We always knew those two crazy kids would get together. You could see them staring at one another. Barely concealing their unbridled lust.
OK OK … just kidding. But let’s be honest, if we’re going to be ruled by a global corporate oligarchy then at least we can look good in the process. And there’s no better place for that than Second Life. This so-called ‘first life’ of ours is going straight to the dogs. In fact if they start hydrofracking in my neighborhood then I may have to move in permanently. But until that happens I plan to have fun.
I’m not affiliated with any Second Life stores or designers. By that I mean I’m not being paid by anyone. Oh sure there are ones I love. Ones that I shop at compulsively … you know who you are *giggles*. But I’m my own girl … and this little blog is staunchly independent. If I say I like something then you can be sure that I really do.
**Big HUGS to all**
I was thrilled when I found this skirt at the petit pas area. I’m soooo not a holiday person, but ‘black with snowflakes’ … c’mon. I added a periwinkle top from Meena (Boho Hobo), a cute Alloro scarf, Chantkare cranberry tights, and a wonderful pair of purple mesh boots from Camilla at Insolence. Mock Cosmetics finished the look.
Shhhhhhhhhh … I’m hiding. I vowed to stay up here till corporations pay their fair share of taxes. If you don’t ever see me again you’ll know what happened.