Creole Lady Merm-a-lade

Tithis String of Tideborns has been a friend of mine for a couple of years.  Greek by birth, the sea is in her heart and she’s long been my favorite Mer-designer in SL.  Wildly talented, with a great eye for fantasy, practicality and color; with the advent of mesh in SL, it was only a matter of time before she produced a fully mesh Mer Avatar.



She’s a really fantastic build, well-proportioned, great detail.  The blend between woman and fish is smartly done, and the whole thing moves beautifully.  Even more so as there’s an add on Hud to ensure the mesh tail moves in sync with older Mer AOs that were designed around flexi-tails.

When you purchase the Xothian, you’re choosing the skin tone.  You get your choice of 10 differently colored tails, and as many differently colored eyes and nails as well as four different makeups all controlled through a single HUD.

There’s a LOT to love here.  Tithis even made an armor set that fits perfectly and adds that extra bit of bling.  She has plans to release a male version, as well as new Mesh Avatars that are only limited by her imagination.

There’s enough room for customization, I think, that you won’t get a lot of samey samey that people fear when it comes to Mesh in SL.

So if you’ve ever had the urge to learn if it really is better down where it’s wetter; the Xothian is a worthy investment.

Avatar And Outfit – Tideborns – Xothian – Ash Drow

Hair – Exile – Hearts Don’t Break even in Wild Fusion 2

Pose – Lost Angel – Undersea Treasure


Ramadan Kareem

Today starts the Holy Month of Ramadan. Which for Muslims around the world is a time of fasting and prayer and reflection. My heart remains in Egypt, a nation struggling to find its footing in freedom after decades of corruption and political oppression.

I wish today was the start of a joyous and warm holiday season. But it looks like this time I’ll be turning to my faith for comfort more than gratitude.

For health reasons, this will be the second year that I will not be able to fast for the season. Non-Muslims will perk and say “Why is that a bad thing?” But I like the fasting part. I may whine during the first week or so, but after that I hit my stride. There’s something cleansing about the process, and a victory felt as the sun sets, the prayer calls start, and the dates and apricot nectar come out before the big Iftar meal. Not being a part of that makes me feel a little outside of things, and a little sad.

It’s also the first Ramadan I’m starting out alone. My husband and I have had a tradition of taking a brief weekender vacation the weekend before the start of Ramadan; and the first Iftar used to be held at our house with family and friends. I used to spend all day preparing and cooking and setting the table with the fancy china, and turbo-cleaning the house, and keeping the cats out of the way. Today? I went to the medical center for blood tests. My husband is out of town, has been out of town for the past few weeks, and will continue to be out of town for the next few weeks. I can’t even be sure right now that I’ll see him before Eid. So I’m on my own.

So this season, I turn to my faith for comfort now more than gratitude, and will spend time with the Qu’ran, curled up on the couch doing the cover to cover reading alone. I’ll make more of an effort to make my prayers on time. I’ll pray that my husband makes it home safe and successful. I’ll pray for the health and safety of our family back home. I’ll recite my prayers in hopes for peace.

It won’t be a bad thing or an unpleasant time. Just more pensive and reflective and personal.

Ramadan Kareem.

Hero in Spirit

It’s been a rough week physically and I’ve just had a hard time mustering the energy to be communicative and positive and all the things I try to be.  Those who know the RL me know why, and they’re being supportive where I let them.

So today’s post is brief, but not exactly phoned in.  Strawberry Singh ‘s weekly meme presented a fun challenge and I wrestled with which movie poster to mimic.   I chose “Resident Evil: Apocalypse” mostly because I just love the word “Shopocalypse.”  Also because at least in a virtual world I can look like I get stuff done.


I’ll come back later and add design credits; but the skin is the new Ashley from BIRDY and is as usual for her, lovely and delicate.

The Sacrifice (A Flash Fiction)

The SacrificeIt had been his rule as long as they’d been married. You have to get rid of something old in order to get something new. She stared into the sparse wardrobe, the spoils of her afternoon tumbled across the floor from their glossy paper bags. Two pairs of shoes, a dress, a jacket, some stockings and pretty lingerie to match. She’d felt wonderful as she’d walked down the street, those shiny bags bouncing with every staccato click of her heels against the concrete. But now, as she stared into her pared-down wardrobe, the high had faded and she was faced with a choice. She fingered the dry-cleaning bag that archived her cocktail dress. She didn’t go to cocktail parties anymore, and the dress was out of season now. But she worn that when she’d met him. A different him. One that tried to convince her that she didn’t have to make sacrifices.

She’d worn those espadrilles when she’d met him later in the park, and he told her all she had to do was pack it all up and walk out. It would all fit into a suitcase. She’d packed before just to see if she could.

She reached up and worked her fingers into the shoebox that had once held a pair of sandals sacrificed for a pair of suede boots last fall. But it wasn’t the heel of a boot her fingers closed over. It was the grip of a gun. A small revolver he’d put there in case of a break-in. He’d been wrong, the man in park. You have to sacrifice something old in order to have something new.

This is a Flash Fiction piece – a nod to one of my very favorite writers, Nobel Laureate Naguib Mafouz, who was known in his later years for his ability to convey entire stories in the span of a couple of paragraphs.    The point being to try to convey an entire story, including protagonist, conflict, obstacles and resolution in as few words as possible. 

Hair – TRUTH – Candy in Blonde

Skin – BIRDY – Audrey – Vamp Makeup – Pure Skintone

Blazer – The Secret Store – Structured Blazer in Chalk

Corset and Skirt – The Plastik – Princes Collection from 50L Friday

Shoes – G-Field – T strap in Cream

Pose – Glitterati – Shopaholic’s Closet


Almost everyone who talks to me for more than 30 seconds learns I have two cats. So Just a spoiler. There will be cat pictures, and they will be adorable.

Catloaf is what we call it when one of the cats sits on the floor and tucks her feet and tail under her body so that they aren’t visible. It makes them look like a meatloaf, or a loaf of bread, so the logical leap is “Catloaf.” Loafing is a grand word for what they do all day. Lick themselves, sleep, eat, and poop.


Meshmesh Demonstrates the Catloaf

I planned on joining them. A slow day curled up on the couch, watching things on Netflix. Probably doing my part as a cat warmer and petting machine on demand. But you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men… they are always waylaid by cats. This is all going to make sense in a bit, I promise.

I am often plagued by fetal story ideas. I think many writers are.. That is to say Ideas that we can fit into a sentence and condense, and they sound like they’d be great, but developing them past that point can be a challenge at best, and at worst (And most if you look at my hard drive) results in a pile of half-finished novels that just wrote themselves into a corner and I haven’t figured out how to write myself out of that corner yet.

I had a friend who once referred to this plague as the “Popcorn Kittens.”   Naturally derived from the YouTube video there. If you imagine the kittens as Ideas (And can include the Joplin in your head if you like.. Yakity Sax works well too) There’s all of these ideas bouncing around, competing for attention, running into one another, and it can feel utterly impossible to sort all of them out and choose one that will sustain through the thousands of words it takes to make a novel.  It’s often the source of my “Writer’s Block.”  I may say, “I can’t think of what to write.”  When the truth is more, “I can think of too many things to write and can’t fixate on one long enough to make into something substantial.”

Conversations with me can be like that too, skittering around from one topic to another, bumping into one another, fighting for attention. My head is a noisome place to be, between my own worries and anxieties, my struggle to read between the lines, or interpret tone and facial expressions, the challenges of jockeying between two languages and trying to make it look easy. Sometimes I wish it would just be quiet for a little while and let one idea shine through and grow and develop into something wonderful and useful.

I had one of those days today, where my head was noisy and jumping from one idea to the next. I just couldn’t settle down, and so the popcorn kittens distracted me from catloafing.

The Catloaf in this post is named Meshmesh (Arabic for “Apricot” and used the same way westerners will call someone “Pumpkin” as a term of endearment); she’s a pound purry that we adopted close to two years ago as a kitten. She’s adorable; still clinging to her kittenish features as she grows (We’re pretty sure she’s pushing 12 lbs); with big wide clueless eyes and tippling back and forth between impossibly affectionate and needy to flying furry terror. She’s just as soft as she looks, and since she relaxes when I pick her up, she’s smooshy too. She’s also the younger of the two cats, and Asmen’s favorite.

Atuta being.. Atuta

Atuta being.. Atuta

The older is Atuta  (Arabic for “Tomato”); who we’ve had in our home for nine years now, and she was maybe 2 years old when we adopted her from a rescue agency.  Atuta’s a big cat; at close to 18 pounds and has settled down in her old age; preferring the quiet of curling up alongside a person for a nap. She’s not skittish around people like Meshmesh is, and there’s a sincerity about her affection that lets me believe that she knows when I’m upset and need her to pet and soothe away whatever’s aching me. She’s getting a little stiff in the joints, and is pretty well set in her ways. I call her my old lady, and she and I have been through a lot together.

So I was going to curl up with her and watch movies and just try to relax. Meshmesh would have joined in and rather than sit next to me, would sit on me. But the popcorn kittens got in the way. And so I posted.

I Need a Vacation!

Some days, you just find yourself getting frustrated by all the things you normally love dearly.   The sun is out, the weather is warm, and you inhale deeply…and only smell air freshener and AC.  I need to go to the beach.

I grew up on the beach…some really beautiful beaches actually.. picture included below so that you may seethe in envy.


That’s the Mediterranean Shore in Egypt, just a little west of Alexandria.  It’s not just for envy; but I have to ask, how could anyone live in a place like that and not have it crawl up under the skin and become a full on addiction?  I’m an Addict.  I’ll own it.  I need to live fairly close to the beach, get the sunshine, smell that salty, fresh always moving air.  I don’t even mind the annoyances of sand all over the floor (This is why you don’t have carpet), or sudden quick bracing rains that tend to blow through in Winter.  Or.. as I’m staring down possibly moving back to the beautiful Emerald Coast of North Florida, the occasional city-obliterating Hurricane.  Heck, Ivan and Katrina were so close together I sometimes get mixed up which came first. (Ivan, by the way).

So I think I’m having withdrawals again.  I need a beach.  I need sand in my toes and to run down to the wharf and meet the boats when they come in to get the pick of the fish.  I need to sit in the sand and the sun and drink a beer and read a book.  I’m not alone.

In case I  haven’t covered that base; I’m one of the bloggers for  Which if you like shopping (You’re in SL, of COURSE you like Shopping)and have a hard time keeping up with events; we do that work for you in a neat condensed easy to use format.  It’s a shocking amount of work.  We’re not phoning this in.  A Seraphim blogger goes to each event, and takes the photos we use.  If it’s a “Hop Around” event (one that makes you go from sim to sim) then we’re there too, and saving correct SLURLS along the way.  We let you know if there’s demos, land impact, item permissions, and all sorts of things in a short little caption in each picture.  It’s not about us, it’s about you.  So personal commentary is kept to a minimum, and we just step back and let the designers shine.  I love that about Serpahim.  Almost as much as I love up on my co-bloggers in both blogs.  You see my co-bloggers here at the Salad; but I get to show you some of the Co-Bloggers over at Seraphim today!  Brace yourselves, they’re gorgeous.


From left to right.. That’s Liane, Dani, Vix, Shae and Me.  And that’s what I call them for short. They’re also Bloggers for both Seraphim and themselves, And I’ll make sure to Include their linkages below so that you can see them too. Also?  All Photo credit for that one up there to Dani, who makes us look Mega-Fab.

I joke about it, but there’s a lot of times I feel like the bad child of the crew. They’re all gorgeous glamazons exuding taste and style and put-together-ness.. and I feel a lot of time like they’re  En Vogue and I’m Lauryn Hill and for some unlikely reason we’re all hanging out. (I just dated myself again, didn’t I?) Everyone’s talented and lovely; but En Vogue was always polished and put together, and Lauryn Hill managed to give the impression that the look was secondary to her.

I say all of this, by the way, while having been shopping with Dani while she was wearing nothing but a lingerie set and a blazer.  And I still feel like she looked more put together than I could.  Some gals just GOT STYLE.  And some of us are just beach bums who hope not to embarrass them at fancy parties.

That being said?  We’re all just a little not right in the head.  We all have a pervy streak, like pretty boys.  We don’t all like the same kind of music.  We’re all married and fairly close together in age/maturity though; and that completely changes the dynamic of how we communicate.

Vix is a recent mom, and her little girl is so insanely adorable that I can’t show you a picture.  I saw a picture of her and decided on the spot that it would be impossible to have a baby of my own since she set the cute baby bar so insanely high!  She’s also as bad (if not worse) of a NOLA-phile as I am.  NOLA.. for those of you not in the know, is a short way of saying “New Orleans, Louisiana.”  Get it?  NO = New Orleans, and LA = the postal abbreviation for Louisiana.   She been super patient as I wriggle my way into the Seraphim Crew and sort out just how much load I can carry. She’s also the Originator of the Seraphim Blog so… I guess that kinda makes her my boss?

Dani’s been a super patient mentor and guide.  She taught me how to format my posts, reminded me of things I forget, and she has to be one of the most incredible Multi-taskers I know.  She just juggles it all with ease.. or at least she makes it look that way!  She and her husband are the kind of sweet not syrupy couple that Big A and I would totally hang out with over the weekend.

Liane and Shae are the other two in the picture, and the other two chatty cathies.  Clicking on links from them is a thing done at your own risk.  Be careful what you say, because they will find a way to make it hilarious.  They’re witty and sharp and sassy and super fun.

And that’s just the tip of that iceberg.  Seraphim bloggers work hard and play hard.  How hard?  How many Arcade Items can you find in that picture up there?  All Three of the rare Bikinis you say?  Some rare floaties drifting in the waves to the side?  I wish I could say that was it.. but it’s not, and we should all probably be ashamed of how much we’ve spent at the Arcade.  Many of us not even actually making it on sim, rather hovering on neighboring sims and praying the select distance wasn’t too far.  We should be ashamed.  But we’re too busy making girly squee noises over teacup pigs, or running over all the things in Vespa-style scooters in the rush to get to our cute little tents to know true shame.

I need to stop writing now.  I’ll keep rambling, and if you’re reading, I’m not sure how much you care about all of this.  But for the “What I’m Wearing”:

Hair – Wasabi Pills – Lola Summer in Lemon Tea

Skin – Glam Affair – Cleo 06 in Europa

Hands and Feet – SLink – Avatar Enhancement hands in Casual and Feet in Medium.

Mani/Pedi – MONS – Rocker for SLink Avatar Enhancement (Available at The Dressing Room Fusion)

Ears – Mandala – Stretched female

Eyes – IKON – Sunrise in Egyptian Blue

Lashes – Maxi Gossamer – Wild Full Thick in Black

Lip Rings – EllaBella – Ballad of Stars

Bikini – PaperDoll in Calypso (RARE Prize at The Arcade)

Shoes – Hucci – Embessa Sandals in Marine Blue- Available at FaMESHed

Tattoo – Identity – Courage to Change

Being the Change

SnapshottedI don’t think I intended to get into a dialog on the art of constructive criticism. And I won’t really elaborate much here on the how that happened. Ask me in world if you must, but overall don’t expect much in the way of negativity from me. When I wrote the first draft of this post; it was something over 3300 words long; which on 9gag would mean I would have to have the courtesy to end the post with a potato; and would still merit responses of “TLDR,” or “Too long, didn’t read.” So I was going to break it up into chunks and talk about the different things I ask myself before I write a critique for publication.

Or I could be Elle, who just went right ahead and decided to be the change she wanted to see in the world.

THIS is the critical intelligent insightful review we crave. A candid look at the work; not statements as to the creator’s personality or character. So I’ll Fangirl her review all over the block.

Do I wholly agree with her assessment? Yeah and no. But that’s a matter of personal aesthetic. I personally like the airbrushed look for certain things; and so it definitely has its purpose.

I absolutely do agree with her on the “Ethnic Skin,” issue, and it’s an issue we’ve pretty much always had in SL. The mild frustration I think more than a few folks feel when they want their avatar to reflect a particular race. Race isn’t just skin color; there is bone and muscle structure behind that. Now logically you’d say, “Okay so if I had a fairly ethnic shape (i.e. an aquiline nose, or almond shaped eyes) then any skin will look ethnic.” And then you learn that’s not true. Likewise, you don’t frequently see skins that take into consideration that non white folks aren’t built the same; and more than one store designer simply darkens the color of their skin without adjusting the features to reflect the ethnicity they’re trying to convey. Skin and Shape are the meat and potatoes of your avatar; and I’m sure we all know that getting the right combination to get the look you want can be a challenge.

But back on point. Elle did it right. And she deserves a lot more attention than she’s getting for it.

I didn’t t really dress up for this one.  It’s been a tired day and I’ve not been as motivated to get off the couch as I would like to be.

Hair: Ploom –ValyraII in Monochromes

Skin:  Alchemy – Drow in Granite

Shirt: Eneleya’s Creations – Tamara

Feet:  Slink – Mesh Barefoot – flat.

Jewelry:  Mandala – Lust Face & Ear Piercing

Couch: Lisp – Anna Sofa

Gin & Haterade

gatsby_004I just re-wrote this post. Just wanted you to know that. It was a long tirade against some people who had recently attacked some very dear friends of mine in various forums with regard to SL. And you know what.. I went to add the song at the end… and I just.. Changed tack. So before you continue, click the link, and leave this playing in the background as you read.

Rather than jump on the bandwagon of petty nastiness and haterade that seems to be circulating in SL; I figured my friends could use a love letter, something positive to turn to when they get bruised by the merciless storm of nastiness and pettiness that can surround them.

Dear Lakua and Pupita;

I am profoundly sorry that you both have been hurt by vindictive and cruel and thoughtless people who lack the maturity and grace to work with you instead of against you. You are, to me, both beautiful people whose love of music and willingness to share your amazing talents as musicians and builders with the SL Community is something to be cherished and kept dear.

You touch a place with me; one that fills with warmth as your music and build work evokes memories of a thrilling and magical time in my life. From sitting in the backseat of my friend’s VW Cabriolet shouting along to the Ramones’ “I Wanna Be Sedated,” as we drove the Corniche to Ft. Qetbey for ice cream; to curling up on the windowsill of my room, writing decidedly bad poetry to The Smiths and The Cure. While I joke about my taste in music in my teenage and young adult years being “Hipsteriffic,” many times it alienated me as well. Not having many friends that I could share my love of that style of music with was something that could be difficult for me growing up.

While I’ve decidedly matured over the years; and my tastes have become more eclectic; those anthems of my youth still strike a chord with me. And what you have brought to SL touches that same chord, plucks it and makes it sing.

I admire, profoundly, that you both are coming together to turn something positive from the negativity that came after you. That is am amazing and beautiful trait that speaks volumes to the power and beauty of who you are. Never lose that.

I know my song choice for this may be a little “mainstream,” but it speaks directly to the point. Don’t lose who you are.

In love and music,


Dear Ikon,

My heart breaks that your work became the target of someone who has neither your talent nor your maturity. It made me angry; knowing you, and how much of you goes into what you do, to see someone use negativity and immaturity to capitalize on the amazing person you are.

You carved out a place in my heart from our first conversation, and only succeed in wedging yourself in deeper with every conversation that has followed. I am so deeply grateful to know you, to have some chance to bask in that beautiful magnificent spirit that makes you you.

I am all the more grateful that you have let neither time, distance, nor my own foolishness interfere with that. I never told you. But the day I reached out to you, I was scared that too much time had passed, too much distance. Being met with such open arms and such kindness brought tears to my eyes.

Eyes that you know so intimately; how they’re constructed, the incredible artistry that nature has wrought that you capture so elegantly and faithfully in your SL Content contributions. You are brilliant, insightful, and thoughtful in ways that I often worry are dead for so much of the world.

So please, don’t let that one person diminish you. They can’t. You are amazing as you are.

In gratitude and attitude,


So I started this blog entry apparently having gotten into the same haterade that seems to be in a lot of people’s cups this Memorial Day weekend. I decided to add gin to mine, to cancel out the hate, and honor the spirits of the content creators I love by sharing some of that love instead.

Today’s Look, in honor of the Roaring ‘20s (When the cocktail came to prominence.. And you just try to tell me Haterade and Gin isn’t a cocktail), is also the aftermath of an impromptu photo shoot that I hope we’ll get to share soon.

I’m going to try something out here and see if it’s helpful.  If the Link in the list below is the STORE’s name, then it’s a SLURL to the Store.  If it’s the PRODUCT name that is the link, then it’s to that specific product on Marketplace.

Doin’ It Like A Dude

Doing it like a dudeMy co-writers have expressed how sad they are with the arrival of Summer, for their various and entirely appropriate reasons. And here I go again revealing myself as the old bat in the belfry when I point out that this Summer, I have hopes, and so I’m not really sad.

My biggest hope is that my husband and I will be done with the immigration process for the both of us before the end of Summer. It has been a long, expensive and emotional battle. One that’s left at times jaded, resentful, and just plain tired. The Gang of Eight and Congress are starting to make steps forward on some real reforms to ease the burden on all sides of the fence. Unfortunately, those changes won’t have any real impact on us and our situation. We’re not illegal immigrants, we have our papers. I’m already in possession of my blue passport (American Passports are blue; Egyptian ones are green). We’re just waiting on Big A to get the last approval and his date set for his swearing in.  He’s about three  years overdue for it.  Yes, they’re telling us the backlog is three years long.

So we went to USCIS (United States Immigration and Citizenship Services) in Atlanta to get his stamp renewed in his Egyptian passport, and to remind them that we are still here and still waiting. The trips are mostly pointless; but it’s a few hours of precious time with the husband that I don’t normally get.

See, he’s been out of town scoping locations and looking for businesses to buy so that we can move somewhere with opportunities for us, and our friends and families. So I don’t see much of him at all. Dee and Asmen are great friends who offer a lot of support to a lonely housewife. But sometimes I need something more tangible when I miss him a little too much. So I’m known to root around in his closet and pull out his shirt to cuddle into and enjoy those scents of him that linger. Aftershave and soap, and Aqua di Gio cologne. Oh and HIM. That, whatever it is about him that smells like him. When he’s gone, I sleep on his side of the bed for the same reason.

So the pic today is inspired by running around in the man’s clothes. My Av looks better in them than I do. But she’s usually way more put together than I am.  Here’s some Jessie J for the fashion choices we make.

Things I Love – Ionic

Engrama concert at SyS

I’ve mentioned Ionic before But thought hey.. You know.. They’re kinda all over my house and Av so maybe they deserve their own entry. Granted there will probably be a few content creators like this, and so a few entries. But inspiration strikes when it strikes. This time it struck yesterday when I had a few minutes to steal to go see the creators create something I love more than SL.. Music.

Pupita Helstein and Iakua Arriaga make some really great meshyness that’s put out in their store Ionic. A combo of furniture, clothes and buildings that in most other cases would be too much; with them it all just screams “TAKE MY MONEY!” The accessories provide that eclectic indie look that reminds me of my favorite place to stay in New Orleans. Frames leaned against a wall; a collage of indie album covers; speakers and guitars and drums. Decor with lyrics of songs from The Cure, The Smiths.. The list drones on of awesome and you’ll probably see more of their stuff as my blogging continues as I’m thoroughly an addict of most anything they produce.

As I mentioned before, where I grew up; this kind of music wasn’t what we heard on the radio. And I felt pretty Hipsteriffic tooling the Corniche with “This Charming Man” blaring over the speakers. As English isn’t my first language, I rarely looked for meaning in the music beyond the way the sounds all came together; but Morrissey spoke to me. The Clash belted out my teenage rebellion with all the discordant gravelly awesome I wished I had the courage for. The Cure gave words to my moony unrequited crushes.

I had a less than quiet moment of rage when I saw a Cadillac commercial recently that featured the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “Phenomena.” I remember when that song came out. It wasn’t THAT long ago, 2006 I think. Certainly not long enough ago to merit being used to advertise a car I’ve always thought of as being for old people. After all, I’m not old! One of my favorite songs to sing along to on Rockband 3 is their song “Maps.” While I was always rather proud of my high score..I’m hardly that great a singer. Though whatever ego I had in that regard was utterly crushed when I heard Iakua Arriaga belt it out with a haunting beautiful desperation that just stunned me.

Both Pupita and Iakua have a wonderful grasp of both the technical and emotional sides of music. Both have beautiful voices that are as expressive as they are confident and assured. And they moved easily between covering great bands into their own haunting, almost ethereal material. They call themselves ENGRAMA; and I highly suggest grabbing their tracks for a listen here.

One of my RL guilty pleasure is collecting Cure covers. Meaning other bands and people who cover songs by The Cure. The way the message of “Love Song” can change from one band to the next amazes me. Engrama’s version was a jaw dropper. With Iakua’s plaintively echoed beautifully pitched vocals and Pupita’s precise and elegant guitar; their version rapidly fell second in line only to Niyaz’s cover of the same song in my “Favorite versions of Love Song.” Yeah, I just put her over Adele. Deal with it.

So the picture today is of them; not me, at SyS’s anniversary celebration. So, no list of things worn; instead; click through the links above for a more musical experience. And make it a point to stop by Ionic for all of your nostalgic indie needs.