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Early Morning Cheefulness

Ok I can’t help it, at some point in my SLife – despite a fierce love of sleep – I became a cheerful morning person. I like to slowly enjoy my coffee, some music, some quiet. It’s a lovely way to start my day.

New lingerie from Luxuria doesn’t make it a hardship for sure. I’m wearing one of the colors you can pick up at the Gacha Guardians event.  Continue reading

Strange Shadows and Ominous Portents

An early studio day has me questioning whether I need more coffee or what. My shadows have been wonked since about 7 am, with my shadows having shadows.  I’m not sure why, but I have decided to call it art and roll with it. I can remember when it was the case of “some had shadows and some had none”. Well now I have more shadows than you.

LOOK ON ME.

Just kidding, I don’t know what that is but hey, it’s not the worst thing that ever happened. Continue reading

You Can’t Go In Here

I think everyone’s mom but mine had that room, that perfect living room. The room where things matched, and were coordinated, where things got dusted.  We never had that room, we had chaos and messy and mismatched furniture.

When it came time to buy my own house in real life, having that room wasn’t much of a priority to me either – I coveted a proper dining room. But secretly I’d love to have a room where everything is as it should be. Where guests can drop in and you have no worries about what scary things might be hidden in the couch. Continue reading

After A Journey of 900 Miles

I’ve been desperate for three days to sleep in my own bed and now that I’m here I can relax. I’m so glad to be home on Juicy again, where I can sleep listening to the waves crashing on the shore.  It’s a perfect spot for me, and I have to admit I feel so very spoiled living here.

I can’t quite relax enough to get to sleep. Continue reading

Seraseeya, Watcher of the River of Souls

Helena Stringer - IOF - Seraseeya - 1

Seraseeya was an unusual creature. With a foot in both worlds, she was neither human, nor fully a beast. Her mother was a harpy who had the unfortunate accident of picking a human male as a mate. We wont go into details, but the result was Seraseeya, and her 3 other sisters.

Things were not too bad to start. The Harpy Broodmothers could tell there was something a bit different about them, they had funny feet and they lacked claws on their hands. There was not a feather on their head, nor much hair to speak of.  They let them be, thinking they would grow into their features.

As the years passed, it became apparent that there was indeed something wrong, they looked more human, than harpy. This would not do.

More story and credits below the cut.

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Set A Lovely Table

My grandmother was obsessed with  dishes, and setting a lovely table. She had dishes for sandwiches and soup. She had dishes for this party, and that party. She had no less than five full sets of dishes when she died, and twice that of small sets she’d bought for entertaining. Continue reading