Some fashion--or fearful fashion--notes.
The world's second scariest pants reside in Mocha. The tragedy is, there's also a lot of really cool funky stuph that you're going to want to take home.
Guess it's a trade-off.
In other news, I have a new project.
This was the Hair Fair 'gift' from Miss Kimmie Mosten, the designer behind Head Mistress hair.
I...really have no words. I just...I can't...
Wait, no, I can. Was this a demo she forgot to set a head prim on? Was she intending to go through and color it all one color? Like, rez out this copy, rez out three more hairs in the same style, and color-pick until those three are done?
Save, that doesn't make sense either, because then why give it out in this motley array? Hells, why even color it three different colors in the first place??
Good gods, everything I hate about hair, all in the same place! Yippie!
I have decided something, though. Rather than vilify the piebald hair, I shall attempt to redeem it. It may take some time, but I will find a texture this demi-bandana, gypsy-but-not-really, hair will go with.
Because I just can't discard something that looks so much like it's mostly not made of hair...
I'll keep you posted.