Bound Box is coming!

Pale Girl Productions brings you Bound Box, a quarterly kinky subscription box featuring 12 designers, geared toward the BDSM/Kinky community. Our first box will be released on July 12, 2017 and subscriptions started on June 9th. To stay up to date with all teasers and information regarding Bound Box, you can join our inworld Bound Box Update Group.

Each bound box will showcase original mesh creations (as well as skins, makeup, poses, and tattoos) for women created for Maitreya bodies but with the possibility of other sizes.  Items as are box exclusive!

Featured Designers for the first round are listed below, click the store name for a slurl to their shops.
22789
Entwined
Essenz
!IT Girls – CATWA exclusive
Salt&Pepper
{ViSion} -S&F
Voluptas Virtualis
Luas
Moda
Mon Cheri
Mossu
oOo Studio

BOUND FINAL + JULY PARTICIPANTS

Fees for the box are as follows:
1) If purchased before July 12, 2017: L$1500
2) If purchased on July 12, 2017: L$2000 (24 hours only!)
3) If purchased between August 12, 2017 – January 9, 2018: L$3500 after which, the July box retires.

Subscriptions can be purchased at Bound Box kiosks which can be found at all participating designers’ stores, Bound Box Headquarters, Bound Box Marketplace and at Vintage Fair. Gifting options are available.

The Ugliest Thing I Could Find

So, the tie dye pattern on this Migle dress from United Colors reminded me of one of my favorite shirts when I was about 18. There’s actually a funny story about that shirt. My parents got divorced when I was 15, for the first year my mom cried almost every night. After that she went a little wild. She was going on trips quite regularly, but being the awesome mom that she was, she would always bring me a present. Being the mom with awful taste meant I wasn’t going to like it if it was clothing. Then lo and behold she returned from a trip with the most awesome looking black and white tie dyed shirt I had ever seen. It wasn’t even a tee shirt, it was like a wicked blouse! I was so shocked and happy. As I’m standing there hugging the shirt, then holding it up, then ripping off my current shirt to try it on, my mom is standing there laughing so hard she has tears running down her face. Naturally, I had to know what was so damn funny, right?
She wiped the tears from her face and asked if I really liked the shirt. I nodded profusely, “Yes! I love it, Momma! Thank you. I can’t believe you picked this out, though.”
She laughed again for a minute then said, “Well, you never like anything I pick out, so I just looked around the shop for the ugliest thing I could find. You’re welcome.”
Damn woman. We still have opposing taste in most things, but she’s gotten a lot better at picking out gifts over the years. *laughs* Even if she thinks they’re ugly.

shade

 

wearing: 
hair
Tableau Vivant \\ Caprice hair (*new* @ SL14)
headCATWA HEAD Kathy
bodyMaitreya Mesh Body – Lara
tattoo: .::Nanika::. Scarlet tattoo Black

UC_Migle_dress (*new* @ SouledOut)
fri. – Dora Sandals (*new* @ Uber)

pose by an lar [poses] The Betty Series (*new* @ Vintage Fair)

location…well, I can’t tell you that, it was at a friend’s beach…sorry, not sorry

My Ride

“Oh, oh
I’m falling so I’m taking my time on my ride
Oh, I’m falling so I’m taking my time on my ride
Taking my time on my ride”
Twenty One Pilots-Ride

So, this song started on repeat in my head the minute I started taking this picture and at first I was like, ok, I’ll give them the lyrics and let it go. Then I listened a few more times. Then I read the lyrics without the music, because I love poetry and I recognized the true depth of the song. While its the chorus that usually sticks with us and plants some lovely ear worms, the meat of this song comes in the too quick to keep up in a sing along portion. Give it a read, think it over, then meet me after the row of stars.

 

“I’d die for you
That’s easy to say
We have a list of people that we would take
A bullet for them
A bullet for you
A bullet for everybody in this room
But I don’t see to see many bullets coming through
See many bullets coming through
Metaphorically I’m the man
But literally I don’t know what I’d do
I’d live for you
And that’s hard to do
Even harder to say
When you know it’s not true
Even harder to write
When you know that tonight
There are people back home which are talking to you
But then you ignore them still
All these questions they’re forming like
Who would you live for?
Who would you die for?
And would you ever kill?”

✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪

I hope you have thought it over to yourself, before just skipping to this part. Either way, here’s what I’ve got to say about it…if you’re interested. It’s okay if you’re not, you can scroll on down to the credits. I’ll never know and even if you told me, I’m not going to get butthurt over it. Now that I’ve stalled you enough to make you think one way or the other…let’s jump on down that rabbit hole, shall we?

The whole “die for you” and “take a bullet for you” thing. I can’t know if you’ve ever said it, but I sure have. I can’t know if you have taken a bullet for someone or not, but I haven’t. I have, however, had a gun pulled on me and was more than willing to take that bullet. Being a female, I didn’t have to take the bullet afterall, I just had to take something else while the gun was held to my head. I can say without hesitation that I would be willing to take a bullet for a number of people, but that’s because I’m not afraid to die. I also know that a bullet does not always bring death. So, that answers the next question, as to who I’d die for, because I’d die for quite a number of people if it meant they could keep on living. It’s those same people that I live for, because truth be told if it were just up to me I would have been gone well over a year ago.  I didn’t choose to live for myself. I chose not to bring sorrow and suffering to those I love. Last question, would I ever kill? Yes. If I felt I had no other choice, most definitely. Oddly enough, all of these questions are things I’ve thought about in the past, but I never considered how deeply this song would make think about my past, my present, or my future. Ironically the song points out that the singer has been thinking too much. In turn, the song has caused me to think quite a lot.
After all that heavy thinking, I think I’ll just relax and enjoy what’s left of my ride. Here’s hoping that you can make the most of yours and enjoy it, because as many of us have realized this last week…the ride isn’t as long as we sometimes think it is…*lifts her coffee to the sky*…let’s try to enjoy the ride today as long as it last.

my ride

wearing:
hair
[RA] Marina Hair
headCATWA HEAD Kathy
bodyMaitreya Mesh Body – Lara

EF: Summersong Necklace (*new* @ FaMESHed)
*Just BECAUSE* Eva Dress
[VALE KOER] GARTER SOCKS
Phedora ~ Lupe Sneakers (*new* @ Vintage Fair)

pose: [ Focus Poses ] 50’s Tbird (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
backdrop: [Bad Unicorn] ‘The Docks’ Backdrop

 

 

To AraCakes with Love

I grew up listening to my mom telling stories about hanging out at the soda fountain at the pharmacy after school. The closest thing I had to that was my last two years of high school, we’d all park at Corner Grocery, which was really a Texaco station, get drunk and dance in the gravel parking lot. The owners were super cool and didn’t mind us being there as we bought drinks, snacks, cigarettes, and occasionally talked someone into buying us alcohol. Plus, the store isn’t likely to get robbed with a group of teens hanging out next to it. Those were good times, but I always wondered what it must have been like to sit on a stool at an actual soda fountain. God knows with the heat in my part of the world, I’d love to sit in a sweet shop with a good old fashioned milk shake right about now. We had a really cute little shop for a while called Just Desserts where you’d get a piece of cake the size of your head and pay about $6usd for it, but it was literally too rich for my blood. That’s the problem I find with most American desserts anyway, too sweet. I grew up on European desserts and as decadent as they looked, they were the perfect balance of flavors without being too sweet.
So, anyway, you might be wondering about the title and what that has to do with what I’ve written. Well, I’ll tell you, absolutely nothing. This post is just a little wink to Miss AraCakes, a wonderful and shy friend of mine that is the only one that gets away with calling me Cupcake. I know by writing that you’ll all try it now and I’m warning you, the nickname is reserved for Ara only, so when I ignore you…you’ll know why, cuz you fuckers ain’t gonna steal her special pet name for me! *sticks her tongue out*

SadyCakes

wearing:
hair
little bones. Estine (*new* @ C88)
headCATWA HEAD Kathy
bodyMaitreya Mesh Body – Lara
tattoo.:::G.ID:::. Charlotte Tattoo (*new* @ Vintage Fair)

Cae :: Sydney :: Necklace (*new* @ FaMESHed)
:::NOIR::: Infinite Bracelets (*new* @ FaMESHed)
**RE** Dark Queen Rings – Bento 2.0
Astralia – Compatible nails system (Maitreya Stiletto base)
GingerFish -Nail Applier-Astralia-Bloody Kisses
LYBRA . Natalia (*new* @ SouledOut)
[Gos] Boutique – Gigi Sandals (*new* @ FaMESHed)

pose by Del May Poses

scene:
RAMA – #selfie_RAMA Iron Wall
[Merak] – Milkshake Sign (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
[Merak] – Bakery Sign (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
[Merak] – Cupcake Sign (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
[Merak] – Cupcake Box (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
[Merak] – Milkshake Love (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
[Merak] – Retro Bakery Bar (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
[Merak] – Retro High Chair(green) (*new* @ Vintage Fair)

The 3F Rule

“I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middle finger to the world
Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
‘Cause I’m not just a pretty girl”
Maggie Lindemann – Pretty Girl

My mother was raised in a strict Christian home by a single mom that was too proud to accept charity of any kind, thus she worked three jobs to keep the bills paid. Yet, somehow never missed church or disciplining her daughters by reminding them to carry themselves a certain way. Afterall, what would people think? My father was raised in a very abusive home and was often hidden away from the public by his single mom. She would lock him in the basement on weekends so that she could pretend she only had two children, whose father had died during WWII. (Mind you he died in prison, not the war, but she conveniently left that part of the story out.) My father’s dad had left when he was only 3yrs old to pursue his drinking and drug addictions. Eventually my father joined the U.S. Army, where once again, life was all about appearances.
Needless to say, my parents expected me to behave a certain way. They taught me how to converse with adults politely, then disappear, as children were meant to be seen, not heard. My parents finally divorced when I was in high school and my mother was so beside herself with grief that she quit imposing so many rules on me. That was when I began to develop my own style and discover the person I wanted to be. I didn’t want to cater to society’s norms. I wanted to in the exit door and leave through the entrance. I wanted to wear short skirts over leggings with ripped tee shirts and wild hair.
For years, my mother tried to make me a princess. She wanted to decorate my room with ruffles and canopy beds. I wanted my mattress on the floor with tons of pillows. She quickly became very much like her own mother and repeatedly said to me, “What will people think?”
I didn’t care what people thought! If they didn’t know me, how could they have a proper impression of me? Based on my clothes? The color of my skin? The color of my hair? My eyes? Eventually I discovered the 3F rule and I’ve pretty much lived my life that way ever since.
The 3F rule is simple: If you are not Feeding me, Financing me, or Fucking me….you get no say in how I live my life and your opinion means nothing to me. I was never going to be what my mother wanted me to be, nor did I want to. Yes, she was feeding me and financing me at the time, but she still needed to let me be me…or there would be a fight. There were many of those over the years until she realized she was never going to win. I was not going to be this super feminine little princess that sat around waiting for some prince charming, because I learned early on…you can never truly know another person. The only person you can truly know is yourself and that’s the person you should be true to.

The 3F Rule

hair.:EMO-tions.. *PAOLA* (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
headCATWA HEAD Kathy
bodyMaitreya Mesh Body – Lara

.LYBRA . SADIE (*new* @ FaMESHed)

pose by GingerFish Poses
background: RAMA – #selfie_RAMA Circles Studio

Warning Signs

Some people should come with warning signs. I’ve often said that about myself. Much like the profiles that most of us fill out about our friends, what we do, our favorite stores, etc. I think sometimes we should dedicate one to a warning. For instance, mine might say something like….WARNING: Sometimes carelessly sarcastic. Maybe harmful to sensitive people. Does not flirt well. Chases squirrels and is often not paying attention. Uses offensive language. R, possible X Rated.  Or any other number of things that one might should know before approaching me. I suppose most of us try to do that in the About me portion of our profiles, but what if we let someone else write our warning signs? I imagine my closest friends would most certainly call me a cunt, which clearly would offend a lot of people, but it just cracks us up and we proudly claim the title.
I’m sitting here thinking about what I would write for others. I have one friend that is very sweet. He offers hugs and compliments to almost everyone, but this is often misunderstood and people either think he’s flirting or inviting their advances. For him, I’d probably say, “WARNING: friendly, sometimes flirty, but he’s harmless and taken. Please take his compliments as simple acts of kindness and nothing more.”
Another friend of mine often comes off like an air head, because the simplest of things can go right over her head. However, she’s quite intelligent, educated, and perceptive. For her, I’d probably write, “WARNING: Far more intelligent and educated than she lets on. Highly perceptive. Do not think you are fooling her. Be interesting or she will wander off, she might anyway. Her flickr may be Xrated, but she’s not your whore!”
Of course there some that should just read, “WARNING! Drama Queen, Keyboard Warrior, Negative Nancy, Be prepared to call Wambulance!”
I could do this all day…that’s just the two examples that were floating around in my head as I thought about warning labels. Hell, this could become a regular blog topic. *laughs* What would yours say? What do you think others would write for you?

warning signs

Just like my last post with Vintage Fair items, the link for the Fair beside the item will take you directly to that vendor.

hair[e] Donna (*new* @ Vintage Fair)
headCATWA HEAD Kathy
eyesCATWA Mesh Eyes Pack
bodyMaitreya Mesh Body – Lara
tattoo: –Endless Pain Tattoos- Suicide Girlv3 (*new* @ Vintage Fair)

[Cynful] Rendezvous Bracelet (*new* @ Collabor88)
[Cynful] Rendezvous Romper (*new* @ Collabor88)
:Z.S: Tay Heels (*new* @ Vintage Fair)

pose by Del May
backdrop: ::WetCat:: & .:LEMON:. “Alley” BackdropScene [POSES]
+Half-Deer+ Spilled Liquid – Small Puddle – Water Set
sign: 7 – Drugs Sold Sign