Thursday, October 5, 2017

My Return

Hello, darlings! It has been such a long time, but oh, the places I have been, the adventures I have had! I don't even know where to begin! But before I haul out the slides and projector and start telling tales, I must tell you! I am in such a stressed state! 

I arrived home from such splendid sights to see all my things boxed up! It seems that in my absence, Wilmur has taken a position as Chief Scientist with Salchicha County and thus, we must move. 

I'm not altogether unhappy about it, since I do have friends there, but I wish he would have given me some notice. His excuse was he didn't know where I was in order to contact me, and I admit darlings, with a slightly guilty conscience, I didn't really keep in touch very well. It's not my fault, really. Most of the time I didn't know where I was either! It's like when you're dancing and you get passed from one man to another, whisking around the room. Oh, how I miss a ball....

Anyway, on the first day of our move, Wilmur spent the morning in his lab working on some experiments. I am not sure what they are - he started to explain them to me and he lost me when he started talking about soil samples and minerals and all of that. 




Actually, darlings, he lost me way before the science talk. As soon as he mentioned 'sausages', my mind started to wander to my stomach. I nodded appropriately, and repeated some words he said to sound interested, but as soon as he was finished I headed out to find something to eat and explore my new hometown. I found a lovely thrift store that, sadly, wasn't open yet. A sign propped up said it would be open very soon, and its a good thing! One can find such treasures in thrift shops, and from the looks of it, this one will be a goldmine!




In the afternoon, Wilmur was allowed to leave work early to attend a Salchicha event welcoming new residents to Bangerblossom Drive. How nice it was! So many showed up! There were games and trivia and nice music courtesy of a nice young lady named Jessyca Teardrop. Apparently, Wilmur taught himself how to cook while I was away, and made casseroles for each neighbor. There were other gifts offered, also, and it seemed like everyone had a good time.




After the party, it was time to get to work. My goodness, what a mess! It will take us some time to  get settled- with both things and mind! Sammy Davis, Jr. Jr. was in a state as well. He didn't know where to go or what to bark at! He even saw a random, wandering chicken and my goodness, the racket! Thankfully, he seemed to calm once his favorite chair was delivered. He hopped up there and just watched as I directed and Wilmur hauled endless boxes up to our apartments. He'll need extra pampering at the doggy spa, I'm sure.

Change is inevitable, isn't it, darlings? But we take comfort in small things like a favorite chair or blanket, or a deep muscle massage performed by beautiful, strong male hands. It's those familiar things that help sooth the wrinkles of disruption change brings. 




Once we get moved in and put everything in its place, I hope you'll come visit! In the meantime, come explore Salchicha County.  It seems like something new is happening every day here. A new shop there, an event there. A party over yonder, a carnival just beyond. It truly is a special place! I hope to see you all soon!


Friday, June 23, 2017

Evolution

Change happens. We can't stop it, and even if we could I'm not sure we would.

My Second Life is full of characters. I have Edith, an old lady diva, who those reading this page probably know pretty well. I also have Wilmur, Edith's diminutive nephew, who has also graced this scroll and is a primary character in my more recent flickrs. I also have Hiver, a fantasy character who is... well, I'm not sure what she is. She's ever-evolving. I also have a dog, a drag queen (doesn't everyone?), and a kid avatar.

I also have a 'normal' avatar - the Me in the mix, and the weaver of all the rest.

I'm a story teller. Everywhere I look, I see stories. Scientists ask, "How?" Philosophers ask, "Why?" Storytellers propose, "What if...."

I saw some varicose veins and an old lady skin and wondered, "What if...."

Second Life is a gorgeous world to have characters in. Edith was first, and I cannot tell you how much fun it was to dress her and prance her around. I know she made lots of people smile, which just made it more fun. Wilmur came along, and he proved to be just as fun.

Fun, but a lot of work. It's not quite as easy to squeeze an older, sagging  body with a big belly and no butt into that gold sequin ballgown and work it. Or take a scrawny, pale twig of a man and make him look dashing (because that's what he is, isn't he?).

Wilmur proved to be an easy translation to that mesh clothes, but Edith... not so much. Then came mesh bodies and then mesh heads, and well...

Change happens. In SL, some have resisted it completely and still rock their original bodies, and some have resisted partially, choosing to just use a mesh body, or just a mesh head, and that's great! One of the best things about SL is the freedom to do what you want. All are welcome.

But sometimes its fun to see where change takes you.

These ramblings is prelude to showing Wilmur's evolution. Where he started, and where he is now.


The beginning!

Wilmur in one word: diminutive

Wilmur in five words: diminutive, eccentric, genius, absent-minded, calm

He was always a foil to Edith, who is the exact opposite of him. Their separate eccentricities play off each other well. She dressed to kill, and he believed powder blue had to be irresistible to the ladies. As time went on, his personality started to become more defined, and he separated and became a strong character independent of Edith.




I always got a lot of "OMG You look just like Woody Allen..." comments when I took him places. It always made me cringe. I can't stand Woody Allen, for all the reasons that everyone who hates him has. I know that's who Wrigglesworth had in mind when they made the skin, though, and accepting that, I tried to change his hair and his shape enough so that he became more Wilmur than.. well, than someone else. Adding a beard helped.






I started experimenting recently with first a mesh body, and then a mesh head. It has changed Wilmur's look greatly. Where before he was a cartoon, now he's more real. I'm not completely used to it, but I still feel like he is Wilmur. He still feels the same, for the most part. His home helps with that. In his clocktower, all the textures are very realistic, so having a realistic character to move around the space feels more 'right'. I'm still wrapping my brain around it, so we'll see where it leads. It has been a lot of fun, though! Redoing all of his outfits has been very entertaining.

The Belleza Jake body works well for Wilmur. I've tried the others, but none could get the level of scrawny that I needed with Wilmur. I love it. I know it looks good as a less thin male too. Belleza just did an amazing job on the Jake body and putting it on Wilmur felt so perfect.

He isn't as old as I'd like, though. I've messed around with quite a few appliers, but none have done as much for him as I think he needs to go. Wilmur was intended to be in his mid 40s, and I'd definitely say his face here is more early 30s. I'm hoping more skins become available for older male avatars, and hopefully one will 'fit' Wilmur.

Yeah, he probably needs his brows recolored a bit. I'll do it when I'm not quite as lazy.





Edith is proving super hard. I have been trying, though. I have her body - Belleza's Freya is lovely for Edith's body, but her head... well, it just looks kinda rediculous having Edith's old head on a mesh body. I've been trying mesh heads, and some are doable, but... a skin simply doesn't exist for her yet. I think I will have to find someone willing to accept the challenge to make me a custom skin for her (anyone know someone brave enough?).

Anyway, here's where she is. Ignore the demo stuff and weird brows. I know it's messy, but I'm not committing to anything yet that doesn't fit her. The new LAQ head is nice, and I love that they added wrinkles as an option. They just don't age her as much as she needs. The whole idea of Edith came from some varicose veins with support socks that Missy Eriksen made. Edith would never get work done on her face, the same way she'd never get a tummy tuck. We are how we are, darlings~


Ideally, she'd look more like the Queen, Iris Apfel, but I'm not holding my breath.



I mean... come on....

That face! Those hands!


Oh well. I'm willing to wait. I miss Edith a lot, and I worry she just doesn't translate into mesh, but I'll keep trying. As I said, I think I'll have to find an angel willing to make something. Anything less, and she wouldn't really be Edith.

Anyway. Change happens.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Eternal Clockmaker





suit - Gabriel
hair - Ink
beard - Ink (heavily modified)
glasses - Contraption
necklace - Empyrean Forge
breathing assistance - RC Cluster

doves - anc

clocks: 7 emporium, LISP, chronokit, Atelier Visconti, Kunst, junk, Contraption, Zerkalo, ililo, Alouette, floorplan, Boogers, Bazar, Nomad, Sway's, lame, 8f8, Fancy Decor, Scarlet Creative, Pixel Mode



This picture is currently being shown at the Blithe Gallery. There are so many wonderful artists being shown this month, my silly picture looks out of place! When you go, you can get a HUD to wear to make it a multimedia experience. The HUD tells the artist's thoughts on the picture, and some music to go along with it. I am very proud to have my picture shown!

Family Portrait

Whoops!

Wilmur and Edith - Summer, 2016

Wilmur
Suit: Deadwool
Ring: Paper Couture
Pipe: Kauna
Inhaler: RC Cluster
Glasses: Wrigglesworth
Hair/Beard: Ink

Edith
Dress: Donna Flora
Rings: Paper Couture
Necklace: Paper Couture
Hair: Bliss
Hat: Boudoir
Glasses: Deco

Chair: Atelier Kreslo: The Secret Store x Flowey / Princess Chair White

Catching up: Serenade

Wilmur enjoys practicing to serenade. This way, if he's ever out and about and sees a pretty lady, he can feel comfortable whipping out his tuba or ukulele and wooing her with wonder.

The Trace



Nusquam


L2 Studio



Schultz Bros.



The Yorkshire Moors


Every now and then I come along to add some excitement.

Devil's Point


Thursday, March 26, 2015

After it happened, no one believed her.


Shaken and awed, Finna was easy prey to the officials who came to find out what had happened. They asked her questions both simple and profound, but when she answered as truthfully as she could, they did not really listen.

 “Childish,” they called her, pointing to her homemade cape and teddy bear. “How can we believe one so small about something so big.”

They took her words and pulled at them, twisted them to and fro, until the reality of her account was distorted enough to fit into what they had wanted to believe all along.

“Three eyed cats, she says. Hrumph! It was nothing but a trick of cloud and sun.”

“Perhaps it was a meteor.”

“A streetlamp blew. Yes, that's what it was. Taxpayer money down the drain.”

Too scared to have the courage to believe in something beyond their comprehension, they served her with sneers and accusation, daring her to defy their rationality and eager to distance themselves from the truth in her eyes.

“Childish. Absurd. What do we do with her now?

“Who does she belong to?”

“A ward.”

“A ward on taxpayer money.”

“Her guardian does not want her anymore. Says the child gives her the creeps. Even before this latest incident, her head was always in the clouds…”

“Always dreaming up fancies…”

“Nothing to better the public, a waste to the taxpayer…”

“What shall we do with her?”

“What shall we do with her lies and fancies?”

“What shall we do?”


Friday, February 27, 2015

When it happened, everyone but Finna ran.


It wasn't too surprising, seeing how everybody in that town had been runnin' for years - even if they were just standing still. Don't have to be moving to be running away from something. It's one thing to give up on yourself, sigh without even the energy to throw your hands up in surrender, lay down on the sofa and just watch the clock tick away. It's another thing to give up on the world itself. Give up on your neighbors and your town, let them fall to disrepair and slum. There were no jobs, no opportunities or services - no one with any power or willingness to hear, let alone fix, any complaint.

So it wasn't a shock that when it happened, right in the middle of the day, at the time when every other city in the world was busy with commerce and bustle, the only soul outside in this town was little Finna Melune.

She'd been running up the street, her homemade cape flapping behind her. She'd filled her lungs with dusty air and made the sounds of her imagination echo off the tall stone walls of her prison. Even a stumble and tumble, a scraped knee and pebbled hands did not stop her. No, the fall wasn't what finally made Finna stop her stampede. The light did that. The light is what made her stop and stare, pointing to the sky.