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JUNK FOOD - "Monster Sale". Ya this is not a blog this is a flat out, be there and load up those Halloween parties with the good stuff kind of pic! I mean, just show up and look there in the background, you're already getting free candy. Come on over and visit what I like to call the Disney World for Foodies.
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"...A super-cooling, skin-quenching mask that gently peels away impurities that can cause skin to be rough and dull. Contains Cucumber Extract and Aloe to soothe while moisturizing, ensuring skin feels soft and silky-smooth after every use. Perfect for normal to combination skin..."
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At exactly 2:46:30 P.M. every day, the wind blows in a northeastern direction. This is also the exact time Farrens the Clock gets his daily facial. Seagulls evidently can tell time!
Tacoma, Washington 2017
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Caricatured in Paris at home !!! LOL !!!
The paint peeling off the planter
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No, there were no moisturizing creams in a synthetic bottle back in the Bakumatsu period. But that's not the point. 😂
Our Beautiful Body Butter is such a decadently rich moisturizing treat! It has such a lovely thick texture that will soothe and deeply hydrate even the driest skin. It’s comprised of 98% natural ingredients, so it’s naturally luxurious and nurturing. This Body Butter melts right into your skin, allowing the nourishing ingredients to immediately go to work plumping up your skin and replenishing your lost moisture, giving you the beautiful skin you’ve always dreamed about.
What an old biddy like me needs every day...lol
Another reject from Macro Mondays theme Ready for the day.
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I've been on a bit of a beauty bender recently. ;P
I needed a black mascara so thought I'd try this out. The mascara smells like the dolly girl perfume which is weird to me (do eyeballs really smell that bad??) but it covers well so I won't complain.
Besides the winking mascara tube makes it worth it. ;)
(previously published on geo.fr, in a smaller sized version)
(précédemment parue sur geo.fr, en format plus réduit)
Londolozi Game Reserve
South Africa
Near Kruger National Park
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Not finding a larger body of water, the hippo was resting in a small pool not much larger than its body hunkering down to stay cool. You could see the animal was not very comfortable there with its skin turning pink, so when our jeep approached the hippo got up and started walking away. This is my third image of the hippo. You can see another one in the first comment section.
Hippos secrete a reddish oily fluid sometimes called "blood sweat" from special glands in their skin. But the fluid is not sweat. Unlike sweat, which some mammals (including humans) secrete onto their skin, where it evaporates and therefore cools the body, this fluid functions as a skin moisturizer, water repellent and antibiotic. It appears red when exposed to full sunlight, which led the first European discoverers in Africa to call it "blood sweat."
Hippos mostly try to avoid direct sunlight by lying in water during the day and feeding at night. Their skin is very sensitive to both drying and sunburn, so the secretion acts like an automatic skin ointment. It also protects the skin from becoming waterlogged when a hippo is in the water. The detailed chemical composition of this secretion, which is unique to hippos, remains something of a mystery.
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On the morning of Day 11, I was awoken at 6:00am by a bell being rung across the street. How annoying! Maybe during broad daylight, but not at 6:00am. I must have fallen back asleep because my Fitbit said I got 8.5 hours (normal in 2020; a luxury in 2024!).
I went downstairs and had breakfast. It was the biggest buffet yet, and the room was big and the tables far apart. Remember, this was March of 2020, and although COVID-19 had not yet been declared a pandemic, everyone was aware of the coronavirus, but very few people had masks yet. I was concerned about avoiding it, so I was happy to see a wide-open buffet with lots of space and so few people.
I went back upstairs and played Pokémon GO again, packed up my stuff, then checked out around 10:30am. I took the 3 streetcard to the Galeria Krakówska, where the train station was located. I bought a tube of Yves Rocher hand cream (raspberry peppermint) from a girly store - 4.5 years later, I still have it. It's not a great moisturizer, but it smells good.
I went up to platform 2 and took a few pics, including this one. I think the locomotive hauling what looks like gravel is a PKP class SM42 shunting locomotive, in the late morning sunlight.
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Unbothered. Spiky. Blossoming. Moisturized. Happy. In her pot. Flourishing.
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#TimeForCrab continues! This year we invite all builders across the community and the globe to participate in a month-long open crab collab, spanning June 22 to July 22. The task is simple:
1. Build a crab
2. Post your crab with the tag #timeforcrab
3. Repeat!
All crustaceans are welcome, and your build can be anything recognizably crustacean-inspired. Be it an actual crab, a fantasy crab, a mech, a spaceship, a castle or anything else - just make it vaguely resemble crab! The primary venues of Time for Crab are Flickr and Instagram, but feel free to share your crabs far and wide. Spread the word, and invite your friends to join!
The ambition is to make this an annually recurring month-long open collab, always taking place in this same timeframe. Let's get the ball rolling.
It's Time for Crab!
My 13-step program. Clockwise from upper left.
1. Blank Canvas – Get a really close shave, wash with soap and water, moisturize skin and lips, then apply makeup primer. You can also use Lumify eyedrops to get rid of any redness.
2. Pluck, Tape and Beard Cover – get eyebrows as shaped as you can without looking too out of place, and give yourself an instant eye and neck lift with some good surgical tape. One of the few advantages of losing your hair, is that the tape sticks better. Use a reddish/orange lipstick to balance the color of my facial hair, and under eye bags if needed.
3. Concealer – I use two shades of concealer. A lighter one for under eyes, and areas that you want to highlight, then a medium for the rest of the areas that need some smoothing. This also includes my chest area.
4. Foundation – Apply a cream foundation evenly over your entire face, neck and as far down your chest as needed to even out the skin tones.
5. Powder – I use a light powder over everything to take away any shine, even out the tones and make it easier to apply a powder contour.
6. Contour and Brows – For me, it’s mostly shading on my jawline and neck, making my nose look narrower and highlighting under my eyes and the bridge of my nose. Use an eyebrow pencil to fill in and shape eyebrows.
7. Eyeliner – It definitely gets easier with practice. I have watched a lot of tutorials and the best one for me was Aly Art on YouTube youtu.be/3d1zD_3STdw . This is just one she does for eyes, but she has them for just about everything.
8. Eyeshadow – I think it is a smoky eye, but I don’t really know. A little dark shade at the bottom, light at the top and medium in the middle. I keep almost all the color on the outside half of my eyelid. I use whatever color I think is going to look good with my outfit, and sometimes a little pop of white on the inside corner of my eye, but that is starting to look like a 1990’s thing, I think.
9. Lashes and Mascara – I use glue on fake lashes most of the time, but sometimes it’s just my natural lashes with mascara. Another skill that comes with practice, and don’t use too much glue. It takes less than you think to hold them in place, at least if you’re just hanging around the house.
10. Lip Liner – I just slightly over draw my lips with a lip pencil that is a little darker than the natural shade of my lips. Over draw slightly more on the top, and only really in the middle of by bottom lip. It helps me not look so frowny.
11. Lipstick – This is the best part.
12. Hair, Dress and Accessories – Just kidding, this is really the best part. When it is all complete and that first look in the mirror
13. Okay, one more step. Smile! It took me a long time to get comfortable with my smile, but it is worth the effort.
© David K. Edwards. Tubac, Arizona.
Still sulking; will Christy and/or Janis, notorious and relentless hackers, manage to penetrate? I wait nervously, drinking moisturizer faster than I should.
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this is long, but important.
at the end of 2006, i was wandering in second life alone, looking for cool sims to visit. i wasn't even a year in sl yet and i was still enjoying all the many new sights and creative works. i ended up in a beautiful sim called g*psy moon (sorry for the slur, that's what it was called) while flitting about looking at all the different areas on the sim, a message popped up. there was someone else on the sim and they wanted to chat. that chat lasted hours into the night and suddenly i was smitten with this sweet guy that i met by chance. over the next few weeks he wooed the hell out of me. i thought i had finally found the love of my life, the prince charming i had been looking for. i am a hopeless romantic, and he knew exactly how to scratch that itch for romance that i was seeking.
he found out i loved music, he found songs to describe our love, i was star struck. i am a person who attaches music to moments and emotions and he gathered up so many...he likened us to romeo and juliet, star crossed lovers, soulmates but just out of reach. i lived in an abusive home, my mother was very controlling and abusive, and i lived with her and my father because my father was ill and i wanted to protect him from her. i thought that he would sweep me off my feet, rescue me from my awful life, and we would live happily ever after.
soon after i was completely wrapped around his finger things began to change. he would get angry at me for weird reasons. he started to separate me from my friends. making me choose between him and them. of course i chose him. i loved him. i wanted to prove my loyalty, and so i did whatever he wanted me to do. little by little my friends list was chipped away, especially male friends. he was strangely suspicious, and i would do anything possible to prove that i wasn't doing anything wrong, so i dropped so many people.
he saw my creativity in sl and we started a store together, which further tied me to him, now having a source of income in sl and able to buy things i wanted, i was even more resolute to make sure our relationship stayed perfect. there was too much to lose otherwise. our store gained a small bit of popularity, and i began getting really good at taking pictures in second life. this lead to me making a lot of artist friends on flickr, which made him jealous. we were invited to parties, and he would try to befriend as many "popular" people as he possibly could, he would name drop other people he'd already met and befriended.
his strange behavour continued, everything was questioned, everything was turned around on me. i was gaslit constantly. we lived on a friend's sim, which was a public bdsm sim that had a few rental spots for private homes. unfortunately because of the public nature of the sim this meant people would arrive at our home quite a bit. he created a scripted object that emailed him every time someone showed up within a specific radius of our home and then it would tell him when they left the area. if i was also in the house at the time that someone wandered past, he would review the emails, and then question me as to who they were. most of the time they were just noobs who don't know what a private home is, and would just afk stand there. if they were there for more than a split second, i was questioned, i was accused. he constantly believed i was cheating on him.
they say that when a person accuses someone of doing something that they aren't, that its more than likely projection and they are the ones doing something wrong. this was true in our relationship. all those parties and friends we gained, i recognized a trend. most of the people he tried to get friendly with were female avatars. he was a flirt and i don't really care if someone flirts, but unbeknownst to me, there was more going on. he would message them, tell them we were in an open relationship (we were not), and proceed to try and push them into a sexual relationship with him, or us. many times i had people message me to tell me what he was doing, and many times i knocked them down and deleted them (at his request). i chose him over everything and i regret that constantly.
for 5 years he strung me along, just a little longer and i'll be there to take you away. at one point i saved up nearly 2000$ to just escape, and meet him, he refused. he always refused. there was always an excuse, there was always some reason why. i accepted it and i waited patiently, must show loyalty... must do everything perfect... someday i will be good enough for him to want me there...
for 5 years he ruined me. he destroyed every bit of confidence i had in myself, along with my mother's abuse, he sent me spiraling into the worst depressive episode i think i have ever had. i cried every day. i cried so much that the skin under my eyes is ruined, dried out and constantly needing moisturizer. he constantly questioned my loyalty, me made me feel horrible no matter what. everything was always wrong. i was always at fault.
i used my photography to get out my feelings, cries for help that no one really knew about. many of you who have watched my flickr for years will remember some of the horror art i used to do, painful photos of my avatar covered in blood, wounds, strung up with hooks, treated like a puppet. got plenty of faves and much popularity, but no one realized i was trying to tell them i was being abused. at one point in our store i had a gallery of my work, and someone accused me of being a woman hater and abuser, and i could not tell them that no, this was me... this was my pain on display. this was my cry for help.
his anger and constant testing of my loyalties lead me to "punish" myself. i would punch things until my knuckles bled, i would slam my head into the wall, i would tear out my hair, i would cut into my skin, i would stab myself with a needle, and i would scratch awful words into my skin. he could not punish me properly, so i would punish myself for him. in a way i became my own abuser.
both of my parents died my dad from his illness, and my mother from an aneurysm a couple years after, when my mother died, i had to find somewhere else to live. it was the year the economy crashed and i hadn't been able to find a job, so i was taken in by a family friend in a different town where i could find a job easier and get on my own two feet. he was not a fan of this, many times he accused me of running away with another man, he accused me of lying about my mother's death. her death however finally gave me a taste of freedom, and i finally came to my senses. why was i allowing this? this person wasn't even here. why was i letting him hurt me so much? all i had to do was hang up. click the x button. let go... let go...
and so i did. i walked away, and i never looked back. its been nearly 9 years since that day. i survived, and still i rise.
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This was the first outfit I wore during Keystone. On that Thursday morning, I seemed to be all thumbs, with the first thing being false lashes giving me all manner of trouble. This is the first thing I do after getting my face shaved and moisturized. This is because a clean canvas seems to mitigate troubles associated with adhesives and I avoid messing up foundation while wrestling with eyeliner and so forth. Anyway, I finally got the damn things on and all went well until my lips - my lipliner pencils had their tips cleaved off and I couldn't figure out how to extend more product easily. It turns out you need to shove a small stick into the hole at the end and use a fair amount of force to push product upwards. What a goofy design. After that, things went reasonably well until photography time. I couldn't seem to get good photos because the room was so bloody dark (my limited knowledge of photography not helping matters). I thought all was lost and, in my frustration, I abandoned the effort and went to mingle with friends, which is really what this is all about anyway. Going through the mess of darkish photos later that night before bed, I found a few gems. One is this this portrait, which blew me away. Probably because of the way my eyes look.
Now, I'm almost 54 years old and with makeup and such I perhaps shave off a decade (we all do). I have wrinkles and emerging bags under my eyes, of course, but I don't mind them at all - it shows I've been around awhile and I like that. I'm thin-ish, weighing in at about 170 pounds, and I mitigate undesirable bulges with a waist cincher. I add curves by wearing pads and forms under less-than-sexy undergarments. So, it's all fake. Physical fake. I don't use face apps or otherwise manipulate the structure or texture of my face and body. I want what I see in photos to be me; if they are ugly (and believe me, many are), I delete them. Still, the iPhone camera is forgiving in this case because it doesn't always pick up pores and small wrinkles, and the lighting in this very spot appears to have been exactly right because I don't see much in the way of wrinkles and unflattering shadows.
I can't really see up close without my reading glasses, so I'm never sure if what I'm doing is working until after the fact. My poses are generally pretty good, if a little stiff sometimes, so I like to mess with my selfies by fooling about spontaneously to see what happens.
With all that preamble out of the way, imagine my pleasant surprise at seeing this photo. But it is a moment in time, with all elements exactly in place. Despite the capture of a fleeting moment in the right conditions, it's a photo that makes me very happy.
A bit on the ensemble: I love ruffle dresses, especially with opaque tights. This one, purchased from Macy's, is adorable and it's fun to wear. Black cardigans strike me as a must-have staple in any woman's closet and looks awesome with dresses like this (I also need to wear it because it helps hid my thuggish arms). The booties, by Charter Club and also purchased at Macy's, are awesome in terms of look and fit. I highly recommend them. I loved the way my fingernails looked so that explains the staged placement of my hand. Most of the time, I get my nails from Static Nails online.
*Pro tip: The secret to mitigating man hands while pursuing eonist adventures? Coldness. I like to be in cool environments when en femme. The result constricts blood flow to extremities, making one's hands looks smaller. It's not always possible, to be sure.
Dress: STATE
Cardigan: Calvin Klein
Boots: Charter Club
Hosiery: Tiffany Quinn