
Everyone is wearing red for the holidays, so I just had to design a special red outfit myself. Red is so .... exciting!
OK, I know I'm shameless, but I love it when people say, "You look beautiful today!" I feel let down if the dress gets all the compliments. :P When I design clothes, I want them to make me look good. And I want them to make you look good too.
So what makes a woman look good? I like to think of it as flow. It's about movement, yes, but it's more than that. Flow is about how well your clothes telegraph your shape and your personality. It's about line, form, color, and ... character. It's about whether your clothes fit who you are instead of struggling against you.
Flow is SO important in a skirt! You can tell when a skirt has flow, even when you are standing perfectly still. A feminine skirt hints at your shape -- doesn't shout it -- instead of imposing its shape on you. This one is slim, straight, and beautifully soft, and I made it so long that you could be barefoot and no one would ever know. It's designed to make you look graceful. Flexi has a mind of its own when you start jogging, but at least this skirt has a gentle personality. ;-)
The midriff is pleated satin, and the bodice is a deep red and black lace that has a hint of mystery and is very feminine. The V-neck is just deep enough to show off that lovely "Chinoisserie" necklace I bought from Muse last week. You probably have a favorite necklace that would look great with it too.
By the way, I really love this hair style. It's the new French twist style at Sirena's, the one she calls "Josephine." Red hair is just right with this dress, and it's my color too. Aren't I lucky?
I had no trouble at all deciding what to call this dress. It's "Simply Elegant," and you can find it in my shop on Elysian Isle.

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Today, instead of a tour, I want to share a poem. (Yes *blush*, it's one of mine.)
The World As I Know It
Comfortable familiarity aside,
Reality is overrated.
A flat canvas
bounded by perception.
.
Shackled in a foreign frame,
reality my prison,
I glimpse barely the horizon.
.
What lies beyond my portrait?
Am I me?
Or despite appearances
a medieval Jeanne d’Arc,
an Argentine explorer,
a rose by some exotic name?
.
To be is
not
to be.
.
To imagine
is to become
the artist.





This is what International House looks like from the outside. I pretend that it's my home, but it is really a gathering place where people can hold meetings or receptions. It is right in the extreme northeastern corner of Info Island International. Just beyond the trees on the left is Bell Library, which is the tallest building on Info Island, the sim next door, and to the right is International Plaza. The wrap-around patio is a great place to sit and watch the world go by, and I have set out a picnic blanket and some goodies under a huge tree in the side yard for people who would like to stay for a while and chat. 












Oh, rats! It's snowing here too. Nice place for a quiet lunch, though, and there is already a bottle of Chianti, a cheese board, and a delicious-looking strawberry torte waiting for us. Maybe if we stay under the umbrella we'll keep most of the snow off. I happen to know that when the snow melts, this area will also be a great place for a picnic. I can see the blanket over there in the olive grove. We can sit there and watch the ducks in the pond.







