Variegated

A dull, dull day. Grey skies. Bare trees. A chill wind blowing from the north. Yes, Tessa suffers from SAD, seasonal affective disorder, and felt that there was no option but to take refuge in SL to restore some color to her life.

Variegated.

That's what she needed to become.

(For those of our AFs who have temporarily misplaced their Webster's, it means multi-colored. The opposite of the dark days of December.)

Fortunately the task was made easy by the discovery that she had inadvertently bought a fat pack of hair entitled "wild card" colors during a recent rape and pillage visit to Exile hair. Tut tut Tessa. Detail. But we have to say that Exile is so good that any inadvertency can be excused, even in one as broad brush as Tess. And the colors are amazing. We don't normally get off on lair hair but this is just great.

By pure coincidence, while browsing round in FAB, she happened to chance upon these terrific outsize glasses in an exactly matching color. What with the big hair and the even bigger glasses she looked like an escapee from Charlie's Angels. Who said that 1984 was dead?

Hair Miss Southern Belle, color Astral, from Exile

Glasses Fab.Pony Nurave color grape

Jeans a comfort cut freebie. Being essentially a slut Tessa tightened them.

The T shirt is My Day Wet T shirt from Little Heaven. We were trawling round LH looking for some hair but evverything seems to have disappeared. Does anybody know what has happened? LH would be a great loss to hair devotees.

Maitreya Green

Thing is, Tess and Maitreya have never been much of an item. No. I exaggerate. The odd item of clothing, even an occasional skin. Where else would you buy boots?

But Maitreya hair? Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Of course the fault's all ours. We were accused only today of being a pointy head and, to be frank, it's the pointy-head slider which seems to be most at fault when we put on the Maitreya demo and we have NO intention of changing that.

Conceptually it's fine, lots of wavey bits and hair hanging out in a manner which is meant to be more romantic than disorganised. But somehow it just doesn't work for us. Our greatest accusation aagainst us is that Maitreya hair lacks swish. Tessa loves to swish her hair as she goes along, the sexy walk button firmly applied in the hope of attracting the attention of guys and even the occasional fake woman. Oh yes! Tessa is as het as the next woman but the touch of a man in a skirt is strangely attractive.

So it was a pleasant surprise yeaterday, as we were going off to buy yet another pair of kinky Maitreya suede boots, that we discovered that the new Green demo actually fitted and that we could wear it without having to spend hours shifting prims, hours which could have been much better spent adjusting intimate balls.

We got so excited abiut it that we went and did this portrait in the Babydoll mode. Some people wish they could shimmy like their sister Kate. We just wish we could portrait like Babydoll.

Bush Expose

No. This is not our promised expose on Tessa's pubic arrangements. Oh no! Sorry boys, fake girls and occasional girls, you'll have to wait for that one until the spirit moves us.
No. The "bush" has no pubic connotations at all. It simply refers to the fact that the blogger's urge came upon us as we were taking the air in our hidden valley, a sinuous rill deep in the mountains of Sim Tessa where small animals gamble amongst rampant vegetation and dark damp places. Oh dear! We can almost hear Dr Freud stirring in his grave.
The linge is an oldie but a goodie, a corset and pantie set from Le Burlesque called Ruffle and Ribbon Corset. We just love the detail in  the textures, especially in the panties. Look at them in detail (No! Not you, you naughty fake ladies!). Just exquisite. And we love the little bows. Problem is, as with so many corset setups, you can only wear them for "intimate" occasions and burlesque dancing (as the name suggests). They have too many layers for anything else, mainly because the bra bit and the corset bit are on separate layers. Tessa suspects this is for those moments where the chorus line bares its collective breast for all to examine.
Shape, for anybody who is interested, is crafted lovingly by Tessa.
Skin is Tasha Peach from LAQ (where else?)
Hair is xt cinnamon from Analog Dog

Bobby Soxer

There's been a rash of James Dean movies on TCM lately and after watching Rebel without a Cause (such a stupid movie) and East of Eden, Tessa was forced to revisit some of her fave SL 50s joints, all the while contemplating what a crime it was against 50s womanhood that he was gay. The boys sometimes have all the luck .

We had originally planned to do it the easy way by just raping Artilleri. But en route we were waylaid, as so often, at Bare Rose Tokyo, SL's best value anywhere . There we picked up this lovely outfit, straight from 1956. It's called Poodle and comes in several colors for, being Jap, four fifths of five eighths of a very small amount. Look it up on their search first. Bare Rose is hell to find things, row after row of apparently unrelated goods several stories. high.

Suddenly Artilleri seemed redundant but we persisted and liberated some of her opticals, in this case Greta glasses *gray*, They're nice but you can't help thinking that, by comparison with the dazzling array of scripted glasses available elsewhere,they're a little past the use-by date. But we are after a retro look.

The hair is worth a mention. It's Kira from LAQ and is designed specially to go with LAQ hairline skins. It does and perfectly. Tessa admits a total addiction to the flickr stream of the Queen of SL portraiture, Babydoll and if you scroll through her stream you'll find several exquisite examples of portraits using LAQ hair and hairline skins. Just beautiful

Two Lovely Black Eyes

An honest opinion, ladies (and fake ladies of whom we know so many in SL). Tessa is always on the lookout for really dark and sensuous eyes. In RL she tends to the Nordic but she has always had ambitions to smoulder like a sex-crazed nymph of the Mediterranean. Trouble is such ocular attachments are as scarce as the proverbial rocking horse manure.

So when she saw these eyes, which were billed as "anime eyes", she jumped at the opportunity. Black as ebony. You can see the steam rising.

Question, and be frank with me, oh AFs, Tess can take it, do they actually look like anime eyes or are they better than that? The jury is out.

More fash details when Tess is no longer in the grip of the grippe.

Multi Climate Fashion

Many philosophers - of course this includes Tessa - have mused at length about the essential absurdity of SL and its many disconnects from the allegedly real world. The transfers from place to place in the twinkling of an eye, the flying, the skin changes from black to white to brindle, the detachability of dicks, the multiplicity of identity, of sex, even of species. Tessa once had to cease suddenly from having sex with somebody when she realised that it was herself, albeit in a different manifestation. Phew! At least she had the consolation of knowing that her counterparty had appreciated the experience as much as she had.

Which raises the important question of climate. Tess lives in tropical climes, at least in SL. Her garden is a riot of colors, greens of the palms, cycads and bananas, pinks and reds of the hibiscus, golden yellows of the trumpet flowers. The air is filled with the buzzing of bees, the laugh of the kookaburra and the Australian bellbird, and the roar of that freakin sculptie tiger which she lost amongst the undergrowth ever since that last sculptie one prim sale at Lilypili. Like many in SL she is constantly dodging falling coconuts, all the while contemplating the unquestionable fact that anybody who'd been brought up with them would never plant coconuts and certainly wouldn't lie under them (at least not if they valued the integrity of their skulls)

All of this implies a temperature which never falls much below 25 deg C, high humidity and everything that goes with that. Sweat. Red faces. Small fungi growing in the deep folds of the body. But here is Tessa, wrapped in a fur, bare midriff, looking totally comfortable and no sign of tinea vulgaris anywhere. After hours of Thought, Tess concludes that this is a technical phenomenon of multpile climate zones around the body. There must be a button somewhere to control this but Tess is not a techo and has only recently discovered how to stop flying.
All clothes here displayed are gifts with which Mrs Wetherby showered Tess after the Great Sneaky Photo Incident of the year nine (see previous post)
Hair Lydia from Exile
Glasses Genius Peepers from Miel
Diamond Pendant White Gold from Armidi Gisaci
Slacks Journey Tweed Slacks - Metallic Gold from Armidi Gisaci
Fur Brown Fur from Wetherby's
Top Karen wants a Minidress from Wetherby's

Fashionista

Hey! This is a fashion blog so why shouldn't I blog the greatest fashionista of them all, Alejandra Jumanya AKA Mrs Wetherby. This wasa bit of a sneaky little pic. Tess was cruisin' round Wetherby's and happened to cam in upon Mrs. W. Who, I must say, was most understanding about it all and personally gave us a dispensation to publish this. Personally I would've taken Tess over my knee and given her six of the best.

And Tess is pleased to report that after the Great Unpleasantness of October, the new Wetherby's is coming on apace. Lookin' really good Mrs W!