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Do I Have To Get Up?

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Oh my god it’s the 23rd? How did that happen? I’m not ready. My body is not ready. I’ve got stuff to do. WHERE DID MY ENTIRE MONTH GO? There’s nothing for it but to get up and get moving, get baking – get packing- get GOING. I am not sure I’m prepared for all that the 23rd of December means.

That being said. It’s time to get up.

Really just five more minutes and I swear I’m up. Promise. Just….tap me in five minutes. I’ll get up. I promise you.

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Gidge is Wearing:
Skin: Pink Fuel
Hair: .LeLutka.Cassie medium hair
Head: .LeLutka.Head.Chloe 3.3
Pajamas: CHACHA. starry night gacha / pants RARE 1 THE ARCADE
CHACHA. starry night gacha / top RARE 1 The Arcade
Body: Maitreya Mesh Body – Lara V4.1
Sleep Mask: Noodles – Holly Sleep Mask
Shape: Juicy – Meghan Shape GIDGE Edit
Neon sign: Kres- Merry and Bright – THE ARCADE
Robe Rack: Elm. “Miss to Mrs” Robe Rack RARE THE ARCADE

The Things You Forget

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It’s funny what you forget, and what you remember, over ten years time. Asked recently to recollect my days in SL, the arc of my existence in pixel space, and the story flowed.  But what struck me wasn’t the fails, the losses, the friends who turned out to be flakes and went their way.

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Fabsolutely Fun Fashion

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"Every day we ignore how completely broken this world is and we tell ourselves it’s all going to be okay, you’re gonna be okay. But it’s not okay. And once you know that, there’s no going back."

Anemysk Kara just showed this blouse she is releasing at Vintage Fair and I just fell in love with its fabstract design. I love the combination of old-fashioned and hyper-modern. The front and the sleeves are so very traditional, then it’s cropped and has an open back. From front to back is a two hundred time travel jump and a brilliant play on form. It’s sold in three packs: plain (vibrant, saturated colors), patterns (prints and florals), and silk (pastels).

"Every day we ignore how completely broken this world is and we tell ourselves it’s all going to be okay, you’re gonna be okay. But it’s not okay. And once you know that, there’s no going back."

I combined it with a fun, cheeky belted skirt from Baiastice which you can find at Collabor88. Frankly, I was so indecisive, I could see the top with pencil skirts, cigarette pants, a mini-skirt, high-waisted bell bottoms, or just about anything. The slim silhouette of a pencil skirt of cigarette pant would be sophisticated, but I thought this cheeky option would be fabsolutely fashion fun.

"Every day we ignore how completely broken this world is and we tell ourselves it’s all going to be okay, you’re gonna be okay. But it’s not okay. And once you know that, there’s no going back."

I shot my pictures at One Tree Hill, a Linden Endowment of the Arts sim. It’s probably based on the show I have never watched, but I loved the nostalgia of the sim.
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Waterfront

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It’s your last moments to grab the goodies at Collabor88 before the new stuff starts rolling in for set up tomorrow. This darling suit is perfect for sunning yourself by a waterfront location, you know there are thousands to choose from.

Personally I prefer our own land.

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Free, unrestrained and unhindered.

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“the things in our control are by nature free, unhindered, and unobstructed"

Epictetus wrote in the Enchiridion, “The things in our control are by nature free, unrestrained, unhindered.” We control our own actions, words, opinions, what we like, what we don’t like, and what we want. If we stick to what we control, he suggests, we are free of restraint. It is when we try to influence the things outside our control that we are trapped. It’s good advice. The difficulty is figuring out what we can control.

That’s been on my mind a lot. There’s a lot I don’t like happening, but what can I control? I can choose despair or resistance, that’s up to me. I need to focus on what I can do, not what I wish would happen. So even though I feel like kicking more than an exercise bag, I will instead focus my mind and my heart on resisting despair.

“the things in our control are by nature free, unhindered, and unobstructed"

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Gemütlichkeit: A Feeling of Comfort & Coziness

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Gemütlichkeit (German, n.): a feeling of comfort, cosiness, homeliness.

Gemütlichkeit is a world I picked up from this wonderful web site I found the other day. Even it it means you wander away for hours, I want you to check you out. It’s a collection of untranslatable words. Words that convey concepts, that have no equivalent in our language, at least not in a single word. It is fun.

Gemütlichkeit (German, n.): a feeling of comfort, cosiness, homeliness.

I am wearing the dress I wore in my last blog post, in a print this time. It comes in a solid or print version with six options in the texture huds. My last post was nothing but head shots, so I wanted to show you the back which is just so adorable. The house is the San Clemente from Barnesworth Anubis. It’s a great house and I will show you around inside, but the name makes me think of Richard Nixon, since that was where he was from.
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An Evening At Amatorum

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One of my resolutions is simply to be more social in SL. What’s the point of being here if I’m a hermit. So I took my Sunday evening free time and first of all I stopped over at Pure Poison because the group chat about these new pumps in the Group Gift Gacha has been NONDAMSNTOP. I had to see what the fuss was about. Continue reading →

Of Corrupted Databases, Cabbages and Kings

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Regular readers of It’s Only Fashion will have missed us for the last two days. We had a corrupted database. From what I understand, it took a package from a North Korean agent in a black wool coat and dark glasses. Of course, anyone else would have known the agent was suspicious because it’s something like 90° and he’s wearing a black wool coat. Our database, however, was naive and unsuspecting. I hope it has learned its lesson.

Perhaps though, like Thomas Bailey Aldrich, it was distracted by two petals falling from a rose:

MY mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour—
’T was noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May— 5
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

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