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My blog has moved!

23 Sep

My blog has moved!

I’ve been holding on to this change for months now (seriously, months), and I finally realized that I need to bite the proverbial bullet and make the big switch from to

I think right about now I need one of those tacky animated gifts about this site being under construction. Please have patience as I’m still ironing out a few details 🙂

What you should do:

Please change your links! I appreciate those of you who have put me on your blogrolls and link pages. I know editing links can be a pain, but you probably hate broken links as much as I do. 🙂


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Subscribe to the new RSS feed! If you want to know when is updated, change the RSS feed url in your feed reader (Google Reader, for example). The best method is to unsubscribe from my old blog and add this one.



Hopefully I’ll be able to get my blog back on the fashion feeds soon. Please leave me tips about how to do that in the comments if anything comes to mind!

Hoorah, new look!

I have a lot more flexibility, freedom, and features to use on this site opposed to my old one. This template is one I purchased a while back for my real life blog, and I moved it over here to utilize the big feature images and the fabulous white space that draws one’s attention to the images instead of the layout. I hope you enjoy the new look as much as I do!

Thank you!

Many of you have been following my blog since I started it way back in February, 2008. I truly appreciate each one of you and the time you take to read my content. If it weren’t for you, I would not have come back from two long hiatuses to keep on going. I just love it so much. I so enjoy sharing my love for fashion, photography, and shoping with you.


About Me: Firsts!

16 Sep

I decided to take part in one of these “tagged” memes on flickr. You answer some questions about yourself and then tag the people you want to answer them after you. Cerrie Janus tagged me a few months ago, and I’m finally reciprocating :). Don’t worry, I didn’t tag you. 😉

About Me: Firsts

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There I am: little miss Themapants! It’s not often I share so much of my real life on this blog. That’s pretty refreshing, to be honest 🙂

Outfit Details Below:

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Here’s the Deal

24 Aug

I’ve been forced to go on a blogging hiatus for about a month now because of computer troubles. My dear iMac was in the shop for 3 weeks, and since they declared her a lost cause, I received a replacement computer for which I am truly grateful.

All is not perfect, however. All of my programs—including Photoshop, which makes this blog happen—were lost in that old broken machine. Fortunately, I was able to back up most of my Documents to Carbonite, so I have the most meaningful items.

Since I can’t afford Photoshop now along with all my other applications, I’m going to have to stop blogging until I can figure out what to do.Hopefully it won’t be long! You never know from where solutions will come.

Thanks to all of my beloved readers for understanding. I’m not sure how things will work out, but I’ll still be around on plurk and in world. Let’s hang out!

Brrrr, Baby!

6 Dec

I’ve spent my entire life in areas where the weather is anything but mild-mannered. Hot, humid summers and ice-slicked, snowy winters fill my seasons—leaving only occasional gasps for inhaling spring air and the recycling of autumn leaves.

No matter how much I loathe the long, frigid winters every year, I always come to the following November forgetting the misery for a few weeks as the first snow falls. Trees shimmer with icicles, fireplaces roar, hot chocolate pours, and the music of the season croons of comfort, classic loves, and magic.

One joy of Second Life is the physical comfort of the experience. No frostbite or  sunburns (unless you want them), no sweaty armpits or frozen nose hairs (please creators, don’t make these!), and the choice to where whatever you please in any climate you like. At any time.

In the spirit of the season, let me share with you one of my guilty pleasure songs, “Baby It’s Cold Outside” as sung by Matt Dusk &Theresa Sokyrka. Click below to stream the audio! RSS users, you may have to click through to listen.

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Empty Barrels

22 Aug

I’m having a hard time connecting. As simple as that sentence is to utter, the thoughts and emotions behind it are anything but orderly.

I’m so tired. I’m tired of wanting intimate, true connections with life—with my friends, my passions, and my loved ones—and having my efforts and my wishes fall flat. I’m also physically tired, as if no amount of caffeine or determination can rouse my body.

I can be a vibrant, powerful person as long as my “tank” (the reservoir of love, energy, motivation, and ideas that propel me through my lives) is full. But for some reason that tank is slowly evaporating. I’m bent over the lip of this tank—this barrel of resources—scooping at the seams where the last moisture resides and slurping at air just to feel sustained. I need to be filled up. But where do I go?

I can’t really call myself “depressed,” though I suppose some might classify it as such. I can’t say I’m sad; my life is going well, and although I have some worries, I should not complain for a moment. I’m so blessed, so able, and best of all: I am loved. I wish that singular Truth would get through my thick skull and satisfy me. But here I am, asking, quite selfishly, for more. But what do I desire? Do I need to have deep conversations? Do I need physical touch? Am I lacking intellectual stimulation? Do I need more outside affirmation? I want the joy of life to occur without outside effort (why put others to work at fixing your heart?), so I sincerely think the issues are basically internal.I can’t blame anyone else for my lack of motivation, absence of thrill, and seemingly endless supply of isolation.

So here I am, baring what’s actually going on inside to people who doesn’t even know who I am. I suppose I could post this in my RL blog, but I tend to keep things private there, too.

How does an extrovert become so internalized?

I will tear myself away from this heavy funk, put on my dancing shoes, and find a way back to the music in no time. Thema will be Thema! I’m sure of it.