I am loving the outfit released by Zaara for Collabor88 this month. The February C88 showcased folk designs and how appropriate that Zaara release something representative of her country’s traditional, and still current, fashions.
I’m wrecked and full of joy over all the gorgeous things at the ARCADE this round. So much girly goodness swirling around I don’t know which thing to gush over first. I might start with Tres Blah, which are the pajamas I’m wearing, but omg these KITTIES from Half Deer and absolutely killing me.
They make me feel a BIT giddy, I do confess. Continue reading
I have, multiple times, realized I was so SLold that I could no longer quite fully recall why I disliked someone. Early days of plurk wars, SCD wars, fashion drama left so much in their wake in terms of scorched earth and friendships destroyed. Lines were drawn so long ago between camps that I can no longer recall why they were drawn, nor which camp I actually belong to.
I’m failing at partisanship.
It would be meaningful if I could recall why I didn’t like him, but I can’t and lately I find him rather friendly and nice and I’m finally SLold enough that I don’t feel a strong need to AGREE with or APPROVE of everyone I meet.
Thus, now I’m friends with Sands.
He and I are both done with all those things from the past, apparently, because we had a lovely chat and he gave me some pants. He also gave me a jacket. He’s a gentleman like that. (Okay he’s NOT but let me be artistically creative alright?)
It’s also kinda cool when you look up and someone you’ve known for years is suddenly quite talented and making things. That’s the case here, and his brand Azuchi doesn’t disappoint. These pants, which can you pick up at UBER) are really lovely, richly textured and they fit like a dream. I really do like these, they are a must have for your pants wardrobe girls.
It’s probably end times, when Sands and are are friends. Or – maybe it’s how it’s supposed to be and all those other people were the douchebags after all.
History really does point to the latter.
No, I’m not banging him. STOP THINKING IT. God you’re rude.
Now, go shopping. GET IT! You know you need some new leather pants.
Gidge is Wearing:
Glasses: (Yummy) Cat Eye Readers – Pastel Mint
Hair: /Wasabi Pills/ Belle Mesh
Skin: Lara Hurley
Eyes: Banana Banshee
Shoes: Ingenue :: Gretchen Flats (Maitreya) :: Noir [copy] THE ARCADE March 2017
Rings: Schadenfreude Waits Rings
Body: Maitreya Mesh Body – Lara V3.5
Pants: [Azuchi] Oichi Pants Blossom, Geisha and Destiny UBER
Jacket: [Azuchi] Rider Black Stitched Unzipped Maitreya RARE
Shape: Juicy – Meghan Shape GIDGE Edit // LeLutka Simone Bento (new)
Dog: Jian – THE ARCADE March 2017
Dress Forms: Aria – The Arcade March 2017
There’s all sorts of angelic options at The Arcade, but I did not take the usual route. I did add wings from The Secret Garden (tsg) but instead of rest of their angelic creation, I went the naughty angel route with this deliciously sexy Show Time dress from Blueberry.
This dress is much too short and bootylicious to be standard issue angelwear, but I don’t believe in standard issue clothing.
Portland is on its third day of snow. We are a city ill-suited to snow. Most people don’t know how to drive in it. We have lots of hills that are quite steep and can get slippery, we have bridges that get icy, and we have snow so seldom, there is no huge fleet of snow removal equipment nor deep knowledge of living with snow. I hunker down and so does my best friend, and we are both from snow country. She’s from Buffalo, I am from the Northwoods of Minnesota. We know snow.
I remember the first snowfall after I moved to Oregon. I was living way up in the Cascades, in a river valley, closed in my mountains, a deep canyon that ranged from 1/4 to a few miles wide. There were places where the road was carved into the canyon cliffs, with a fall down into the river below and there were wider valleys that made room for truck farming, but life centered on logging. It was rural, so I was surprised when I got a call saying school was closed and there was just a dusting of snow, barely two inches. I thought it was a prank and went to school anyway, discovering it was closed. Deciding to take advantage of a weekday off, I decided to drive to the State Capitol and take a tour.
It was then I discovered why they closed school for a light snowfall. Driving up one of the big hills, the traffic was so slow the cars lacked the speed that would keep them from sliding backwards, pulled by gravity on the slick highway. It was quite frightening, more frightening than anything that had ever happened to me in a car before. I managed to avoid them as I chugged up the hill, but it was nerve-wracking. I am sure they thought I was a speedster, but really, I just understood the laws of physics.
“Where’s the measuring tape? Did you move it?”
“I didn’t touch it.”
“Must have been the Tomte.”
“Who ate the last piece of gingerbread.”
“The Tomtenisse, then.”
The Norwegian Nisse, the Swedish Tomtenisse or Tomte, and the Finnish Tonttu are always convenient when something is missing, though they also are credited with bringing good luck sometimes. Mostly though, they were seen as tricksters. My favorite story about the Nisse was one told to me by one of our old neighbors whose Norwegian accent was so strong that even the bears in his stories had accents. “The bear, he went, oomph-ya!”
So the village of Geiranger was beset by a Nisse who was constantly leaving the cattle gate open or letting the sheep loose in the square. He would toss pinecones down the chimney and put vinegar in the lemonade. He made them so unhappy, they decided to just pack up the whole town and move across the fjord to Hellesylt.
And so they did. With great stealth, because Nisse can be anywhere and everywhere, the people of Geiranger put their clothing and household items into barrels, to look like they were going to market. And then one day, as the Nisse was sleeping, they put all their stuff on carts, and drove all their pigs, sheep, and cattle to Hellesylt. The entire town moved in just one day. Every man, woman, child and mouse.
They slept that night, a righteous sleep of relief and exhaustion. It was hard to start over, but they were certain the Nisse, bound to the land, was left behind. But then, when they got up in the morning and went to draw water, who should they see relaxing on the well housing but Nisse, who stretched and smiled, and said, “It’s a fine day for moving.”
Mon Cheri Nisse Greta & Hans Red Rare @ Arcade
Ariskea Winter in Canada Cabin @ Arcade
Kalopsia Metal Deer @ Arcade
Rustica Charles Browne Xmas Tree
Days of being too cold are on me full time now and I confess I feel a little resentful. I love to bundle up and bake and have winter fun but I get so tired of being bone cold. But Christmas is coming and that’s something not to dawdle at – I’ve got so much to do to get ready!! Continue reading