Friday, June 23, 2017


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


Wilmur and Edith - Summer, 2016

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

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


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.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Fly to peace

My best friend and I came to SL when he got sick and couldn't leave the house. It was to give him a chance to be able to interact with people and dance and run and all of that. He had a lot of fun in SL, and it comforted me to see it. After he passed away, I slept for a couple months, and then remembered the promise I had made to him - to not give up. To make myself smile again... laugh again. Edith was born from this promise.

I'd adored Donna Flora clothing from my 'normal' avatar, and the styles fit this old diva so well. I worried, when I first started the dame, if I would offend creators. Edith is rather satirical... a sort of anti-fashionista. I worried creators would see this outlandish avatar with an 'unseemly' shape cowing around in their clothing and be annoyed, thinking I was making fun of their work. One day I took a chance and introduced myself to Squinternet and asked her opinion: would she be offended to see her wonderful creations on a less than modelesque avatar? She popped right down to see me and told me she loved it. That's when our friendship started. She was my earliest cheerleader in what I did with this little old lady, and her reassurance gave me the confidence to keep doing it.

Soon she was sending me things she was working on, just to see what it would look like on Edith. She loved creating, and loved talking about what she was doing. Sometimes, when certain components wouldn't work with Edith's curves, Squinternet would even remake them to fit her. In turn, I sent her 'post cards' of Edith doing silly things in her clothing. If you look over my stuff you will see a large percentage of things Edith wears is Donna Flora. Several of my dame stories were inspired from Squinternet's clothing alone. Like the time I put on her Marchessa outfit and immediately thought: all I need now is a gun or two and I'm a super diva spy! Edith has made me laugh so much, thanks in no small part to Squinternet's support and creativity, and thus my promise to my friend was fulfilled.

I've struggled with what to say about Squinternet's journey. Everything I've attempted to say just seems inadequate. It hits close to home for me, too, as I am going through something similar right now. The Dame takes a lot of energy, and that is something in short supply these days. Squinternet has been in my thoughts so much though - her strength lending a boost when mine falters. How can I sit down when Giulia charged ahead? Even now, with the sad news of her passing, I find myself at a loss for words, and the ones I write here aren't enough.

This wonderful lady was one of the most gracious people I met in SecondLife. I feel very lucky to have known her, even a little. I know that I am far from alone in my warm thoughts and memories of her, and in my sadness of her passing. I'm a speck on a beach full of sand, just one of so many she touched and who love her. She matters in this world - both virtual and real - and thus she will always be here.

Crane Pose: Vespertine
Everything else: Donna Flora