#19 ~ And you said goodbye..could you see my tears?

The Fashion 
When thinking of something for the upcoming color...I finally realized that I didn't want to follow just on the footsteps of what I thought others might just do. I have the Chain and Vine dress in my inventory. I do have the new coldLogic dress as well. Both group gifts that would fit perfect for this week's Color Challenge color of Iron on Luna's blog. But instead, I stepped away and dug down a bit deeper and pulled out something that I had only worn once and wanted to wear again. This shift dress from {So Many Styles}, just a store that I've always loved to go to.

Skin: [CIA] Sofia skin NATURAL - Red Lips - Freckles (With Love Hunt)

Shape: My own

Make-Up: RAW HOUSE::: Kill Count Tears

Hair: [Shag] Black Tie Affair - Starlight

Eyes: :[P]:-Aleria Collection/Hypnotique - Dream

Eyelashes: Mynerva

Dress: {SMS} Asy Tunic Grey

Socks: Maitreya Moxie Over-Knee Socks - Mocha

Shoes: [ SAKIDE ] Latex Rubber Pumps - Gold (Depraved Christmas Hunt)

Scarf: Zaara - Kashish Scarf (FLF)

Gloves: Izzie's - Leather Gloves - Rust

Bag: Maitreya Leather Satchel - Mustard *MESH* (FLF)

Earrings: .( bewildebeest ). Alma Earrings - Gold - Mozambique Garnet (Store Closing)

Pose: GLITTERATI

Location: Cupcake Sim

Listening: Madonna "Rain"

#8 ~ Isabella Maria Radcliff

The Fashion


For this little challenge: Coral.

Skin: -Glam Affair- Monica Tan TRD 28
Shape: My own
Make-Up: cheLLe (eyeliner) EyePop Lime
Make-Up: *BOOM* Hard Candy - Pink Sugar
Hair: Raspberry Aristocrat - Dulciana - Brown Bittersweet
Eyes: .ID. December Gift / BlueGreen
Eyelashes: Mynerva

Top: JANE - Femme.lace Cami - Pink Blush
Skirt: JANE - Maxi Skirt - Lillith - Blush (fair) *MESH*
Shoes: Maitreya Gold * YaXkin Cocoa Sandals
Earrings: [Aura] Down Pour - Melon *VIP Group Gift*
Necklace: MIEL - UVA - Coral *Group Gift*

Pose: GLITTERATI
Location: The Dreamer's Islands
Listening: Silence (It's Sunday Morning)

The Paradise

Maybe what should be noticed about Isabella Maria Radcliff is the intensity of her eyes. Her mother always said that her eyes could bring down the most worthiest of opponents if ever in a cat fight. Maybe it was true, but the woman that would step onto the island not even a few months after her thirty-second birthday hadn’t even thought of those words in years.

Isa was born to Paula Ora Carlona, a Cassava native and John Michael Radcliff, a British Navy Captain,  on June 7^th, 1979. Life on Cassava was a child’s playground – the beach, the sun and the wild. War, chaos and hunger lingered in the air but for a child, she would ignore as much as she could, or as much as her mother would hide it from her. Even when those in the cantina would shout and argue about the El Generale and his men, the dissatisfaction of the people. No money. No food. Where was her father?

At the age of ten, she was shipped off to London to live with her father and stepmother for each school year, as stated in the divorce papers signed by both parents during the joint custody hearings. Her summers would be spent upon the Cassava Island during the first couple years, but as she grew older, she came home less often, opting to spend her summers in the English countryside, or to travel off to France or to America. She had the advantages she knew others did not have, so she was bound to take them – why not. Who wanted to go back to a place that was so distraught and torn?

Upon graduating from high school, Isa decided to stay on, attending the London College of Fashion. Each and every semester, her excuses would get more elaborate on not wanting to return to the island, much to her mother’s dismay – and even to her own father’s. It was like she shunned the overall entity that was her culture. By the age of twenty-four, Isa finally returned to Cassava, only because her grandfather – her mother’s father – had passed away, and her mother had now been handed the reigns of the family business.

Many years would pass by that time. Isa’s life would be what she deemed she wanted, buying textiles and fabrics for the fashion houses in London. The world she knew in Cassava would only exist in letters she would receive from her mother, which she would now and then respond to around the holidays, sending money and gifts in exchange for her absences. It wasn’t until the day her father showed up at her flat that rainy Sunday afternoon to tell her…

…which landed her back at the door of the cantina, her mother – all but gone.

#5 ~ Bombs away...

The Real
Again I waited until the last moment to write. Not that I meant to, but it kind of just happened. Today was busy running around doing errands with my mom, getting ready for her and my dad's vacation, teaching my twenty year old brother to drive (yes...he's twenty..a late bloomer), and having to drive to campus to drop off things to the other brother, who doesn't have a car. I sometimes wonder if I'm just another "mom" in the making. Sister sure, but caregiver.

Tomorrow they leave for a week, which means that for a week, the youngest and I have the place to ourselves. Which means - no one to watch over my head. I kinda miss that. I miss living by myself. I've done it for so long, and finally when I moved back home, it felt so weird living with people again. Constantly having people walk in and out of my room at will. Looking over my shoulder. Questioning on what and why I do things. I had been so used to my own embodied closure that I am not used to the openness of having one snooping at my work. Especially on what I do at times. Even while I read.

It's annoying for sure.

I do wish they had a better craft beer selection down here. I'm craving.

The Paradise
Four more days.

Some things got set aside. Busy time on the forums, and we got some more applications. I had to laugh a little as I read some of them. Don't get me wrong - people are allowed their own devices and stories when roleplaying. This is THEIR fantasy. But it's a trip to read and see what some do think of. It makes you wonder why some get labeled as they do. It's all relative.

I still need to write up the Blue Lotus' background. Urgh.

The Fashion
SIMS!  Love finding a really nice sim and then...why do they always put a piece of silly prim in the middle of it to completely ruin the whole ambience?

Skin: *JeSyLiLO* ::XmasGift2011:: *PALE*BT
Shape: My own
Make-Up: None
Hair: [Shag] Voulez-Vous (Roots) - Butterscotch
Eyes: .ID. December Gift / Gray

Jacket: R.icielli - ALEXANDRA Leather Python Jacket - TDR
Tank-Top: *Fishy Strawberry* Lingerie - Incanto Red - Sheer - TDR
Pants: Maitreya - Leather Leggings - Oil (MESH)
Shoes: *G-Field* Flower Pumps "Eve" - Red

Gloves: Izzie's - Leather Gloves - Dark Grey
Ring: R.icielli - IRIS Skull Ring / Gold - TDR
Purse: ::Duh!:: Little Black Clutch (DIMH)

Pose: Olive Juice
Location: R.icielli Main Store
Listening: Imogen Heap "First Train Home"

What I have become

We're a week from Christmas. It's the first time in four years for me. I'm home. Technically in the flesh with family - home. I guess it's a bit strange. I'm older, to say the least that being with family is a good thing for the holidays, but I find myself an introvert when it comes to these types of things. I am not the "blood is thicker than water" type of person. My family usually consists of those not of my blood, but of those I've gained along my journey of life.

Moving "home" has had it's ups and downs. I'm horribly missing the independence of my life, my existence of play in which I could do as I please. Seventy-five percent of my life tossed in ways that are gone, and the other twenty-five held down to continue on as I try to make sense of what the hell I'm going. At one time there was a method to the madness, now I'm not so sure. Maybe soon...

SL still holds a release during the madness though, with it's escape. I still cradle it in my arms and delve deep. Mesh finally reared it's head. It's all over the blog-sphere. I, for one, have jumped along...and yes..I too have taken that picture of the dress. How can I not?

Paradise opens in a couple of weeks. We are about ready. The story is set. Beauty is ready. I wonder if I will freeze upon the first week, if my writer's block will happen - that the story I want to tell will not come from my fingers. Will I hate that those that I want to tell will hate her story? I never know...It's always anxiety with me in these regards.

Skin: .::Mother Goose's::. HENA(2)B00
Make-Up: =[Pom.Pon]= Beauty-Spot-Lip
Make-Up: -Glam Affair- Tattoo Layer 01
Hair: [e] Comfort - Brown 11

Dress: Maitreya Nolia Indigo MESH *New*
Shoes: [e] Move Pumps - Antique
Bag: LaGyo - The Desperado Bag
Hair Piece: PIDIDDLE - Netted Flower
Necklace: *League* Vintage Double Stranded Soft Pearl Necklace
Earrings: *League* Vintage Heart Earrings

Pose: Olive Juice
Location: Cassava Island *Coming Soon!*