My Week In First Life

If my previous, art-related post didn't suggest the fact already, I'm back from my puppeteer's holidays. My time in-world since then has been a lot more focused and disciplined as settling in takes its toll, and it feels good for it. It seems that sometimes I simply do not need to be myself, but during times when I have been myself I have had deep chats and a lot of fun this week. I think that's what my dear Argent might say are signs of a healthier balance.

My holiday was a break from many things, and the biggest break was taken from computers in general. Short of fixing up a first-family member's wireless router I managed to never even think about the digital world until the better parts of my second life peeked out into my holiday. I've already allowed some of my shopping habits to seep out into my first life - dressing my puppeteer a little more like myself, or example. These shopping habits came back to haunt me quite wonderfully while I was away, and the dolly within me is particularly glad indeed to see that French Connection UK is now stocking and displaying rubber trousers on its mannequins and shop assistants - glad, that is, even though the girls in leggings reduced my puppeteer to an embarassing wreck.

My dearest crossover moment came when the puppeteer took a dip out of the sights and sounds of the Edinburgh Fringe to visit the Museum of Childhood. I feel silly for not expecting it, but of course suc a museum featured a wide array of dolls and puppets amongst the bicycles, cartoons and playsets also on display. It was with some warm delight that I saved part of my memory card for dolly photos, justified by the knowledge that it'll be handy reference for crafting my doll's house in future.

To save hijacking my puppeteer's Flickr space then, I submitted a shocking array of high-definition photographs to my own account. You won't believe the graphics in that there First Life.