As most have heard by now, Maitreya released their latest body model last week. (If you already owned the Maitreya Lara body, you got the new model, Lara X, at no charge. Which I thought was pretty cool.)
Like many others, I groaned when I heard a few months ago that the previous clothing made for the Maitreya body would *not* fit the Lara X. I am sure I even uttered some swear words. Heh. 🙂 There’s no way I’m going to turn my back on my vast, beautiful, carefully selected wardrobe that is all lovingly (and somewhat obsessively) organized in my inventory. I have too much time, energy and Lindens invested — plus, it would be like throwing away countless art projects without getting to finish them!
And yet, this new Lara X is such a smooth and juicy peach! Oh my goodness. The delightful curves and the new alpha cuts are truly a sight to behold.
Hmm. What to do, what to do.
Well, I’ve decided to keep mainly using Lara 5.3 for now, but I will no longer be buying clothing for that version. The Black Friday sales were my last big spree for her. Any new garments will be for the X body model.
To commemorate this moment in my avatar’s life, I put together this hybrid outfit. She is wearing the new body and the clothing is rigged for the old body. It only fits because most of the X body is alpha-ed out. This is actually one of my favorite winter-time outfits, so I am glad I was able to make it work like this.
Thanks for reading, dear friends — and best wishes to everyone who is starting out on their new Lara X body adventure!
Composition idea and quote excerpt inspired by the American poet, Mary Oliver. The poem is titled “Five A.M. in the Pinewoods”, and it’s beautiful. Here it is in its entirety:
Five A.M. In the Pinewoods by Mary Oliver
I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night
under the pines, walking like two mute and beautiful women toward the deeper woods, so I
got up in the dark and went there. They came slowly down the hill and looked at me sitting under
the blue trees, shyly they stepped closer and stared from under their thick lashes and even
nibbled some damp tassels of weeds. This is not a poem about a dream, though it could be.
This is a poem about the world that is ours, or could be. Finally one of them—I swear it!—
would have come to my arms. But the other stamped sharp hoof in the pine needles like
the tap of sanity, and they went off together through the trees. When I woke I was alone,
I was thinking: so this is how you swim inward, so this is how you flow outward, so this is how you pray.
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