Monday, September 30, 2013

These Are Real Tears You Know.

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I am not in Canada and it is fall and you can imagine the trauma of it all.

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I thought hubby should try to recreate the whole event for me. So I got some coloured paper and cut out some leaves and told him he should stand on a chair and throw the leaves on me when I walk by. But then he was not doing it right ... like the wind makes a sound when it blows the leaves off the trees. AND they don't just all fall at once, they have to blow gently. I told him to hold the leaves and let them brush against my face before they fall to the ground but having your hubby rolling on the ground is not the same.. Like the crunch when you step on the leaf and there is a hand attached to it is not at all like the real thing. Then the leaves were all bent and mushed and I had a cramp in my hand from all the cutting with the scissors and we were out of paper. Hubby said he had to ice his hand because he needed it for golf the next day or something like that.

I was just kinda depressed about the whole thing.

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I would appreciate it if you could all keep your falling leaves, colours, pumpkins ... all that stuff down to a dull roar. I think it is really poor manners to flaunt your autumn when there are people in the world that don't get any.

I am crying now.

I hope you are happy.

You all thinking blogging is just so easy don't you?


SKIN:  [theSkinnery] Alice 3 (toffee)
HAIR:  MONS / Mesh Hair / She02 - Autumn
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
HAIRBAND:  (NO) Flower Headbands - 4 Rose Colors  Nylon Outfitters
JEWELLERY:  FINESMITH APRIL
DRESS:  NYU - Debut, Michelle Dress, Sun
PURSE:  .: vive nine :. Wynne Clutch in Creme
SHOES:  Latreia- Roxy Paisley
POSES: aDORKable
 
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Saturday, September 28, 2013

My Deeply Religious Morning.

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So the doorbell rang the other morning and I went to answer it.

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I had a busy morning but I was feeling pretty good. I was dressed, hair combed, make-up on, earrings in ... so I opened the door to find 2 Jehovah Witnesses standing there. The ladies looked at me and one said, "Oh we're sorry. Are you not feeling well?"

Hello????

What happened to, "Hello, lovely morning isn't it?" Or "Hi there, how are you this morning?" Or even, "Good morning, Jesus Loves you."

I am pretty sure that even in the Jehovah Witness Handbook for frontdoor chat there is NO chapter where it says, "when the lady of the house answers the door, someone you have never seen before, immediately insult the way she looks by suggesting she is sick ... or maybe even pregnant."

I stood looking at the ladies for a few moments while they looked at their feet and then at their pamphlets and then up at the sky praying that Jesus would take them home, and I said, "Jesus doesn't like it when you say mean things you know? He can see you from the watch tower and that is not his happy face. I think you two better get back in your car, drive on home, and spend some time on the naughty stools in your closets thinking about our time together here."

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I offered them both a "Jesus Loves Ugly Children Too" colouring book that I like to keep by the front door and told them I wasn't going to be their friend anymore, so they were not allowed to ever ever come back to my house.

I am pretty sure Jesus doesn't want either of those two for sunbeams anymore.


SKIN:  -Glam Affair- Leah Natural - 09
HAIR:  ""D!VA "" Hair "Lana" (Moon stone)
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
JEWELLERY:  *League* The Coin Collector Jewellery Set
LINGERIE:  =MODA= MERLETTO LINGERIE SET BLACK
COAT:  [LeeZu] DouceMon Jacket (mesh, rigged) /black
HEELS:   Baby Monkey  Milana
POSES:  aDORKable  POSES
 
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Friday, September 27, 2013

The Artist That I Was.

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When you are in kindergarten and you spill paint everyone gets all bent out of shape.

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I had kids laughing at me because I wanted a green sky and a pink lake.

Skies were blue, lakes were blue ... I was not in my blue phase but that did not stop the art critics who pointed out my faux pas to the teacher with that rolling of the eyes and crossed arms and hurrumphing that meant, "You are going to fail her from art class right?"

Teachers like to scrapbook tidy students who think inside the box. I am not sure why they even have those special scissors to cut out funky edgings and shapes when all they want is nice smooth neat boxes. They try to gluegun sprinkles across the page like that is what makes it all sparkle, but I always knew it was me that was sparkling and she was just too cross eyed to know it. So ya, I got a stern reprimand and I learned how to paint blue even when I wasn't feeling the blue.

I aced art class.

I learned the fine art of sucking ass and doing what was expected and dutifully quelled the little artist in me.


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Tonight, I am getting out My Little Pony Sparkle Paints and I am painting a pink sky and a tangerine lake and then I am going to paste it on my fridge with a gold star.

I love it when the child in me comes out to play and no-one tries to maim her anymore.


SKIN:  :.::Hot Stuff::.: Mariela SunKiss
HAIR:  AlliandAli Designs Lexi Hair
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
JEWELLERY:  Indy&Co  Suuha Stones Blush
PURSE:  Chuculet Maya Bag
OUTFIT:  SAS - Pepper Red Splash
SHOES:  Ingenue Dianthus Rose
POSES:  Slouch Poses
 
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Marshmallow Me.

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I wanted to wear a flower in my hair to go to my appointment today.

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I think it should be against the law for people to have lovely flowers in their yard where they taunt people driving by in their cars, saying "pick me!  pick me!" 

I pretended I was looking at the new foal and then I darted into the yard and stole a flower.

I am not proud of myself.  I have weak impulse control.  You can't put a cute newborn foal in my face and then beautiful flowers and expect me to not melt into a puddle of "awwww."  I mean it is not like I could pick up the foal. 

Unfortunately it was so hot that it wilted within minutes.(the flower in my hair, not the foal) Dead goopy pink stuff sliding down the side of your face fails to deliver the "ooh lala island girl" image I was trying to project.

It was karma.  God was saying to me that I was a cheap thief and that I was just lucky the "bad boys bad boys" dudes were not around or I would be stunned and gunned  . . . on the ground, resisting arrest as the pummeled me some more.  "Ya so you escaped them ... here have a wilted flower you pond scum you ....  AMEN!"

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I killed a flower for nothing.

I am turning myself in tomorrow.

I can't eat, I can't sleep.. .

I am a marshamallow when it comes to hardened crimes.


SKIN:  Glam Affair - Shanna ( Europa ) 05
HAIR:  ! W&Y MODEL HAIR 17
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
OUTFIT:  Little Blue Bird  Rosechic
PURSE:  Les Petits Details*LpD* - *BonBon* Bag Pastel Pink
JEWELLERY:  Artistry by E  The Mirabelle Set
SHOES:  G Field*GF* Bow Strap Shoes "Kate" -rose-
POSES:  Slouch Poses
 
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

We All Have Our Own Hells.

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Some people declare their undying love with "I would follow you to the gates of hell."

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Like big whoop.

I have walked up to the door of a biker bar once. I also stood outside the big scary closet in my brother's bedroom ... the one where all the screaming came from at night. I even stood at the bottom of the basement stairs with one foot on the actual basement floor and the lights were off. Yes, the same basement where the unseen monster chased me up the stairs all the time - even though I never saw it ... I knew it was there. Thank heavens I could slam the door really fast, just in the nick of time.

I have done all those things but let me be clear ... I did not go into the biker bar and ask to join or to ride a hog. Neither did I open the door to the closet to see what was inside. And I certainly did not get out a flashlight and walk around in the basement calling "here monster, monster, monster ..."

I gave them all a cursory commitment.

Half hearted.

Looked good but really was all for show.

So, telling me you would follow me to the gates of hell for love or loyalty or whatever ... big whoop.

I need someone who will go in ahead of me, willing to sacrifice themselves for me. I need someone to do more than stand at the door and watch me be annihilated.  I have had my nails done.  I can't have nice nails and be getting annihilated.

I don't want to be in hell.  

We all have our own hell, out litmus test for our friends and family.  Mine is spiders.

I don't want to deal with the spiders.

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I need a spider slayer.

It's the first thing I look for in a husband and had to be part of our wedding vows.

SKIN: essences ~ Amaterasu ~ lait - red (04)
HAIR:  *Dura-Boys&Girls*36(Black)
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
OUTFIT COMPLETE:  ...:::Beautiful Dirty Rich :::... Fallen Angel (Red)
POSES:  Slouch Poses

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Monday, September 23, 2013

Tough Night.

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Had a really rough night.

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I hate it when you are trying to sleep and you have the windows open and then a bat (yes I am saying BAT and not BATS) flies by the window and with each swoosh of its wings all the air is sucked out of the room and then forced back into the room at hurricane force and your hubby is sucked out of bed and up against the screen door and then thrown across the room to kiss the other wall .... over and over again  . . .

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. . . and I am just trying to get some peace and quiet and get some freaking sleep.

I told hubby if he forgets to velcro himself into bed one more night, that is it ... he is sleeping in the other room.


SKIN:  -Belleza  - Leila The Arcade 8
HAIR AND HAT:  ::Exile:: Raspberry Beret
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
MAKE-UP:  elymode Blossom
GLASSES:  *JetDoll* - Bebop Glasses ~ Black
BLOUSE:  Tres Blah -tb- Short Sleeve Blouse - Berry
NECKLACE:  Twisted and Spoiled
GLOVES:   Izzie's Leather Gloves Red
SKIRT:  ~CandyMetal~ Flared Skirt Mesh  Animalistic
TIGHTS:  Graffitiwear  Sheer Tights
SHOES:  R2 "Aulii" Red
DOG:  CORGI GOLDEN BASKET A.I.F Pets (Binky)
POSES:  Slouch Poses
 
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Sunday, September 22, 2013

In Charge Of My Own Destiny.

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I was big into being in charge long before anyone got the yoga mats out and figured how to charge people hundreds of dollars for a weekend away eating grass and bark.

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I did it without meditation and hanging rose petals around my neck. I was free destiny-ing myself. I never waited for others in high school to vote me to the "most popular" or the "most likely to (insert something nice here anything really other than end up as pond scum."

I had a marking pen.

I wrote my own shit.

I knew how to draw a crown, and I even had a little ceremony at the time which was far more moving than the real deal.

I did it for two reasons ... I knew that I did not have to wait for other people to pronounce me "awesome," I mean, just because they failed to recognize my awesomeness was their failing, not mine ... and secondly ...

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I knew by the time anyone pulled out the old year book most of those people would be dead from a combine or hunting accident, or in jail and I would be miles away and there was no way my kids would ever think to verify the handwriting.

The best part about being a parent is that you get to make up all kinds of stuff about your childhood and God allows it if the point is to teach your kids something. I was voted "most likely to raise the best kids."

 I have my reputation to uphold.


SKIN:  .::WoW Skins::. Debbie skin
HAIR: AlliandAli Designs  Loreen Hair
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
SHIRT:  Mirror's Enigma Demi's Tucked Shirt
SHORTS:  Mirror's Enigma Demi's Denim Shorts
FEET:  [Gos]  Boutique - Barefeet - Arched
POSES:  Miseria
LOCATION:  Kazza

Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!
Recent posts there include the story of my first love and a heart warming personal sharing of the worth of a woman's soul.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Romance Hits A Whole New Level and Ironically, So Does My Sarcasm.

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I am so confused now.

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How are we supposed to deal with this whole new ass thing? I mean for years I had my neuroses all in a row. I would get dressed, try to see my backside in the mirror, turn to my hubby, or any willing, trustworthy victim, and ask, "do these pants make my ass look fat?" If they answered "no" they got to live to see another day. If they said "yes" I had a complete melt down, threatened to never leave the house, and successfully negotiated a whole new wardrobe. Now, evidently we are supposed to have fat asses, except if we spell it PHAT, that is HOT.

So, we have fat boobs and fat asses but we are supposed to be skinny as in anorexia Barbie, complete with her own puke bucket and laxatives. I imagine now young women everywhere will practice being young ladies, not with just a book balanced on their head, but also on their chests and their asses. Some old lady will be smacking them and telling them to keep their chin up and eyes forward as they glide across the floor.  Or maybe they will skip books and just go straight to entire dinner settings.  No need for a picnic table at the park, "Mandy" is here and she has an ass big enough for 3 of us to eat off of. 

At least they will be able to pursue a career in the circus if nothing else works out for them ... right next to the trained seals.

And of course everyone is lined up to buy them because well ... we need us some more body parts. I am seeing night time at the OK SL corral where you wash the make-up off your face, take off the false eyelashes, remove the teeth, put your breasts on the shelf, drop your vagina back into its folder and hell ... let the ass fall on the floor, just make sure you don't trip on it during the night on your way to the bathroom.

There you stand ... a stick with eyes.

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And then you hop in bed with the giant penis.

No need to attach anyone to it.

Everything has a hud and works completely independent of any human intervention.

Is this shit romantic or what?

SKIN:  7DS 7 Deadly s{K}ins - WeekendPromo Greed 01
HAIR:  *booN  gathered mid hairbase
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
COMPLETE OUTFIT WITH HAT AND SUNGLASSES: Bubblez Design  BB - Felicity Dress
NAILS:  Candy Nail  #P000 Basic French Nails Black
EARRINGS: PiNK CHERRY   leather earrings
BRACELET:  Silk bracelet-black Koketa 
CLUTCH:  fashionably dead(fd) Heart Purse - Red
SHOES:  Cleaver Heels Noir MV
POSES:  Slouch Poses
Location:  Rue Danitbes
 
Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!
 
Recent posts there include the story of my first love and a heart warming personal sharing of the worth of a woman's soul.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Missing In Action.

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I have been an Action Figure this week. Yup I have been Missing in Action as in, there has been no action going on ... at all ...

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In my defense my finger moved at least a few times when I had to really push myself and press another button on my remote ... it was exhausting . . . but I did it because ... well ... that is just how dedicated I am to doing things for myself.

I don't know where all my action poses and movements went but they went and I was too tired to round up the search party and the dogs.

I just emptied the kegs of rum and sent the St. Bernards home.

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I know that many of you were probably wondering.

In my head you wonder.

It makes me feel better.

So I would appreciate it if none of you would shatter the illusion . . . at least not until commercial.


SKIN: ! BaaaH ! Nicole
HAIR:  [LeLutka]-VIBRATO hair
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Angel Rock Eyelash J curl Philisha Lashes
COMPLETE OUTFIT WITH SHOES AND HAT:  ...:::Beautiful Dirty Rich  :::... Sunrise
NAILS:  Candy Nail  #P000 Basic Prim Nails Red08
POSES:  Slouch Poses
 
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Monday, September 16, 2013

I Am Almost Completely Australian.

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I am almost completely Australian.

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Except a really smart pale Australian because I am allowed to keep my amazing Canadian Intelligence and skin.  

I have lots of proof. I like vegemite. I use Aussie words and shorten everything I can. I drive on the wrong side of the car on the wrong side of the road.  I like footy.  I can sing Advance Australia Fair.

BUT the most amazing thing happened... I was walking down the hall and there was this spider running across the the white tiled floor and my first thought was that he was kinda cute! And he hid from me and then I walked by and then he peeked out from behind the door and saw me again and ran back and then I did something else and then he kinda came half way out and I started talking to him. I told him not to worry he'd be good and that I wouldn't hurt him ... and he ran across the floor to where he wanted to go and I just went on with my day. I DID THAT!! I thought a spider was cute and I had a conversation and I could see he was smiling and head nodding.

I told hubby and he was sooo impressed.

But then I reminded him there was a big difference between a teeny cute spider and a big ugly huntsman and while I seem to have embraced little spiders it was not a transferrable kind of embracement to things like snakes or anything.

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I didn't want him to think that he was off spider duty or that he could stand down or anything. 

I like a man in uniform.
 
SKIN:  .::WoW Skins::. Yvonne  MILK
HAIR:  TRUTH Becky
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:   Miamai Jaguar Lashes
EYEBROWS:  .LXB. Striking Brows Black
DRESS:  [M.o.w] [M.o.w] Fantastic Dress My Own Way (comes with 2 huds for multiple choices}
JEWELLERY:  Monique's Eternity now Ashira's Aerie
LEGGINGS:  Garage Lace Leggings Koketa
SHOES:  RRS Domina Rose River Saloon
POSES:  Slouch Poses

Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!
 

Sunday, September 15, 2013

I Was An UnCute Kid.

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I was not a cute kid. We did not have movie cameras in our phones and the opportunity to be a YOU Tube Star back then, otherwise I might have tried harder.  Being cute really has nothing to do with your looks as much as it has to do with you doing cute little girl things that make people smile. 

I asked too many questions and made the grown-ups feels uncomfortable.

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I am pretty sure that in the manual of child cuteness, is a whole chapter about NOT making the grown-ups uncomfortable.

When my grandmother first read me the story of the Snow White and the 7 dwarves I had a lot of questions.

I wanted to know which one she was married to because I had heard my grandparents talking that girls and boys don't live together until they are married. Of course boys and girls were living together before they were married but in my grandparents head that never happened. Chapter 8 of the cute child handbook explains that reality is irrelevant, all that really matters is what is going on in your parents head.

I also wanted to know why she could go and live with 7 strangers when I was always told to stay away from the hired men. Some kids grew up fearing the monster under their bed, I grew up fearing the hired men. I was never told WHY I should fear the hired men but just that I should and that when you talked about it you lowered your voice, moved your eyes around all over the place as if the hired men were going to jump out any moment, and nodded solemnly. When we got to the part about the old lady giving her the apple, I said, oh she was like you right grandma? Chapter 9 of the cute child handbook talks about the dangers of bringing up age and how one should always suggest a parent is much younger than they really are.

I had a lot of questions about kissing and dead bodies and why we couldn't keep my dog who died in a glass cage and wait for her prince dog charming to come along and kiss her alive. I also wanted to know where dwarves lived and if we could visit some.

Snow White was pretty disappointing and unbelievable to me.

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You might be surprised to know my grandparents stopped reading me bed time stories shortly after that.

Uncute kids do not get bedtime stories.
 
SKIN:  Mirror's Enigma [:ME:] Charme Light Skintone
HAIR:  ~BWH~Naturals~Gigi
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  {BS}Eyeliner with Model Lashes
MAKE-UP:  Dulce Secrets Silver Ore
JEWELLERY:  Donna Flora HARLOW set+HUD
RING:  Alienbear Design (Dark SassyII Black Pearl Set)
NAILS:  MoonDance: Square Medium Black Valentine
FLOWER:  Paper Couture   
DRESS:  MumuHime_On Traverse Un Mirroir Ruffle Gown
POSES:  Di's Opera
 
Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!

A Fashion Story Noir ... Realllllly Noir.

SL's Film Noir

Ok it is Sunday morning and it is time for anothe Blissy bitch-o-rama.  If you are in the middle of your tea and croissants you probably do not want to read this.  I am sick, I am on drugs and I may be contagious.  Just warning you.


It was a dark and storm night  and Mirabella had just put a  dent in her screen  because that is what happens when you bang your head against it repeatedly, but not hard enough to break it because that would be just mean you couldn't work on your computer and that would be stupid.  Mirabella was not stupid.  She was a blogger in SL. 

 

She banged her head against the screen because this is a story and stories need symbolism and I am writing it and I can do whatever I want.  Mirabella  was finally putting her head into her computer because clearly she had not done that months ago when she got into bed with the Designer from hell.   She has naive and kind (Mirabella - NOT the designer)  She was the kind of girl that the fashion world in SL chewed up and spit out for a snack.  

 

At first it was just a pack of clothes and a request for her to blog which she did because she liked to help people out. 

 

Then came the request to join her group, then her bloggers group and that is the problem with being nice ... it is a damn slippery slope and it is never really clear where exactly one steps off the niceness toboggan, or how.  Especially when you realize you have been sliding down that hill, not in snow, but in poo.

 


Then came the note card with the rules.    It said that basically all bloggers must post something of hers twice a week and that they must put the link to the post in the group.  They were also required to join her on facebook and her flickr group, to "like" a whole bunch of pages, have her logo on their blogs and make sure that they have her logo on all their posts.  They must also jump up and down on one foot with one hand patting their tummy and the other rubbing their head.   Failure to do so would result in public shamings, followed by stoning and the beheadings.

 

Mirabella sucked at rubbing her head.

 

A month later a special package arrived.  After opening up 37 boxes to get to the contents, as was the case with all this designers offerings, 14 heads rolled out across Mirabella's studio.  Dead bloggers.. . bearing in mind that no medical personnel were present at the time to verify that the heads, had indeed stopped breathing, and were dead.  Mirabella, having spent hours watching SUV felt qualified to identify them as "dead heads."

 

Mirabella, now fearing for her life, had to give away all her other work so that she could be available for this one designer, who within 3 months, had arrived in SL, taken it over completely, and was controlling the feeds.  Mirabella's days were spent clicking off on the 5,000 notices that came to her telling her that other bloggers had blogged the exact same thing the last 4,999 had.  Mirabella never looked at a single blog.  It may have been a futile ineffective rebellion on her part but it was a rebellion none the less and she smiled to herself with each click of the delete button.

 

 

Now the woman was insisting that her bloggers use her shape, her skins, her clothes, her poses and write only what she told them to write.   That meant that every single blog from her bloggers would be identical to each other period.  Frequent notices came scolding them that they must blog as she said.  Mirabella became an expert in making little hand motions at the screen that were truck driver swearing in some language.

 

Mirabella also  realized there was only one small obstacle on the road to this woman's complete and total domination of SL Fashion ... the other designers.  She sat back and folded her hands, looking at her dented computer screen and waited for the bodies.

 

OK I may have exaggerated and made a composite character here but nice people like Mirabella really do exist.   I promise. 

 

I do feel the designers are getting completely out of hand with their demands for people who blog for them.  While we have it pounded into our head that we must read their profiles and read their rules I wonder how many take the time to read the blogger's profiles or their "rules."  I have never seen a whole list of rules from a blogger.   They tend to have one and it is pretty straight forward.  IF, they accept review copies, most bloggers make it clear that they will only blog what they like or they feel is in keeping with their standards or style.  I don't think any of us ever agreed to sell our soul to a designer.  Just because we are on your blogger roll does not mean that we are going to blog everything you do.  We cannot survive with only one designer.

 

And it is not a win for you either to have us just blogging everything you.

 

Think about it.  If all I blog for is Designer A, then if I tell people her designs are great, who cares?  But if I am blogging lots of different designers and I say something great about a designer, it means a whole lot more.    If I am a blogger who only blogs what I like, as I am, then if I blog it, my readers know I think it is worth a look.

 

Why don't the designers focus on designing and leave the blogging to the bloggers?  Believe it or not most of us have put a tremendous amount of time and effort into our work.  It means as much to us as your designs do to you and without us you are not going to be as successful.  I am sorry but it is true.  You need us.

 

If you have crap bloggers who cheat you or abuse your review copies, then you need to deal with them on a case by case basis and not punish all of us because of it.  Truthfully it is not my problem.  It is part of the problems you have to deal with as a designer.

 

Mirabella, of course, has the option of removing herself from the designers group, but more and more we are seeing demands put out there which is basically wanting to control what we blog, and how we blog.  Relationships have to be symbiotic. You can't make all kinds of demands, insisting bloggers read them, do them, obey them and then not even be aware of the one simple rule most of us have.  We are not going to blog everything you give us.  We will not love everything you create.  Not everything you make is going to suit our style.  And if we can't take what you give us and put it together in our own way then you should just blog it yourself and save the time of sending out all those notices.

 

I have a couple of things that are mine and unique to me - my shape and my style.  It is reflected in what I blog, and how I blog it.  I don't even need to exist if I am going to blog your shape, your skin, your clothes, your poses, etc and use your words.  There is no need for Bliss Windlow.  I am just being you.

 

What do I love about SL fashion?  I love that so many different expressions of human beings shop at many of the same places and pull together completely different looks.  No blogger can be all things to all people, we all have our own little niche.  Celebrate it, embrace it.  Don't destroy it.


Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!

Friday, September 13, 2013

Mandarin Trauma.

 
 
My hubby came home from golf and wanted to know why I had thrown a mandarin into the garbage.
 
 
 
 
I explained to him that I peeled it and a whole section of the orange was missing. I have a rule.  The only person whom I am willing to share my mouth with is him and being as I was pretty sure he had not peeled the orange and eaten part of it and then crazy glued it back together ... that left only one other option ... some kind of bug!  A bug!  As in icky ... as in I WOULD NEVER EVER LET MY MOUTH TOUCH ANYTHING THAT IT HAD LICKED, EATEN or CUDDLED WITH. 
 
And then as I was eating my breakfast I looked over on the counter and there was this white wormy little icky thing and it was squirming around all icky and creepy ... did I mention it was ICKY???  And THEN I got the biggest paper towel I could ... well actually half the paper towel roll just to be sure that my hand would not ever come into contact with the ickiness and I went to get it and it jumped.
 
It was trying to kill me.
 
I tried to get it again and it jumped again.
 
I screamed and I can't explain what happened but this kind of animal instinct took over and I was up on top of the cupboard and I have no idea how the knife got in my hand but I was screaming and chopping and toweling and ... it was a battle to the death and when I was done I stood there, on top of the cupboard, sweat pouring off my body, blood everywhere and I took a deep breath and realized ...
 
I was so.  damn.  lucky.  to be alive.  
 
I cried a little bit.
 
And I held myself.
 
And then I got down and freshened up and lit a candle.

 
 
 
Hubby just looked at me.  I could tell he was deeply moved.  He couldn't even speak.
 
He just picked up a mandarin and peeled it and ate it slowly.
 
Then he put the knife back into the knife block and walked out of the room.
 
You know sometimes things happen in life when you realize you are just damn lucky to have married such an amazingly strong, wonderful person.  I think this was one of those moments for him.

SKIN:  7DS 7 Deadly s{K}ins Greed (new release Sept. 13th)
HAIR:  Elikatira [e] Locked
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:   Glow Designs
JEWELLERY: FINESMITH  NES AQUAMARINE
NAILS:  **Feel** FlowerPink&GoldNail
BLOUSE:  "DEW" Sissy shirt white
PANTS:  MOLiCHiNO *MESH* Kay Pants
PURSE:  [Amarelo Manga] - Crocodile Handbag
SHOES:   G&D the Italian Style G&D Pump v1 Line White
POSES:  Di's Opera

Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Flashing the Flash Mob.

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I LOVE Flash Mobs.

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I just have no idea how they work.

I do know that you aren't supposed to FLASH anyone - despite the confusion in the name they chose.  You should definitely have clothes on underneath your trench coat.  And please don't ask me how I know that.  You are just going to have to trust me.

If I had a penny for every time I have started singing and dancing and waiting for those other people to join in . . . man I would be so rich. I am starting to feel like maybe it is me you know. Maybe I suck. Maybe all those other people with the instruments and the great voices hear me and are like, "OMG don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact ... no way am I backing her up, she can't even get the chicken dance moves right and WHO forgets the words and actions to 'I'm a little tea pot?'"
But then I think, na, I have looked at all the videos and I think a lot of those people used to sing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and I think they have to sign some kind of agreement that they will pretend to be nice and Christ Like whenever they are out in public.

One time I got a bunch of people to go with me and told them to wait for my signal and then they should all get up and start singing. But then their teacher showed up and said that it was nap time back at the nursery and she wouldn't call the cops if I just let them go with her without any fuss. I wasn't sure those kids could pull off Inagaddavida anyway. So the next time I waited for a bunch of other people to start and I was going to join in and I waited for all the instruments to be into it and some of the people to start singing and I leapt up to join them. Evidently the Brisbane Symphony and Choir doing Handel's Messiah is NOT a Flash mob thingy. They didn't even care I knew all the words and could play spoons.

So now I am just wandering the world waiting for my opportunity. I am kinda like one of those storm chasers except I am chasing the magic ... the magic that is the Flash Mob.

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I can tell you one thing though, when I get my chance, no matter how much I want to, I will not WAVE at the camera and say hi to my mom. Nosireebob.

I wouldn't do that because for two reasons ... I am much too much a professional flash mobber and also because my mom is already dead. Ya so no waving.

But IF you happen to see me grab my ear . . . you can take that as a special hey to you my bloggees.

I told you there would be perks when you followed me.


SKIN:  Unique Megastore  Artemis Bronze
HAIR:  [kik]hair-Katie
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Al Vulo Doll Lashes
NAILS:  Candy Nail  #P000 Basic Prim Nails Red08
PURSE:  The Secret Store - Girly briefcase - Black
SKIRT:  Lisa L *LL* Claudia Skirt Red
TOP:  Lisa L *LL*Claudia Top Red
EARRINGS:  MonCheri *MC* Red Carper Earrings - Red
SHOES:  Luas Urban Style - Studs Addict Shoes Red
POSES:  PosESioN
Location:  Lisa L
 
Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!
 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Hunting In The Fall.

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I love fall. All those leaves, pretty colour, cool crisp temperature, crunching through the woods hand in hand with the new boy who just moved into your school.

Oh and new school supplies.  I love new glue.

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I liked to be on the meet and greet committee at the school. I figured if I licked the new kid first, he was mine. Then I liked to take him into the woods to an old hunters shack and tether him to the stone fireplace ... you know to keep him safe from all those girls who did not know how to handle new kids.  Those girls did not know how to take it slowly and give the poor kid a chance to fit in. I was saving the wildlife.  I was a conservationist.

Some of the guys tried to resist my charms but you would be amazed how after a month or so how they really started to like you ... a lot. They especially liked you if you brought them little gifts like pop tarts and an etch-a-sketch so they had something to do while they waited. 

I was cool with the whole thing until I saw this show on television about Animal Cops and how they raided this hunters cabin. I wrote about that new dawning here. Then I saw some shows on the crime network and I realized ....

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I needed to go back and let those guys free ... if for nothing else ... so they could finish the 8th grade.

I am pretty sure I am saved now and that Jesus loves me. That is what happens when you make things right and say you are sorry. Unless you are in a Love Story ... you don't ever have to say sorry then ... you just die.


SKIN:  -Belleza  - Leila Sk 1 for Collabor88
HAIR:  *Dura-Boys&Girls*41
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Al Vulo Doll Lashes
NAILS:  **Feel** FlowerPink&GoldNail
TOP:  Evening Suit 'Got Birdie?' - Cilian'gel
JACKET:  ISON  - oversized wool coat (cream) for Collabor88
SHORTS:  ISON - pleated shorts (cream) for Collabor88
NECKLACE:  Happy Finds
HANDBAG:  ISON  folded leather clutch for Collabor88
BOOTS: ISON - cult riding boots (cream) for Collabor88
POSES:  Di's Opera
LOCATION:  Innisallen
 
Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Dating Professionals.

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I am a girl with a lot of class.  I dated a lot of professional people in my life time. You know like doctors, and lawyers and dentists and chiropractors etc.

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You can pick your teeth back up off the floor, why is that so unbelievable?

My brother tried to say that they were not dates but they were.  I asked him what else you called it when you see someone over and over again regularly  ... some weekly, some monthly ... and it goes on for years.  I am still dating some of them, even though I am married.   He said they were "appointments" and I was just a "patient" or a "client."  Pfft ... hello role play ... ever heard of it?  My brother is such a loser sometimes.

You can argue this all you want but I have spent a lot of time really analyzing what a date is and what it is not and the fact remains ...

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When you brush your teeth, put on your best underwear, make-up, and fix your hair . . . it's a date. I can't help it, I go for the initial meeting and then they ask me back, over and over again.  When I brush my teeth, I am completely irresistible.


The real irony of this is that my grandparents always hoped I would marry a doctor.  They would look at my boyfriends and ask me why I couldn't date someone nice, like a doctor or a lawyer or something.  I did try to point out that I was not sure it was legal for them to be dating a 14 year old but they were adamant I should aim higher. 

So now I date doctors.

I wonder if they know that almost every doctor expects you to get naked on the first date.  And then they want you to wear this stupid paper nighty and they always call in some woman to watch. 


SKIN:  Unique Megastore  Artemis Bronze
HAIR:  =DeLa*= Mesh Hair "Amanda" Reds
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Al Vulo Doll Lashes
NECKLACE:  Maxi Gossamer  Jazz hand Frog The Arcade
BLOUSE:  (Elate!) Alice Blouse (Ivory)
PANTS:  Lisa L *LL*Pants-Pieds de  Poule-White &Black
SHOES:  G&D the Italian Style Pump v1 Line White
PURSE:  Indy&Co.: Marina Tote: White
POSES:  PosESioN
LOCATION:  Indyra
 
Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!

Monday, September 9, 2013

I Dance To My Own Drummer.

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My friend Mary Wickentower came to me to ask some questions about personal dance huds. You know, one of those you wear and your friends and other people around you can click on you and dance too. HAHAHAHAHA.

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I told her I was the wrong person to ask being as techinically, in order to do that, you have to first be somewhere where people dance and then have friends or people who dance around you otherwise there just aint no need for clicking anything. Clearly, I have no friends, no dance invites, no people dancing around me and no need for a hud for people to click on. No-one is dancing with me.

She told me that I would be henceforth referred to with my Ojibwa name, "Dances with Herself."

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I wish someone had told me I had an Ojibwa name because I think that may have been what those kids were calling me back in Jr. High. I don't speak Ojibwa so I can't be 100% sure but I bet you anything that was it.

Can anyone tell me does "Dances with Herself" sound a lot like "LOOOOOSER" in Ojibwa??


SKIN:  7 Deadly s{K}ins Greed B2 T3 7DS
HAIR:  D!VA  Naomi
EYES:  IKON 'Sunrise' Eyes - Brown Dark
LASHES:  Al Vulo Doll Lashes
OUTFIT:  (Includes nails, jewellery)  CCD Fall is Coming


Ever wonder how my mind works that I come up with all this stuff?? Well ... I have no idea BUT if you enjoy this Blog you might be interested in Bliss/Aria's other blogs - find out more at Aria E. Appleford Blog. It is named after me. Because it is mine and we had a meeting and I proposed it, seconded it and voted it in. Unanimous! Join us on Facebook!