I love the fabric in the Adima dress from Baiastice. The black on brown print gives the dress a hint of bygone eras juxtaposed with the modern form of the dress with its short skirt of multiple layers of ruffles, netting and poufs.
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Tag Archives: Exile
Summer Days
You would think June would feel summery in the northern hemisphere. right? Well, I don’t have the heat on, but it’s still more chilly than warm. Thank goodness for SL where I can find lovely sunny places and don”t nned a sweater. Isn’t this LiNe dress celebrating Chic Managment’s First Year just about perfect? Now if only the RL weather would shape up.
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Friends

I make my friends in the strangest ways. Usually, I start out not liking them. There’s the girl who used to come and decorate my desk for holidays. I finally complained to the VP – “Why does that WOMAN come and touch my stuff? Can’t she decorate someone ELSES desk?”
She became one of my best friends. Continue reading
Moody Mondays – There Is Still Time!

If I had my crap together at all I’d blog every single item for sale at Moody Monday’s because really, it’s all so much fun and awesome.
I, however, do NOT.
I Fell Down a Rabbit Hole

So I went to a place called the Green Gables Cafe but before I even got inside the little cafe, I saw a little door and a March Hare – and I just had to see what was on the other side. I was instantly transported into a magical little tea party. Continue reading
Come UnDone

Mine,
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It's the End of the World as We Know It
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane –
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn –
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right – right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
I am pretty sure that when Emery created this gorgeous ombre minidress for The Dressing Room, they didn’t envision the End of the Word as We Know It, but I took a trip to Thinis and looked at their vision of the end of the world and I Feel Fine. Especially in this gorgeous dress and the fabulous new shoes from Lelutka.
We Are Legion

One of the scariest concepts to me, regarding demons is the whole phrase “WE ARE LEGION”.
I mean, that’s a lot right? I’m not sure if it’s in the EXORCIST but I know it’s in the Bible, the whole WE ARE LEGION thing.

I mean, it always seems like ONE demon is capable of so much havoc. Does their NEED to be a legion? That just seems like overkill of the Hollywood sort, to me. Continue reading
Strawberry Pie & Country Chic
When I saw the new G2 Patched Jeans from WoE, I thought they would look so good with the new Country Chic collection from L’ABel. I just love the synchronicity of Second Life® which dictates that things that work well together come to us around the same time. The actual principle is the Linden Law of Meaningful Coincidence located in the Terms of Service section titled, The Collective Unconscious and Second Life. Look it up!
Any doubts you may have about Second Life and the Acausal Connecting Principle will be squashed when you consider that at the same time, Gos released these Pimp Your Pumps Buckle Ballet flats. As you can clearly see, synchronicity is the law of the land in Second Life.
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Guest Lipsticks Are For Borrowing

Once upon a time, I worked in an office with a very strict dress code. The only exception being Fridays – when you could freely where jeans and sweats or whatever slag-wear you had handy at the foot of the bed. Continue reading






