Wrong directions

A little while ago I bought a chair in a furniture store. I also bought a water wall. But it's the chair that was particularly lovely. Last weekend, when furnishing the new abode, I decided I'd head back to said store to try and pick up some equally lovely stuff. I didn't have an LM so I had to be a bit more devious, I thought, and looked up the creator of the chair and searched her profile for a pick.

And what would you know, I had success. One TP over and I had arrived. Only it wasn't quite as successful as I'd hoped. The furniture store was not quite how I remembered it. In fact there was no furniture for sale at all anywhere.

There definitely wasn't a moonscape last time I was there. The giant floaty robot creatures were new too, I think. And the gaseous atmosphere had replaced kitchen and dining department.


Is it a sign you've been in SL a while when shops you go back to no longer exist?

This story does have a happy ending however, you'll be pleased to hear. I'll come to that though as first there's a doh! moment. Reinvestigation of the creator lady's pick revealed some text about the shop closing. Maybe I should have read that before I TPed, eh? That'll teach me.

The doh! moment also lead to the good news though, so it's not all bad. The pick also mentioned a new outlet store in place of the original full sim store. It's not quite the same but it still has lovely sofas and a really cute little bed. Maybe when I'm feeling a bit richer I'll venture back.

Hair flair

I was messing with hair last night night. Not sure why really. I just was. It was a quiet night.

I guess when I find a hair I like I stick with it and it's all I wear. But every now and then I like to revisit my other hair, just to convince myself that I am wearing the right one. And then I go and buy some more colours of that same hair. I did that last night.

But then I decided to mess with poses a bit. And ended up with a chorus line of male-strippers. Somehow.


See? This is what happens when I'm left on my own.

They're an investment

Over the weekend I sat and watched The Last Samurai. I was reminded what a good film it was and as such felt moved to find myself a samurai outfit in SL. You know, for wearing when you nip to the shops and stuff.

A few helpful plurkies turned my head towards BareRose and off I trundled.

What a mistake!

Other than the lag which was, to be honest, horrific and caused me to crash four times before I got what I went for, the shop was great. The choice was immense and the quality pretty great too. But that's the problem. I've realised that with Ls in my account I'm a compulsive shopper. It's not good. Especially when my landlady won't take clothes in lieu of rent payments.

OK, so I found myself the samurai outfit I was looking for. Major win with this one, I think.


I also found another samurai outfit. This one a little more relaxed. Like the samurai at home, sort of thing.


And then I found another outfit I just needed. And another. And another. I won't bore you with them all but I do just want to show you this one. You just never know when I might this sort of thing.


At this point I would like to ask someone to please host a masquerade ball that happens sometime around maybe 2am SLT and to invite me. I have the most perfect costume already sat in my inventory, as you can see.

Li'l doggy

Another 'investment' I picked up in BareRose the other day was this awesomely cute terrier av. So cute is this av that it caused my landlady to squeal. It really is that cute. He's got a little cap and suitcase and wiggly walk and everything. Aw, bless.


I thought it might be a nice idea to take him to meet the chickens, given they're on the same eye-level and all. When I first arrived in terrier form the hens all crowded round me trying to get a closer look. But then they got bored and moved towards the back of the coop. I am sure they were talking about me because they kept clucking away quietly to themselves intermittently glancing in my general direction.


I thought I might have more luck with another canine so I wandered outside of the coop to find the Buckley. He, it is clear to see, was fascinated, although I was sure that at many moment he'd decide I was a toy to pick up and throw around. I concluded into would be prudent to move along so went to visit a neighbour.


Once she'd finished squealing how cute the av was we agreed to see what happened when my mini terrier av partook of a danceball. Cue one long thin bug-like terrier. With some moves. Definitely less cute than before.


At this point I noticed a pole in the corner of the bar we were dancing in. This is where things got a bit silly. And more than a little freaky. It really was quite disturbing to see a pole-dancing terrier-bug. I think we'll both have nightmares and have agreed never to speak of the incident again.

Safety first

The other day I mentioned that I'd been banned from the parcel of one of my neighbours on the island. An overzealous accelerator pedal, a grunty V8 and an uphill slope were jointly responsible.

I felt like I was flying until my Mustang remembered it was wasn't a plane. The slow-motion barrel-roll and subsequent carnage was spectacular.

Sitting down and contemplating the wreckage I realised that I'd been silly by taking my life in my hands and risking my neck by driving without due care and attention.

Next time, I aim to be better prepared. Or at least, better attired.

Crying fowl

Is there any more distressing sight than to log in to SL and, while everything is rezzing around you, notice one of your chickens taking a flight towards the moon? It's one giant leap for avian-kind...


To infinity, and beyond! Or, right back to your Lost and Found folder. One of the two.

Finished...I think

OK, I think I'm about done. Want to see some pics of the new pad then?

Your wish is my command.






How is it we never have a big enough prim allowance?



And and the inside...




Oh, and I've just been banned from somewhere for pretty much the first time. I kind of was driving my Mustang around the island and got a good bit of air and then the next thing I know, I've been banned. Sorry, neighbour. It was an accident, I promise. I didn't mean to land in your house :(