new release notecards from Sn@tch.
They entertain me, what can I say? Continue reading
Whimsy and fun are half the reason I log in to SL. The other half is clearly the wry repartee. Continue reading
It had been so long since I took my Bloom Doll out for fun that I couldn’t resist playing with her last night. I wondered how and if she’d work with mesh and voila, first try an XS fits her just fine. Continue reading
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
As Cajsa so eloquently put it, Hair Fair culminates today in us taking off our hair to celebrate the beauty inside of us all. Our hair is a mane that speaks to the world before we open our mouths, but how much more important is our character and person than that? A thousandfold.
It’s why I am ecstatic every year when Hair Fair occurs. Not because we love hair (we do). But because it’s about something bigger and more important than our hair do’s and blogger selves.
I want to thank Sasy Scarborough and her amazing team for once again putting on an event to be proud of, an event that speaks to us all and shows us that real beauty is more than the sum of our parts.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.
~ Audrey Hepburn
Your Shopping List:
Shape: Savoir Faire – Gidge
Skin: Glam Affair – ROZA I’m Crazy – VIOLET
Bikini – Miamai – Jennie – Lme
Shoes: Lassitude & Ennui – Nyrha Sandals – White
Nails: Leverocci – Mesh nails – white
Bandana – Hair Fair 2012 Bandana Day
Lashes: Amacci Tattoo Layer Lashes
Poses: Status
I am notorious for missing things. A floating necklace, a hand intersecting something, my hair stuck in my boob, or arm, or shoulder. So you see, I took a lot of time with this post. I scrolled through most of Cajsa’s hair fair posts looking for which ‘do I wanted to wear. I had this heart ring from Callie Cline I wanted to wear and I’d been working up this romantical dreamy post all day.
It was going to be smooshy and lovey and say stuff about my heart and love, and be kind of emotionally swirly and if it was about you, you’d at least crack a smile and possibly a woody. Continue reading
There are two ladies that write for this blog who spent their childhoods with their long hair braided and wrapped around their heads. Their mothers would wrap their hair so tightly, that it would stay in place days if it needed to. I was one of those girls. I will give you a hint, the other one is a red head. Continue reading
Logo hair falls into the category of “Brand I forgot I liked”. Which is exactly another reason why I love Hair Fair, because it’s impossible to remember every brand but getting refreshed that you like something brings them back to the front of your shopping mind. Continue reading