"Clean up at the Drum Circle.........."

Heh. There was a griefing at ElvenGlen this morning.....I missed the actual event (dangit) but I did get to help clean up the mess....and I joined the victims to Elf Circle. What a welcome! First you get griefed then you get to join the group. I was more interested in the possibility of taking care of the griefers (not my job) than greeting the victims (is my job) *sigh* I wanted to use my updated mystitiool, dangit. It's just as well that I missed the griefers, I would've only gotten myself called into another meeting with my bosses. "Astrid, you know better. You represent the entire Elf Circle so you need to behave. blah, blah" *chuckle* I have been very inconspicuous lately....I think. Well, I haven't been in trouble lately anyway *winks*. Maybe it's time for that to change.

omg.....typo!

I posted an entry with a typo and it's going to jump out at me everytime I come here. dammit!

Somebody please........

Okay I will break my rule again and say something else about fashion in SL. It's just a question really. Why would someone need a handbag here? I don't understand. Don't get me wrong, I am picky about my handbags in RL....thought if you saw my handbags you wouldn't think so. But really. Why would you need a handbag here in Second Life? Or shoes for that matter.

The Red Dress

It's not often that I talk on the subject of fashion in SL. I am not preoccupied with such things here in this world. Though my inventory is full of fabulous gowns and hair (curiously absent of shoes) I am most proud of the fighters that I have trained and the Gor guys that I have sent crying to their mothers. But....recently I have become friends with an amazing builder, Vehterian Vaher, who promises to be one of the best fantasy clothing designers......and possibly of SL. He's that good.

We met at the drum circle (of all places) where I was showing off an avi that I was working on. After a long conversation about fashion and the subject of building in general we agreed to collaborate on a few projects, and it's been a blast. Veth has already created many wonderful outfits for his Fae friends and for his shop....but he has yet to figure out my style. Each day he surprises me with something that he has created with Astrid in mind and all have been wonderfully appreciated. He'll get me soon :-)

Why be normal?

Why be a pixie? Specifically, why be a goth pixie? Well why not? Why be normal? SL is such a visually oriented world and I guess that's the reason why people come here and create the most beautiful avatars.....but. Seriously. Aside from the social network that I have built here, this world is a creative outlet for me and playing with my avi is a big part of that expression. Though making myself a 6' tall blonde is probably just as fanstastic as making myself and Orc or a pixie.....haha....in RL I am far from being a beautiful blonde and wouldn't choose to be one if I had the money to do it. I have much more fun making myself into pixies, orcs and dragons.......

TIGGS the builder

My friend TIGGS is probably the most inept at building that I've seen, aside from Attilio. Lately she has been trying to refine her skills and she even won a building contest recently. Though I think there was something funny going on there. I wasn't present so I cannot attest to that. I am just suspicious.

Sometimes

Sometimes we stumble and sometimes we really fall. To pick up and dust off sometimes is the hardest part. Sometimes things that seem so perfectly clear just vanish like a puff of smoke. Sometimes things are misunderstood and sometimes things come through loud and clear but we just can't look at them for what they are. Sometimes our wants, needs and hopes are only what we can see. Sometimes we are wrong and sometimes we are right. And sometimes what appears to be wrong is the right thing that is staring us right in the face. Sometimes the pieces fit and no matter how hard we try, we can't look away. Sometimes we know the answer but most times we're just stumbling in the dark. Sometimes it's better to leave things as they are rather than turn the light on and lose that which we hold so dear. Sometimes it's better to look the other way and to forgive.