Or at least they were back 500,000 years two weeks ago when I did this shoot. At this point, I was still feeling the irritation of not getting so much as an encouraging nod from the judges of the Le.Look monthly popularity style contest. Phooey and shucks to SL in-crowds. I guess that phenom is why we have to wade through all the gawd awful, taloned, “whore couture” pony riders in the feeds.
So here’s my bad-assed self being all no-yu-din’t in the G. Field shoes that everybody is wearing lately. Unlike what I plunked down for that ridiculous contest, they cost me nothing. Absolutely, dah-link. Too bad for all you kidz who didn’t get over to Culture Shock.
Hair: Truth ~ Bunny w/Roots in “espresso” ~ subscriber gift
I get things, as in spend actual Ls on them, and then forget I have them. Not only do I forget to blog about them, I forget to ever wear them around. A while ago, I picked up this “Vergara” dress at the Dressing Room, thinking I would put something together for the running style contest thing they have going. And then I forgot all about my grand competition ambitions as other things in my life popped up their little heads and yammered for attention.
One of these days I’ll get around to entering that contest.
I feel spring coming on, despite the late winter awfulness out there. And my mood from yesterday — wanting to counter the in-your-face, ramped up, cartoon sex bombardment the feeds have been heavily besieged with lately — continues. The promise of spring and all the wacky pudendum-bearing hawty pony-riders trotting around lately push me right into the land of too precious. I think I’ll be hiding out here a while.
Hair: D!va ~ D!va2 in onyx w/ flowers ~ group gift