I started this Autumn wearing a beautiful velvet dress Coat from The Vintage Touch a great gift from Elysiane to her group members! This dress comes in the sizes xxs to L and a fitmesh plus an alpha layer for classic avatars. Stockings are included (omega appliers and layer). This is an outfit you can’t miss, it’s perfect for this time of year and joining the group The Vintage Touch is just L$1! To join just copy and paste this URI link inworld in locat chat: secondlife:///app/group/98c5dabc-a8d7-da21-b2c6-04de82c1cb6b/about .
A Shout out goes to Elysiane (TVT Owner): a very happy Birthday!
Yes, it’s her birthday this month and shes giving out this beautiful dress as a gift 🙂
Matching this coat dress I am wearing jewelry from Nord Embel’Lys. Also a new release called Gecko, I think the name speaks for itself. The amazing gecko detail is stunning. This new gold collection comes in 3 sets; earrings + necklace for women, a necklace for men and a belly chain for women. The necklace comes in 7 versions for Freya, Isis, Venus, EVE, Lara and TMP mesh bodies + classic for classic body. Great thing about Nord Embel’Lys is that being a group member will give you 20% off!
To Join the group Nord Embel’Lys Jewelry, copy and paste the following URI in local chat: secondlife:///app/group/4d3cc85e-cc0c-1922-5f75-2be967ea7ecb/about. Free to join!
Dress – The Vintage Touch by Elysiane Sapphire – Autumn Rose Velvet Coat Dress FALL GROUP GIFT!
Earings and necklace – Nord Embel’Lys by Rodeurdunord – Gecko Set NEW!
Owners: Katlene Niven & AnneAalyce Maertens
Manager: Taliferrue Cathaldus
I am also wearing boots from Sn@tch by FlufferX (ivey.deschanel)
Location – Garden of Whimsy
Lastly I will leave you all with a famous Autumn poem by Mr. Keats:
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
John Keats, 1795 – 1821