First Signs Of Fall

It rained here on Monday. Mmmmmm, cool, crisp weather. It was an easying going day in-world too. In the afternoon I shot some photos in my apartment. I’ve become more interested in in-world fashion magazines and really enjoy reading them looking for the latest fashion ideas. Some of the stuff is high-fashion and while I appreciate it, I have concerns after my unfortunate experience with an expensive high fashion dress I had bought for the re-opening of Camelot awhile back. Anyway, here’s a picture of some magazines I have spread around the apartment.


A little later, I went over to the photo studio and shot some photos just for the heck of it. It was all just for fun. I’ve been thinking of closing the store. I’m a straight photographer but more and more, avies seem to want photoshopped pictures. The gallery actually gives me more enjoyment than the studio, so maybe I’ll open up more areas to display. I shot a few photos at the studio then Leanna joined me and she shot some.


In the evening, Leanna hung out with me over at The Line as Crighton arrived, then our crowd started to arrive. Mat chose the opening of the DNC to put in an appearence over at the Obama headquarters. He wore this certain-to-offend sign on his head with a picture of a young John McCain in his fighter pilot outfit on one side and a picture of a young Barrack Obama in that Islamic outfit that casued all the controversy. Oh my! Well, then he came over to The Line and I’m sure he upset some people. I gently advised him that it was probably a good idea to take off the sign, and he was fine, and took it off. I felt kind of wierd because it was like I was being politically correct, but our club is pretty non-political. So, you never know for sure what’s going to happen at The Line, but we always have fun.

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About Yordie

I'm an avatar in Second Life where I star as the heroine of a virtual fantasy life. In the real world, I'm writing my debut sci-fi novel.
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