Pencil me in!

The life of an international jet-setting superhero senior citizen can be a tiring one, but rather than wait until I am full of vim and caffeine and covered in jello shots, I shall present you with my final favourite vintage outfit of last week, which I think is perfect for those rare occasions on which one wishes to appear prim and proper (for instance, infiltrating a tea dance in order to befriend terrorist suspects, or gaining a job in politics in order to overthrow the oppressive oligarchy which tramples upon our dignity and has allowed cufflinks to fall out of fashion).

Bob, not wearing a Guy Fawkes mask or carrying a concealed weapon.

The Houses of Parliament in New London seemed the ideal location to display the beautiful 40's Pencil Skirt suit in blue, by Indie Rose.

I confess it has been over a year since I last visited the great British metropolis in the supple and silken flesh, and my memory has been known to fade over a lesser distance, but I am fairly certain that the real place does not contain nearly such an ample supply of police telephone boxes. I have a strong suspicion that the New London sim is operated by people with a strong vested interest in promoting either the cause of law and order, or the return to use of land lines (perhaps due to health concerns but equally possibly due to financial ties, or sexual fetishism). I promise a return to investigate.

Last and indeed least, I indicated that this entry would contain an announcement, which I recklessly claimed would be exciting. And it does indeed thrill me to inform you that I have created my very first group, Bob's Odd Buddies, which will one day be an exclusive and expensive VIP club with tentacles reaching into the very bidet of Second Life power and influence, but is currently serving the purpose of enabling me to create for myself whatever group tag suits my whim. For the next several days, however, the group will be open to anyone with the fine sense and taste to be reading my blog to join. Warning! Group titles are subject to change any time I feel like it, although I anticipate that "The Legendary" and "Nobody Expects" will remain available indefinitely.

I shall also occasionally distribute amusing items and/or gestures, and if you want 'em, that's how you can get 'em. Find the group in my profile or search, or use this SLink whatsit within your viewer. secondlife:///app/group/2e453ee3-6410-1192-ceda-3fe3336c5b72/about

Coming up soon on The Blog of Bob: Drinking the Frolic Mills Koolaid, and other adventures of Ms Senior Virtual World.

The Beautiful People

Oh how the days fly by, full of good intentions and wispy evenings, street lights spluttering, cream melting into hot chocolate. Once upon a time a week would last forever (if you remembered to milk the goat right before breakfast), but with the hustle and bustle and bristle of the modern world we are swept along in an eternal rush of nonsense, much as that which streams from my fingertips when I have accidentally eaten a whole bag of chocolate covered coffee beans shortly after drinking a pot of coffee.

A memory stirs, gently as a mote of dust, and whispers, BOB! You declared it your week of fashion!

And methinks it speaks the truth.

To show off my next item of virtual vintage I am posing at the infamous Lauren's Place, where I enjoyed an evening of stand-up comedy and a Tamra Hayden concert, both of which were attended by Second Life's brightest, bestest, funniest, and most beautiful.

Groovy, baby!

I am thoroughly enchanted by my Fierce Psychedelia outfit, which comes complete with sexy silver boots, sunglasses with that perfect touch of bling, and an afro (not pictured). Here I am wearing it with my deeply beloved Soda Bottle Cap earrings by Rowena Paine (strawberry flavoured). Hair by Exile completes the look.

Naturally the company was the very best, including Lauren Weyland, Crap Mariner, Ayesha Lytton, the lovely Miss Fijilove, the fabulous Quentin Crispy, the very tiny alien Stephen Fryingpan, and the fashionably malformed Bacon Spam.

The Fabulous Quentin Crispy, with Dame Bob McBoint, and Sir Bacon Spam

The beautiful people, the beautiful people... and Mr Stephen Fryingpan, alien.

Live music events are always a blast and I do encourage you to attend them, should you not already do so. One does run into the funniest fellows at them (and sometimes some considerable hotties, such as for instance Gwampa)!

Finally I should like to thank you, dear reader(s), for your kind attentions to me, and furthermore to alert you in advance to the fact that my next post will contain an exciting announcement and invitation (as well as more vintage fashion).

J J J Joker Face, my j Joker Face

Good day, fine readers! I hope the weather is treating you with rosy soft fingers, and remember that in case of severe cold, porridge oats and whisky can sustain the human body for far, far longer than the government would have you believe.

For me, the last week whizzed by in a veritable whirl of virtual vintage fashion, beginning with a visit to Brandy's Attic, the opening of which I sadly missed. I popped myself over a few days later to see what was on offer, and found myself irresistibly drawn towards a top which I felt would perfectly complement my new make-up layer, and nicely set off the free Mankind Tracer capri pants I also picked up.

I am delighted with the overall result.

I am particularly thrilled by the red Mankind Tracer design which sits enthrallingly upon the bottom of the denim capri jeans, as if Mankind himself had knelt beside me and bent his soulful head to plant a lipstick logo kiss upon my surprisingly firm behind.

To take these pictures I felt it only fitting to visit Gotham City itself, where I lurked in an appropriate manner, waiting to wrestle with men dressed as bats. Alas, none appeared.

Bob McBoint's Style of the Day
Bob is wearing:
The Uptown Retro Sweater by 1 Hundred at Brandy's Attic, along with the Mankind Tracer capris from the same.
Joker Face mask tattoo by Sharodie, on Marketplace.
Hair: Exile, Eva in pearl.

I mentioned, I think, that it was a veritable whirl of vintage fashion, and this may perhaps suggest to the sensitive reader the notion that there will be more posts showing off my expanding wardrobe of wonder, and that reader would indeed be correct in that regard. Behold, I declare this Bob's Fashion Week!

Kindly consider yourselves warned!