In First Life, I'm a pretty sensible and restrained buyer of clothes. In Second Life...well, not so much. My wardrobe ranges from the conservative (which by Second Life standards means that you can't see the nipples), to the pugnacious, to the downright meretricious, and if you don't know what that means, you're in exactly the same boat I was in ( Read more... )

It's a good thing for everyone involved that I don't treat my boyfriends and girlfriends the way I treat my wardrobe, because I'm constantly falling in and out of love with outfits. I'm not sure whether this is the universal Way of the Fashionista or my particular thing, though, because for instance I hear a lot of mention of people getting outfits ( Read more... )

I was interested to read Kit Meredith's account of how effortful it sometimes was for her to change outfits and find things in her bloated inventory. I completely failed to identify with her on this, or with the friend she mentions, who strips down to her underthings before logging out in order to force herself to change outfits ( Read more... )