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It is what it is

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Today’s blog post title comes from Mouse Mimistrobell of Dark Mouse fame. It works for this post because rather than attempting to explain the surrealist dreamscape that you find at Daytime Dreams where I shot the pictures, sometimes it just makes more sense to say “It is what it is” and simply enjoy the whimsical beauty without seeking any deeper meaning.

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I added several pictures from the sim to Sasy Scarborough’s Second Life Stock Images Pool. Sometimes people prefer shooting in a studio and adding the background later. This is a source for great backgrounds from within SL.
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Looking Fresh In 1891

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After reading about the Legacies 1891 sims in Honour McMillan’s blog yesterday, I had to run over there for a shoot. Thankfully, they allow you to join a group and wear an observer’s tag so you can be safe from zombies and Jack the Ripper. It’s an eerie place and I thought its grim danger might be a striking contrast to the cheery spring joie de vivre of my outfit.

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I was not joking about the zombies. They sounded so scary! By the way, this sim cleverly has a tip jar to remind visitors to help support its continued existence. I try to remember to tip sim owners when I visit for a shoot – if they haven’t placed a tip jar reminder, I just pay a flower or a tree. We all benefit from these wonderful public sims and so many are disappearing. I know each little tip is a drop in the buck of tier, but buckets do get filled by drips and drops.
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Diamonds & Gold

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Chantal - a magnificent gown from Sissy Pessoa's new collection.

The broken glass
And the rusty nails
Where the violets grow
Say goodbye to the railroad
And the mad dogs of summer
And everything that I know

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The opulent steampunk castle at Elonia seemed a perfect place to shoot the diamonds and gold.

What some men will do here for diamonds
What some men will do here for gold
They’re wounded but they just keep on climbin’
And they sleep by the side of the road

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Double Take: A Balancing Act

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One of the exciting things about fashion is the way you can shift the entire mood of an outfit just by changing a few accessories. I thought I might add a new “feature” occasionally taking one outfit and giving it two looks. I am starting out with the Brio dress from Chantkare. I love the bold graphic look of this dress with the over-sized collar, bell sleeves and the bold stripes. I first selected accessories that emphasized its clean, modern lines.
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I chose some soft and feminine accessories that would change the focus, adding a softer, more romantic element that still honors the modern graphic style of the dress.
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I shot the pics at Camomile – home of tram where I bought some of the accessories I use to set the mood for the two looks. There’s a chair outside the store with a fun balancing animation that distracted me until i decided to just go ahead and use it in the shoot – after all, fashion is often a balancing act between moderation and exuberant extravagance.
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Shiki Shiki Retro Pop

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High-waisted pants, sleeveless print tops, narrow belts – all are iconic fashions of the 1960s. Shinichi Mathy of Shiki Designs, though, gives them contemporary punch with his bright, saturated colors and shine in the Esme pants outfit. The pink in those pants is pure 2011.
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Can You HEAR Them?


….They’re Talking ’bout US
Telling LIES Well, THATS No Surprise

Can you see them?
See RIGHT through them?
They have no shield, no secrets to reveal
Doesn’t Matter What THEY Say
In the Jealous Games People Play
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I went through the desert

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Dress is from Peqe for Project Fur Japan raising money for relief efforts.

I went through the desert on a horse with no name. (He was a freebie at the entrance)
It felt good to be out of the rain. (Portland broke its wettest March record.)
There were plants and birds and rocks and things (and things?)
There was sand and hills and rings (rings, really?)
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz (what was he smoking?)
And the sky with no clouds (what do you expect, it’s the desert)
The heat was hot and the ground was dry (hot heat is hot)
But the air was full of sound (only if you brought your ipod)

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The shoes are from Peqe - the Dark Leopard Wedges

I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la …
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Things My Brother Taught Me

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All my siblings were married by the time I was four years old and for some of them I was a sort of “practice child” that they spoiled with attention. My elder brother and his wife often had me spend weekends with them where I learned to play horseshoes, shoot pool and throw darts. I also learned how to shoot a rifle, hand load bullets and even aim and fire a cannon. He and his wife taught me ballroom dancing, poker and craps.When I was older, he taught me how to drive his stock car. He took me deer hunting, fishing and taught me to swim. He introduced me to dozens of books and encouraged my love of reading. So much of who I am comes from my siblings, not just him, but all of them. But my other siblings will be around to teach their grandchildren and great-grandchildren and my brother won’t. He died of cancer a year ago last July. Too may children lose the gifts of grandparents and family elders to teach them. The work of the American Cancer Society to find cures for cancers is invaluable. And it’s working, Four times as many people survive cancer as did forty years ago. So, let’s keep supporting this good work with events like Fashion For Life – and if support means wearing a rocking hot outfit like this one, how can you resist?
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Color Me Coddly, Color Me Happy

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I had planned to blog this before I went into the hospital for surgery, but ran out of “oomph” and didn’t get it up. I shot this for Luna Jubilee’s 52 Weeks of Color Challenge because I love this gown from Paper Couture and it’s blue, blue, blue!!!!

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The gown may be blue and the lovely Endless sim may be blue, but I a not feeling blue at all. I am a happy woman. When my best friend came to visit me after surgery she said, “before we chat, go look at your blog.” I cried, of course, touched not only be the treasure trove that is Gidge’s boundless heart, but also by the outpouring of good wishes, hopes and prayers from friends, acquaintances and readers here on the blog, in SL and in plurk. There was a whirlwind of love and kindness that circled the globe, gathering up hope an dropping it gently into that operating theater here at OHSU. And it worked. My surgery was complete within the minimum estimated time and there were no complications at all. Despite a rough day of illness and drama yesterday, I woke up this morning full of energy and optimism. Thank you each and every one for adding your voice to that whirlwind of hope that lifted me up through a very rough few days.
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The Gulf of Lune

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I love the colors in the bodice of Paper Couture’s Waves of Silk gown far too much to only wear it as released by the fabulous Lu Sisters. They made a gorgeous ballgown, but I want to wear that top for everyday, too, so I paired it with one of Ingenue’s fabulous pencil skirts. I was once this close to an elk in the woods near my home. I was standing along the trees at the edge of a marshy meadow a lot like this, keeping very still while watching for deer, when an elk stepped out from the brush right next to me. We looked at each other in shock and then he chuffed a little and turned back into the woods.

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Then I ran off to the Gulf of Lune to shoot some pictures. You will love this place. It’s a marshland full of wildlife and birdlife – one of the few great places for twitchers in Second Life. I was entranced by the herons. The one event in my life that I would classify as mystical or spiritual was when I was camping at Hell Gate in Montana. It was summer and we decided to roll the sleeping bags out on the dock that extended far out into the reservoir. A breeze on my face woke me about three in the morning and I opened my eyes to see a heron slowly hovering above me, looking at me. He would fly up and glide down so close I could feel the air from his wings. I don’t know how long it lasted, but it felt timeless and as though it could last forever. I was careful not to move or startle him and simply savored this extraordinary blessing.
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