On Being

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around ~Leo Buscaglia

On BeingHeadpiece: Tableau Vivant, Moon Headress **Cutie Moon Fair** .

Sometimes I make myself weary. It’s the most remarkable thing, but in the wearing thin I realize, even at this most minute, infinitesimal moment, I am just happy I am. And I am happy you are too and we are we and with another friend we make three. What more could we want from this life? It reminds me of a poem of sorts. So for you, and I, for we and three, I hope today we will practice to be drunk. To be drunk on life. That is my wish for thee.

On BeingHair: .ploom., Aries . Shoulderpiece: Zibska, Manna . Ring; [Mandala], Motsumame . Outfit: Fellini Couture, Patchouli .

Be Drunk
by Charles Baudelaire
translated by Louis Simpson

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”

On Being Single

I like being single, I’m always there when I need me. ~ Art Leo

On Being SingleHair: Miamai, Anna . Necklace/bracelet: Pure Poison, Reigna . Eyes: Mayfly . Ears: [Mandala] .

I can’t quite put my finger on it, I was stuck on up in my own head, as I am oft to be, walking quickly through the city park by where I work, taking a much needed break from work. Just random thinking I suppose; or perhaps it’s the murky tides of angst and indecision that occur when seas change and you know you feel some “thing,” but you are unsure what “it” is. A Second Life friend is marrying Saturday, but unfortunately I had to RSVP a “can’t attend” because I’ve another wedding to go to, three the next three weekends to be exact. But the one Saturday, one of my posse is marrying, and not for the first time, but the second. I kind of admire her optimism, I’m not sure I would be able to summon enough strength to run through that rodeo twice. Our culture is so odd to me. I kind of have the feeling men look at marriage as proving their love by sacrificing their manhood, they give up sharing their “utility” with other women. For women on the other hand, giving up sex with others to only have it with one man isn’t a sacrifice, it’s a culmination of some princess dream they have acted, reenacted and dreamt of their entire lives.

desir1 Gown: Desir, Charlotte **NEW** . LM

But curious as to the ambivalence I was feeling, when I returned to my desk I googled “weddings and being single” to see if I could figure out what I feel. Unfortunately one of the articles that came up said I was single because I’m a bitch, a slut, a liar, shallow, selfish, or not good enough. Yep, she went there. And no, it didn’t make me angry, I seldom become so, nor would I take the word of a thrice divorced person as the know all of how to be married, if anything I believe perhaps her standards are set too low because if you think about it, she’s had as many sexual partners as me, she just married and discarded them which to me seems a lesson in futility, or at the last, social wastefulness. Getting married is the easy part, STAYING married now that’s the davil in the details. But as I thought about it, I knew I needed to qualify my single-ness, if not for myself, then for the other women of a certain age who happen to find themselves in this light, because I’m not one of this authors labels. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty sure I can be the first and possibly the 5th on occasion, but I’d say it’s rare at best and typically when I am hungry or tired.

On Being SingleGown: Desir, Livia **NEW** .

So my answer to her is, and it’s the take from. There are no set labels that encompass any class of people and shame on you for trying to do so. Sometimes, women are single because life happens. Sometimes women have confusing childhoods marred by their shyness of character and oddness of intelligence. Sometimes a woman’s first relationship is controlled by an emotionally abusive man, who manipulates and isolates her enough that when she is finally free of the chains, she spends a few years between doubt and self-loathing and believing she made a mistake in leaving him because he’s all she deserves. Then one day she learns to love and respect herself again, just enough to meet another man. A nice respectful sort of man, who loves and cherishes her, but the angst and tension of letting someone close causes her to be unable to sleep or eat, so scared she will end up emotionally enslaved again. So much so, she makes the only choice she can. She lets him go because she loves him. Maybe she is a person who continues to try to date, even though she dreads it, you know the dates, the one where you quietly eat your dinner while listening to him tell you about how he cheated on his wife and the mistress left him when she got what she wanted but he still loves her and you wonder whether he thought he was having dinner with you or with his shrink. A woman, who is, now older and softer around the emotional edges, wakes up each morning and is truly happy for the first time because she loves her life, with or without a man. Happy she has a male friend in her life, but feels no urge to buy into cultural mores that no longer fit her values because she is the catalyst of her own happiness, not controlled by some archaic social standard that declares if she isn’t married she is a bitch, a slut, a liar, shallow, selfish, or not good enough. Maybe, just maybe, her unmarried defining label is simply, life happened. Well, you get the picture, but then that’s just my take on it, probably not worth the time it took to read it.

Lovely Accessories

A good man is a lovely accessory, good jewelry and shoos, on the other hand, they are an extension of you, so it’s a necessity. ~Cao

Lovely AccessoriesNecklace/Earrings: Zibska, Avalon (color change) **L’Accessories** . Brows: No.7, Mayuge single (color change) **L’Accessoires** . Ears: [Mandala], elf ears . Hair: .ploom., Mookie .

The next round of L’Accessories starts tomorrow! Someone hold me down, I think I’m going to explode! Lots of pretty, pretties and SQUUUEAAAAALLLLL!!! Shoos, shoos and did I say they have lots of shoos?? But don’t take my word for it, tomorrow morning, go on over there and git you some! See? I even included the Taxi for you! I’ma a helpful Lil Cow like that.

Lovely AccessoriesShoos: Miamai, Organica **L’Accessories** . Top: La Penderie De Nicole, My Feathered Waspie . Skirt: Gizza, Tutu . Mannequin: [RO], Dress Form **FREE Group Gift** .

Hustling Towards Imperfection

I think of myself as something of a connoisseur of procrastination, creative and dogged in my approach to not getting things done. ~Susan Orlean

Hustling Towards ImperfectionMask: 22769, Mes Penseas Sont Des Papillions **L’Accessoires** . Hat: Zibska, Kazue . Hair: Boon: KBO906 .

I know, I know but what can I say, I am just being 100% me. Remember Friday when I told you that deadline at work was looming but it was Friday so I couldn’t be arsed to try beating the deadline? Well, amazing thing, the “work fairy godmother” didn’t swing by my desk and finish it up for me over the weekend. Geesh, figures.. So here I sit, with renewed desperation determination, amidst this pile of paperwork I am trying to push through by this upcoming Friday. Uff, I hate myself when I do this. So with a little late respect from my sanity, today I vow to compartmentalize my work into new smaller steps, to focus directly on it and only it and to not let the multitude of distractions ( aka you guys and your Facebook!), make my mind wander away. To help myself, I am going to pilfer today’s blog from CC:Jokes.com ( http://jokes.cc.com ). Quite simply, it’s the 10 Sure Signs That You are Burned Out at Your Job. Don’t forget, a new round of L’Accessoires is starting soon! (tomorrow, I think!). Here! I’ll even take a second and provide the taxi for you! I’m kinda nice that way. Taxi:

Hustling Towards ImperfectionTop: Gizza, Tunic, Soil **NEW** . Bag: /XIAJ/, Eenie bag **L’Accessoires** . Shoos: Miamai: Difference Pumps **NEW** .

10. You’re so tired you now answer the phone, ‘Hell.’

9. Your friends call to ask how you’ve been, and you immediately scream, ‘Get off my back, bitch!’

8. Your garbage can IS your ‘in’ box.

7. You wake up to discover your bed is on fire, but go back to sleep because you just don’t care.

6. You have so much on your mind, you’ve forgotten how to pee.

5. Visions of the upcoming weekend help you make it through Monday.

4. You sleep more at work than at home.

3. You leave for a party and instinctively bring your ID badge.

2. You blasted your Daily Planner with a .357 Magnum a week ago, but still haven’t been able to miss a meeting.

1. You think about how relaxing it would be if you were in jail right now.

Hustling Towards ImperfectionLeggins: Baiastice, Fall Mesh . Hands/Feet/Eyes: SLink & Mayfly . Poses: .Slouch .

Take from? I hope you are having a low gravity sort on Monday. As for me, well, I reckon it’s time to get back to the grind. I no longer have a daily planner, but I’m pretty sure I have a meeting starting right about now.

Best Laid Plans

of Mice and Men, so often go awry ~ John Steinbeck

Best Laid PlansHat: *Lode*, Vlora . Hair: *Argrace*, Haruka* **Japan Fair** . Jewelry: .:EMO-tions:., *Vari* . Skin: Glam Affair, **Collabor88** . Eyes: Mayfly . Hands/Feet: SLink .

Remember that big deadline here at work? The one I was supposed to slow down blogging and start working diligently on? Yep, I still have it. It’s still looming, but I can’t help my dawdle, it’s Friday after all. Any plan of being a productive member of society is officially thrown out the window on a Friday. That’s just Business 101 for non-managerial staff. Especially when the big cheese are all out of the office. Oh, and when it’s date night! \o/ Though lately I’ve had the thought I might need to pack my spork and take it along for the ride. But that’s a story for another day. My new followers may not know my weapon of choice is a plastic spork and I can wield that badboy like a shiv quicker than my date can say (with his mouth full of food) please pass the salt. Nope, the new innocent followers might not know, so best to stay on my best behavior. Well, until the cracks start to show, they always do. I’m a bit Mad Cao like that. Besides, I don’t want to disappoint Peep or Spirit, they take things like Cao acting like a young lady quite seriously.

Best Laid PlansShirt: *LpD*, *Amelia* . Pants: *LpD*, *New Boho* **NEW** . Cuff: (epoque), variant cuff . Clutch: [RO], white clutch . Poses: .slouch .

I purchased almost all of this stuff on the Marketplace again. Well, the jewelry, outfit, clutch and hat. The rest are all part of events going on right now, so if you like, hurry up and grab em. The hands/feet/ears/eyes/nails, they don’t normally change for me, I’m a pretty loyal customer SLink/SLink/[Mandala]/Mayfly/NailedIt!, so even if I don’t say it every blog, dimes to dooooNots that’s what I have on. And yes, Peep, I’m evading the subject of a certain Dock-Tore for another day. I’ll just leave it that Dr. Ben is alive and well, he hasn’t escaped…yet and we may be having dinner later.

lpdSHOOOS!: Miamai, Indifference **NEW** . Seat: [Bauwerk], Cube Poof Play (instore) .

These marvey shoos are part of the Miamai set that 3 lucky winners will win (see yesterday mornings blog http://anchailinalainn.com/2014/04/10/hidden-treasure/ ) they come in about 12 colors to boot! Three sets of shoos, a gazillion colors, not to mention a boat load of outfits and knickers in a gazillion colors.. Can you say inventory overload? It’s enough to make you inventory minimalists have a brain aneurism. Well, I’m bettin’ the horse that three of my followers wins because my followers are the smartest people on this Earth. And I’m sure I have at least 2009 of you. Y’all have taught me everything I know! So good luck and I’m out of here, Taylor’s picking me up in a few hours and I have to go home and wash that spork. Oh and shimmy up those Spanx… I hope your weekend is the non-chafing kind.

Being Useful

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Being UsefulHair: Boon, SGK120 . Hat: *SoliDea FoliEs*, Koi . Earring: [Mandala], Noodle .

1,005,850L . 4072USD . 4 Shelterboxes . Don’t give up, only 9 days left for 2014 Japan Fair. It has been a remarkably successful campaign and I am proud of all those who have participated. Let’s see if we can finish with a bang. Have a happy weekend everyone, it’s a well deserved Friday! 😀

Being UsefulGown: Azul, Lucy **2014 Japan Fair** . Headpiece: Glam Affair, Fiora Antlers . Hair: Boon, BNG331 . Necklace: [Mandala], Yakushi .

This gorgeous gown from Azul was supposed to be my NCAA Men’s Basketball National Championship celebratory dress but that dratted University of Connecticut wiped the court with us. But, I reckon that’s life. At least I can wash my “lucky knickers” now that the season is over. No really, don’t even think about it. Walk away. Peep, walk away.

Being UsefulKimono: *N*Kingyo, Choubi **Japan Fair** . Pose: [[j’adore]], Tonie **2014 Japan Fair** .

Swing by 2014 Japan Fair this weekend. I did a few days ago and found even more things I didn’t see the first time. I know you will love it. Looky der, I even included a LM for you. Yep, I can be kinda nice like that. http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Louisiana/125/129/23 I’ll probably be back this afternoon, but probably not tomorrow. My presence has been commanded by a certain 7 year old princess who is having a birthday party. As for now, I reckon I better practice that curtsy thingy. 😉

Cao and Pal

Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down. ~Oprah Winfrey

Cao and Pal Hat: Gizza, Felt Hat . Hair: Tram, Inventory Find . Glasses: (Yummy), Cateye **Collabor88** . Necklace: (Yummy), Coldrose **Collabor88** .

Well, this is my third and final “micro-blog” of things (mostly) found on the Marketplace. (Bouquet Dress, Pretty Ink in Pink, and this) If they weren’t on the MP I have marked where they are from. I hope that you have liked them all. I also hope you bring kindness to those about you and receive it back times 6. If you get a chance, check out this Youtube video below. I think you will enjoy it. As for me, dropping out early meeting with my mum’s attorney.

Cao and PalShirt: The Secret Store, Sweet Sheer. Skirt: NYU, Satin Skirt . Gloves: The Secret Store, Fine Gloves candy . Shoos: The Secret Store, Lovable pumps . Bag: The Secret Store, girly briefcase . Elephant: MishMish **Collabor88** . Stand: .Shi, (inventory) . Poses: .slouch .

I wanted to show you this skin too. Draakje talked me into trying one more, and well, I think this is it. \o/ It’s the Glam Affair skin currently at Collabor88, so 188L for a skin is a bonus. The hair is the new hair from Dura that is being offered at 2014 Japan Fair and 100% of the price goes to Shelterbox! YAY!! Oh and it comes in a LOT of colors, not just this one so something for everyone! 😀 Summers around the corner, time for a short cooler style for sure. kiss kiss!


Hidden Treasure

Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party. ~ Jimmy Buffett

Hidden TreasureShoos!: Miamai, Difference Magenta **NEW** . Hair: Dura, Japan Fair Exclusive **NEW** . Pose Prop: Behavior Body .

On April 12th at 10am SLT Miamai presents the Luxe Scavenger Hunt . Miamai is releasing their New Luxe Spring Collection and having seen it all I can truthfully say, it’s gorgeous! There are dresses, lingerie, shoes and more. The sweet spot? Three of you reading this right now have an opportunity to win the whole collection! All you have to do is answer nine simple questions to qualify. YAY!

Hidden TreasureKnickers: Miamai, Stephanie ❤ **NEW** . Pearls: [Mandala], Pearl Rain .

And to make qualifying easy, Momo and Shae have asked nine bloggers to release hints, ah ‘ell answers really, to the nine questions. You just have to find it hidden in this blog somewhere. So on April 10th and 11th sneak on over to these blogs, write down your answers on a NC and drop the NC to Shae Sixpence: and the first three people to answer all the questions correctly will win the ENTIRE Luxe Collection. I’m sure you can think of 2009 excuses not to participate, but that’s just crazy talk! Did I say you could win the entire collection?! I meant it! Can I get a booyah up in here? And get moving too! For more information on the contest, check out Miamai presents the Luxe Scavenger Hunt . And remember, the final release of the entire collection will be on April 12th, so you have to act fast! But wait! I’ll make it easy for you, I’m kinda nice that way! Good Cao. Here’s the links to all the other bloggers:

Strawberry Singh: http://strawberrysingh.com
Foxx pawpad http://stylequ0tient.wordpress.com/
Sylphia Constantine http://sylphshouse.wordpress.com/
Harlow Heslop http://harlowheslop.com/
Kynne Llewellyn http://dollsandemons.wordpress.com/
Shae Sixpence http://shaesixpence.wordpress.com/
Harper Beresford http://slfashionpassion.wordpress.com/
Grazia Horwitz http://graziasl.com/

Don’t forget to check out the Miamai link above so you will know the questions! OMGoodness I feel a frenzy coming on! Good luck!

Petals Unfold

If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the story of the sunshine that smiled upon it, of the winds that whispered to it, of the birds that sang around it, of the storms that visited it, and of the motherly tree that held it and fed it until its petals were unfolded and its form developed. ~Lucy Larcom

Petals UnfoldHair: Paper Couture, Messy Bouffant Bun . Ribbon: Nyu, Bold Ribbon . Necklaces: Paper Couture . Earrings: {Cherry} .

Often in life we tell our stories, our history, in black in white. Why would we do so when we have long lived such a Technicolor existence? A sweet rhapsody written by our hearts, cloaked in words that express how we awoke with the sunlight kissing our noses, trusting in the belief our friends would be forever friends, our parents a stable influence all of our days and happiness never farther than right around the corner. What happens to us as we age that we allow the color to fade from us to be replaced with the monotonous tones of white and black with the melted grey tones betwixt? Why do we choose to forget? Do we grow tired of searching for the colors, quit believing they are truly ours, choosing instead to take what is easy to find? Do we grow too tired to constantly fight the barrage of “life grifters” who pick and pull our glorious petals off of us until all that remains is death and thorns? Oh, and sameness. Sameness with all the other black and white and gray us’s in the world. Why do we choose to wear snide remarks as a badge of self-loathing instead of knowing another persons remark is their problem not our own?

Petals UnfoldDress: Boudoir, Bouquet dress **Is definitely a picture dress** .

Why? Because we are taught to. We must be. One need only to look at the day in the eyes of a small child to see the colors life are supposed to be, the colors, the wonderment we once wore as well. The wonder of the world around us, out of us, not inside of us. Never inside of us. As we age, and increase our cognitive learning skills we learn to ruminate, to study and remember the slightest of moments and with these moments there is often pain involved. “You are fat.. you are dumb.. you are ugly.. you are..” A few of the many things we cognitively learn and cling to as if our life depended on it. But the thing is, the pain recedes, it’s the suffering that remains, not the pain. Clothed in this knowledge, wouldn’t it be logical to conclude that inward is the dark coloring of pain but outward is the wonderment and colors we once believed in when we were young? Take courage and turn your camera outward for fifteen minutes or so. Stare at a bird or a squirrel, or a small child playing, the beauty of a flower and bee. Just stare. Fifteen minutes. Don’t make a story about it, don’t consider the science of it, just watch. And when your time is done, your moment gone, ask your self what you felt. I reckon, if done right, no thoughts involved, you will feel the absence of suffering, perhaps even some happiness, a lightness of being.

Petals UnfoldPoses: DelMay .

How do I know this? And it’s the take from to boot. Because one of the most important insights about suffering is it is created by our thoughts. Yes, we all have painful experiences. But there is a difference between suffering and pain. Pain is a physical or emotional sensation that we feel immediately, and then it passes. Once we stop our running commentary and direct our focus on the present again, all will be well. There’s nothing we can’t handle as long as we learn to not identify with, to choose not to wear those prickly badges after the actual event. To realize when someone says “you are..” the sentence is immediately gone when it leaves their lips and it becomes their problem not yours. To consciously keep refocusing on the here and now, not leaning inward but looking outward. Only then will we see that in our lifetime the wind has whispered it’s secrets to us, the birds sung sweetly to us, someone has loved us, the sun has softly kissed our lips and our life is a beautiful tapestry of colors woven specifically for us so that we can one day share our story, the happiness and sadness of it, but mostly the colors of happiness, as our days fade to dark.