OK, all you Second Lifers out there… I thought I’d share a fantastic new place with you. Friend and designer Kwamey Pinion has opened his store SOREAL with a few treats (while we wait for those deliciously realistic skins he’s developing). So far, he has released a highly detailed set of track jackets and sculptie sunglasses.

The track jackets come in a million colors and designs… and in male and female versions. The sculptie attachments for the arms, neck, and waist are scripted so you can easily adjust the size WITHOUT screwing it up. Each jacket comes with four versions that include two color options in a plain and worded version. LOVE it!

If you join the SOREAL group, Kwamey has released a couple of fun freebies, including a sculptie winter scarf that I adore. Check it out!

I have a new obsession in Second Life… a hat! I found it thanks to the always stylish Carissa Crimson. (Thank you, thank you, thank you, CC!)  I really don’t want to take it off… ever!  Perhaps if I pay homage to it here, I’ll be able to move on.

Sidda said it was so cute that she wanted to take a bite out of it. (Don’t even think about it, Sid!)

Faster than a speeding bullet… able to achieve multiple layers of sarcasm in a single bound… it’s a bird, it’s a plane… it’s Uber Trix!

So… off the bat, someone (Shep) wondered (harassed) why I’m blogging as Trix if this blog is about ME (my name isn’t really Trixie, it’s a nickname of mine… but that’s a whole other story).

Think of Clark Kent and Superman. Although the same person, each persona must exist in order for their respective jobs to get done. In fact, their survival depends on it.

OK, so my life isn’t in peril here. But as I mentioned in my “About Trix” section, I aim for this to be an uncensored outlet for myself. If my students (yes, I’m a teacher), their parents, my colleagues, etc. were to be able to find this blog, then I would have to be VERY careful what I say and how I say it. *cough cough* Boring.

My entire life is centered around this duality. There’s the professional… who aims to be a good role model. Then there’s the real me… who swears like a sailor and behaves accordingly. It’s hard to balance it out, but they are both an important part of me.

So… think of Trix as my Clark Kent. (Or am I her Clark Kent??)