
when i first saw Pixeldoll's "Bout du Monde" outfit blogged (sorry i can't find the blogger or even the link to her post anymore) i knew i had to have it. as per normal in these moments of discovery i resisted most strenously from TPing immediately. it's the madness of self discipline i'm gradually learning. hell, instant gratification's a wonderful thing but i'm on a budget. nonetheless, i would have it. it was just a matter of time.
normally i could go for quite some time with this gruelling and gut gnawing self imposed process. i could sleep. i could carry on a reasonably intelligent conversation. life didn't absolutely focus around having and wearing and showing it off. absent drifting thoughts of running my hands over the fine suede fabric would soon peter off. if i'd done something significant on the pink palace i was especially proud of i'd find that time to reward myself. when i had the time.
however, in this case, maybe because it was Nephilaine Protagonist's (the premiere fashion designer in the entire world), or maybe i just felt that my timely rewards surmounted my measly human attempts at restraint. yes, i had to have it. and nothing, no, nothing was going to get in my way.
unless you count all the technical elements i am trying to deal with. no matter. i TPd to Port Seraphine and amongst all the invisible walls, gray rectangles, and sculpty balls i managed to find Nephilaine's newest release.
now whether it's Nephilaine's proclivity to provide numerous options (read: many layered versions) or my inability to read the item's names, i just couldn't get this jacket on. everytime i'd put one item on and wait what seemed like an endless amount of time for it to rez, i'd throw on another piece. of course, that probably knocked off the piece i was "waiting" to rez. each time any piece did eventually rez, or at least it said it was WORN on the inventory, i'd not see it unless i toggled through Appearance Mode. and that spun me around 180 degrees. so i'd have to realign my sun on my face. is it me or is it getting darker in the world. (oh windlight, oh windlight, where for art thou windlight).
it got so damned (oops) frustrating, i threw the entire folder on me. well that just about did it (minus my mystitool, shoes, sexywalk, hair, ao, ...). all i had to do was cover up my fine Eloh Eliot nipples. if anyone does try this combination (without shirt, undershirt, whatever; i'm sure you'll be quite enamoured with Neph's sexy tailoring). anywho, i did manage to find the shirt but was hesitant to try the bottom (of the shirt). i guess naming it "bottom of shirt" could have helped but that wasn't meant to be. was it the undershirt layer? am i wearing the shirt layer or the undershirt layer? what's this going to knock off?
no matter, i did eventually get as much of it together as i felt comfortable in. i really love the details in her acid wash jeans. if she painted them, as i suspect she did, she has succeeded in keeping me a fan. the lace detailing in the sleeves is just delicate enough to tweak up the jacket's femininity a notch. the jacket's flexis are positioned to give a nicely tapered tail. it's what drew me to her in the first place. eyeballing the bottom texture of each of the skirt's prims gives a very real tactile sense of the fabric's elegant and expensive handiwork.
of course, i didn't have any boots to match. who better than Milla Michinaga to suggest Onyx LeShelle's Maitreya Dune Boots. i'm wearing them without the calf attachments since all of the boots i tried on cut through the flare of the pants. no matter. i like spending all my time editing everything. isn't that what it's all about? working for your clothes? sure, that's it. i love it. once all that's out of the way, i think you'll appreciate the results after your efforts too, go out and show off. don't tell em what hard work it is to look beautiful. hahahahahaha.