So I had some time to myself after feeding my kitties and doing the usual housework and I thought SELF! You need to go out! So I dug in my closet and found some perfect clubbing clothes from House of Hucci.
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There is the Girl Who Waited who is Amelia Pond. She waited for his return, and when he did great adventures and wonder happened throughout her life. But she was spun along through her own adventures, like a rudderless boat sometimes. She wasn’t the captain, yet she was a willing participant in the chaos of adventure she was able to experience. (I won’t embrace the spoilers of the end of her adventures, as we know it’s against the rules – SPOILERS!)
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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
So many things are just a headache away from solving. Right now my head hurts. Decisions are hard, and I’m not a girl who makes them when I don’t have to. Yet here I am making decisions, shedding my skin and becoming a new girl.
It’s rather liberating. Sort of a “dance in the cold ass snow” sort of liberating.
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Cheeky Pea has a new bed out at UBER and I really like it. It’s a swirling mess of blowing silks around a lively arbor theme. She’s calling it the Woodland Tent Bed and it’s aptly named. I’d like to try it out but alas, I’m all alone over here and can’t give most of these animations a go. I’ll trust that they are lovely. Continue reading
“We got into an argument over the color of love. I said it was pink, and he said it was red. So you see, I had no other choice but to stab him.” I swear it was pure coincidence that I chose this quote by Jacob Kintz for my Flickr picture titles today and not commentary on the propensity of some people to go from I disagree to I want you to die in a heartbeat. Incidentally, Jacob Kintz is so weird in a funny weird, not creepy weird way. He makes a living, I guess, from coming up with odd one-liners, quotable quotes brought to you by internet ads and click-bait. I admire people who find ways to make this new internet information economy work for them in new and odd ways.
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I saw this quotation attributed to Plato the other night, ““We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” and thought it did not sound right. I like the idea, though, that it is tragic that people fear the light, which I take as a metaphor for knowledge and truth. It certainly is tragic for our planet when people fear the light that science can shed on the issue. Anyway, I was suspicious of the quote, thinking it sounded too modern and in researching, discovered that there seems to be a cottage industry in fake Plato quotes. It’s amazing and worth checking out for the sheer vastness of it all.
Also worth checking out is the wonderful selection of holographic inspired items from Collabor88. I particularly liked this top from Stories&Co by Flowey. I like that it has the fluidity of color that we would expect without the insistent sheen that is common in most selections. It’s not matte, but it is subdued and I like that very much.
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I have a host of things in my inventory from a time in my SL that’s a big blank to me. So as I stand here looking fashiony, I’m going to mention some things and it’s neither a cry for attention nor an excuse. It’s just you see, back in the fall I missed a lot of things.
In the course of trying to keep a handle on my inventory I keep finding things that I can’t recall ever getting. I’m beginning to worry that lovely people who I blog for might think I don’t love them, or didn’t like their things. This is probably likely as I tend to blog daily but my madness is without reason usually when choosing what I blog. I’m telling my story of those days, and so if something got passed over, alas it often stays passed over.
I was trying to think, some time ago, how I had possibly missed an event. How is it I didn’t attend? It was a truly loved event, filled with creators I admire and not one I’m likely to miss. Upon further review I realized- it was the fall.
In the fall you see, both of my parents died.
They had been sick, and within two months I found myself an adult orphan and there was a time when even if I was logged in and blogging, I simply wasn’t here. I was here, but I wasn’t present.
I don’t recall this dress or if I ever blogged it. In fact, starting September 1 I went on autopilot in both lives. I stayed there for months. I did my best to stay plugged in, to focus and do the things that were required. I have blogged a ton. Some of it was sincere, some of it was me phoning it in and I’m sure you noticed that.
I vowed when the new year came that rather than make random goals and resolutions I was simply going to be. Being is a huge thing. Being takes commitment. Being involves being present and you must actual participate in your life for it to work. I vowed to own myself, and know my worth and stop making emotional investments that were bankrupting me. I am determined to make investments where there is a return, and in those – I will make them deeply and with my whole self.
So this is me saying thank you for coming along with Gidge these months as she tried to recover. Thank you Winter, who reached out of a years long silence, across a sea of potential enmity to comfort me when my days were the worst. Thank you constant friends who never left me and were always there, even when I just needed nothing but to not be alone.
I will never recover, I will never heal.
But I am here, and so are you. And that’s pretty damn awesome.
Gidge is Wearing:
Earrings: (Donna Flora) FRANCESCA earring
Necklace: (Donna Flora) FRANCESCA necklace diamonds
Rings: (Yummy) Birthstone Ring – October – Opal (Blogger Copy)
(Yummy) True Fate Ring – Gold – Opal
Shoes: YS&YS Rapallo Chic Pure (Maitreya)
Hair: .LeLutka.Aubrey hair.FIT.A
Skin: Glam Affair
Head: .LeLutka.Mesh Head-ARIA v1.3
Dress: Fission: Gina dress-Silver (Maitreya)
Body: Maitreya Mesh Body – Lara V3.4
Eyes: poetic color eyes by LL – summer – lavender field (s)
Poses: PRETENSE
Shadows: Fiat Lux Triple Projector <a href=”https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Fiat-Lux-Triple-Projector/7802068″ rel=”nofollow”>marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Fiat-Lux-Triple-Projector/78…</a>
Unless you’ve been under a rock you know that this round at COLLABOR88 is HOLOGRAPHIC for the moodboard theme. The releases are fun and festive and I have to admit, there’s just so much fun to be had it’s not easy to pick WHAT to love. Continue reading
I always wonder if I should explain long absences or not. I remember an SLSecret mocking those explanations—particularly the ones on Flickr where people change their name to a status update. But I will risk it and explain I have had a head cold. If head colds were mountains this would be K2. I won’t claim Everest because I always imagine there could be something bigger, but damn, this was a doozy. It made me feel perpetually drunk, kind of swimmingly dizzy with anything lit (like a computer screen) a big bit of glow. It was almost entertaining in its capacity to incapacitate, but I am now on the mend and have a big new box of decongestant, so here we are. I put this outfit on about ten days ago, or so and finally took some pictures yesterday.
It began with the gorgeous tuxedo dress from Liziaah. It’s hot and sexy. Menswear details and forms do not have to look dress for success androgynous. Sometimes the contrast heightens femininity and this jacket really does that.
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