Three Twisted Knots

So I wrote down that dream, which did not bother me or make me worry about the future of my home Realm as if it were going to devolve into some kind of post-apocalyptic novel at all. I mean, the people of the United Kingdom would have to do something completely bonkers like vote themselves out of the European Union to make that happen. And not only that, it’d have to be followed up by equally stupid decisions in other places, like, oh, I don’t know, somebody like Donald Trump becoming President of the United States or something equally unbelievable. Seriously, some of that post-apocalyptic shit is just so unbelievable. It’s as crazy as imagining Margaret Thatcher back from the dead, or even that there are other Realms out there, full of Faeries and other mythologically impossible beings. Just couldn’t happen.

Yeah, but there was just one little thing that was bothering me about that dream. And it’s going to sound unbelievably shallow and stupid. Yeah; I hear you. ‘Go on, Gwyneth! You, sound shallow and stupid? Say it ain’t so!’ No, but really: I knew I had seen those boots somewhere before. In fact, I was pretty sure I owned those boots.

But most of my contemporary-style Realm clothing has been moved to our house on White Owl Island, for obvious (luddite goddess) reasons. So after I wrote all that down, I hopped over to White Owl to search through the packed boxes.

Never mind that half the house looks like a building site and they still haven’t even finished carpeting the living room yet, and the ceiling and half the walls aren’t yet painted—I found them!

I found them! And I found the matching blouse as well! Go me! Well, obvs, gowns aren’t exactly the going style in White Owl, so I changed into a pair of jeans and threw on the blouse and boots.

There was a little bit of a breeze coming off the harbour, but mostly the weather was good. I decided to head over to the Sasquatch Militia to get an ice cream cone. Never mind that it wasn’t yet 11:0o in the morning. I knew somebody would be there. Someone always is.

Mm, Rocky Road, Chocolate, and Pecan Praline! I got a triple scoop. So what if the girl behind the counter looked at me kinda funny? I can have ice cream for breakfast and still retain my girlish figure.

After I finished the ice cream cone, I couldn’t stop myself from walking past the bookshop just to check the newspaper headline. Because, OK, I was a little weirded out by the idea of some alternative me living in a burned out train carriage with her two little siblings, scared to death of the grownups in the village down the way and worried about being seen with faeries.

And, thank the gods, at least in this iteration of the universe, there was some sanity in the world. The headline was something about President Sanders and a women’s health initiative.

Would you believe after that I just felt like doing nothing but going back to the Wylds and spending the day in bed with Nathaniel?

So, that’s exactly what I did.

Style Card:
Body: Maitreya
Head: Catwa, Destiny
Ears: Mandala, Steking Ears, Season 5
Eyes: Mesange, First Date Eyes (Omega appliers)
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Enya, Powder NEW! (Omega face appliers, Maitreya body appliers) Body appliers available at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!
Hair: Wasabi Pills — Marisol (Coming soon to Uber!)
Jeans: Larry Jeans, 907W, black (Maitreya Applier)
Blouse: Paper Moon, Huck Shirt
Boots: Paper Moon, Huck Boots

Poses: An Lar, from the Opal Series

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never make possibly it’s-too-soon jokes about the state of world politics in the guise of innocent blog posts without it!