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The Road Not Taken   Leave a comment

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

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Elegant Fallout   Leave a comment

September 3, 1960, another dimension ….

“Radio’s off; good … not that it was of much use anyway. And the water and air pumps are shut off, too ….”

“I suppose I should shut the doors. At least Ma would have said to do that; but nobody else is coming down here any more, so I’ll leave ’em for the critters to borrow.”

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Showers of Light and Color   Leave a comment

I guess the “ruins” we’re standing in aren’t really all that old. But the sunlight is just raining down around us, and it makes a lovely place to look pretty in, and Diana joined me for this shoot. That makes the place even prettier.

What are we wearing? read on and see

Revisiting Byron   Leave a comment

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies ….

George Gordon, Lord Byron, “She Walks In Beauty”

Writing the previous article reminded me of a piece I wrote back in 2013, close to this time of the year, in fact (I published it on August 31). It had been about the time of the 2013 Black Fair, and Pure Poison … who were making clothing instead of shoes back then … had just released this lovely gown, all glittering sequins and a netting overgown that melted my buyer’s resistance into a puddle of goo. I just about titled that last article the same thing as six years ago; fortunately, I recalled the previous, and found another poem, by a poet I’ve loved for years, Edna St. Vincent Millay.

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August Night   Leave a comment

She had forgotten how the August night
Was level as a lake beneath the moon,
In which she swam a little, losing sight
Of shore; and how the boy, who was at noon
Simple enough, not different from the rest,
Wore now a pleasant mystery as he went,
Which seemed to her an honest enough test
Whether she loved him, and she was content.

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Summer Afternoon   Leave a comment

Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Henry James

For Michiganders (yes, to us, that’s a word), Labor Day is the last day of summer. Most schools don’t begin before the Tuesday after Labor day (although there’s an annoying trend of school districts applying for waivers from the state law), and so we milk holiday time down to the last moment. (Then we surge back to our homes inside of one or two days, and drive each other crazy on the road.)

That’s real life. In Second Life, we can be on vacation up north … or down south … soaking up the sun until the cows come home, or the servers reset and lose the sim. I’m partying here, and doing it in a feathered dress by Brittany Golden, available right now at the Level event (see down in the list), along with a pair of shoes that were right beside it.

I like the look of this for the most part; like many feathered dresses, it’s flirty and fun. You’ll have several colors to choose from, from this sky blue to a black.

I love these sandals by Marchese. The colors of both the leather and the jewels are HUD controlled, so there’s plenty of options for you. But I really have a soft spot for the mid-height heels; I just love that shape!

Available at 8/30 – 9/24 round of Level:

  • Dress: Brittany Golden Kylie (Blue)
  • Shoes: Marchese Geni heels

Other goodies:

  • Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
  • Full body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: Ikon Sovereign (Rustic)
  • Hair: eXxEsS Peana
  • Jewelry: GeWunjo Ayla necklace and earrings
  • Eyeshadow: Zibska Aoife (LAQ, slot 1)
  • Lipstick: Booty’s Beauty Trust Me (Omega, slot 10)
  • Nails: Ascendant Smoothie (03)

Standing By the Sea   2 comments

Chess is a sea in which a gnat may drink, and an elephant may bathe.

Unknown proverb, variously attributed

Chess, like love, like music, has the power to make men happy.

Siegbert Tarrasch
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