November flew. For the most part, it was a blurry month for me. Now, Designer Showcase‘s November round is almost over too. Have you made it there yet?
Designer Showcase is a monthly fashion event that features exclusive designs by all types of designers across the grid. FurtaCor’s Leticia Tunic is perfect for fall weather. At least, it still feels like fall to me. That’s Vegas! We love layers.
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I’m wearing:
Outfit: FurtaCor*Leticia Tunic and Shoes for Maitreya @ Designer ShowcaseNovember
Stockings: Izzie’s – Maitreya Lara – Applier Cozy Tights
Body Parts: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara and LAQ Mesh Head Trinity
Hair: [monso] My Hair – Sinbi_
Pose: **Manifeste** – Model_730
Sunshine is wearing:
Outfit: FurtaCor*Leticia Tunic for Maitreya @ Designer ShowcaseNovember
Shoes: Baiastice_Gill Stretch Boots-Cotton Tan
Body Parts: Body Parts: LeLutka Head Stella and Maitreya Body Lara
Hair: Exile Walking on Sunshine
Jewelry: Tres Beau Jemma
Pose: Gemma Pose 2 – Label Motion
Location: Old Italy, La Perla
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I know many people are sick of the election and now that it’s over, I cannot deny it. The results devastated me. In fact, I haven’t been able to do much until now. Well, I have gone to work and all, but I mean my creative juices were shot because I felt as though I was lost. If I ever told anyone to just accept the results and move on, I’m sorry that I didn’t realize how you felt until now. Indeed, it super sucks! 
So with the current agenda, I felt as though I was missing out on current events because I wasn’t an active Twitter user, so I decided to really understand Twitter after the results. I have concluded it pisses me off. It’s never been a social platform that was geared to me because of the character limit. The limit doesn’t piss me off, though. It’s the amount of bullshit, vitriol, and what the fuck moments that spread like wildfires. 
And it pisses me off because it totally sucked me in. Not only on Twitter but chiming in on random articles that spoke to me. While me getting sucked in isn’t anyone’s fault but my own, it’s fucked up because I want to believe I can change it. Although, I did have a nice Twitter conversation with an opposite perspective. 
She popped my Twitter argument cherry. I appreciated that exchange because it felt like a genuine conversation. She was (is) an undercover Chop Zuey Moksha pearl. Did it convince me to use Twitter as the ultimate outlet for my real self? Uh, no. It’s too fucking weird out there right now. I think?
Maybe it always was, and I was just naive. Maybe it isn’t, and it’s just the regular aftermath but in an online, thus all over the place, social networking environment. Regardless of what it is, I had to come back to my safe place. Silver lining? It’s selfish, so sorry bout that! I can safely say that I’m still a #nastywoman. Where that ideology takes me, well, “coming at you on the count of one two (one, two, three, four).” 😉
Fashion colLecker 
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