Les chaussures rouges!

J'Adore

She couldn’t help it… she was brimming over with excitement! A weekend in Paris was just what they both needed. “This is just what we deserve” she muttered to the silent room as she placed her bag on the end of the bed. The last few weeks had been so busy. Neither of them had been able to simply stop and breathe together as either would have liked.

Unzipping the bag, she started to unpack its contents. She had of course brought many sensible items, she reflected… comfortable boots for all the pavement miles they would cover exploring The City Of Love…. well…. during the times they needed a break from the sumptuous bed that the hotel had perfectly placed in the suite that she had reserved for them.

She grinned as she slowly pulled special items from the bottom of her bag, parcels which she placed on the bedcover. One package was covered in smooth gold tissue, sealed with a sticker and tied in ribbon. She hadn’t wanted to spoil the contents on the journey, so had transported them wrapped. It was only now that she dared to carefully risk them, folding back paper to reveal an ornate silk corset with matching thong. “Definitely not something to be worn for sightseeing outside, more for the sights… and sensations of the hotel room!” she chuckled to herself.

 
The other bundle she had taken from the deepest inside of the bag was a pair of shoes in their own cotton drawstring bag. Pulling the ribbon loose, she slid one, then the other shoe from the confines and held it aloft. They were brightest red to match the corset, and shone perfectly as the antique lamp’s light bounced off their smoothness. “Ohhh… j’adore ces chaussures rouges!” She declared out-loud.

Looking at the clock she knew she had an hour before he was due to arrive and meet her there. That was plenty of time to bathe and prepare for him, and present herself just as beautifully wrapped as her corset and shoes had been. She hoped she would seem something of a gift to him. Fizzing with excitement she made her preparations.

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He walked slowly along the corridor to the room, tired and care-worn from his day. At last he could relax… they could relax together. As the door swung open he couldn’t stop smiling inside as he saw her waiting for him. She languished there on the sheepskin rug, lip caught between her teeth as she grinned up at him, his scarlet silk-clad Love, with fine, heeled shoes to excite.

He closed the door behind him and shrugged off his coat. This was going to be quite some weekend!

Credits:

Shoes: [Gos] J’Adore Pumps – available at Collabor88

Tabletop plants from Dust Bunny -available at Collabor88

Pose: Gingerfish, Dirty Pretty 4

Hair: Fabia, Dream

Corset and thong: Erratic Valentina

Chair: Apple Fall & An Lar Toile Chair (Cream)

Pillow: ::KKs:: Rappelle toi de Paris – le coussin

Rug: ARIA – Sunday Morning Faux Sheepskin Rug

Picture: Apple Fall Antique Art

Large table: [ zerkalo ] Antique Memories

Books: French Collection from Knick knacks

Small table: [ zerkalo ] True Love – Table

Flowers in black vase: The Loft & Aria – Pilar Floral Arrange

Plates on wall: Floorplan. french plates

Armchair musings…

 

Armchair2

One thing which I spend a lot of time doing in SL… is.. thinking.

This should come as no surprise as so often the results of this are the ramblings in this blog.

My time in SL has always been my space of calm. Well… that’s what I have needed it to be, and for the most part that’s what it’s been for me. I am now well on the way through my eleventh year in SL, and over those years my little SL haven has been a real crutch for me.

There are times when my daily life is so hectic. Periods of those 11 years have been filled with trauma, stress and illness, but it’s that slice of the day when my time is truly my own, and I can lose myself in the somewhat-self-controlled environment of SL that I can finally stop and breeeeathe!

Yes it’s true to say that over those years I have witnessed much stress and drama in my SL too. Those times have been hard, but have taught me so much about myself and all were lessons worth learning.

Hmm… how to steer this to where I wanted to go when I started out on this? Haha! See what happens when I think?

With all that in my background, I spent some time talking with friends this week… something else I love to do on both sides of the screen! It occurred to me during conversation that whatever bad things we go through in life, no matter what negative situations we find ourselves in, or however many people we need to walk away from, somehow we always seem to run into those we truly fit with.

How amazing it is to have a conversation with someone, even if you are new into a friendship, but find that you are both of the same opinion on various things ?

I really do think we find our ‘tribe’ in life… not so much those we choose to spend time with, but those we truly belong with. These are the people who encourage us… those who inspire and applaud when we reach success, but equally the same ones who stop and create time to listen when that is what we need.

I think the best tribe is one where you don’t even have to spend all your time together to simply know in your heart that they are there. It’s in the quiet times of armchair-thinking at the end of the day that you can really see, and appreciate the blessings in life that true friends are! ♥

Credits:

Hair: MAGIKA, Lotus

Shirt: BLUEBERRY, Leah

Shorts: BLUEBERRY Helena.

Chair: [ kunst ] – Lounge chair

Dog in basket: O.M.E.N – Waiting for Santa Paws – Dream Pup

Heater: ..::THOR::.. Vintage Room Heater

Basket of Pillows: *AF* Retreat 08 – Pillow Basket

Posters on wall: floorplan. oceanliner print
Kalopsia – Poster – London

Wooden Sign: 22769 – Wood Sign – COMMON

Shadow being cast from *AF* Tea Party 06 – Hanging Hearts