Panic at the disco

(I'm not really at the disco.)

Sooooo yesterday I ran around as this Gingerbread Girl AV (350L) from A Touch of Ireland. Some people saw it and clapped. Others saw it and screamed. I wore it partly because it's fun and partly because I'm working on a blog post about how I don't think A Touch of Ireland gets enough credit for being awesome. (There's also a Gingerbread Man, 360L. They're both trans, so buy one for the silly cookie-lover in your life.)

But today I wanted to be a real girl again. So I stripped off all the gingerbread stuff and opened up my "Essential Emerald Wynn" folder . . . AND MY SHAPE IS GONE. IT'S GONE! OMG IT'S GONE!!!!

That's pretty much what's repeating in my head right now, over and over like a broken record. A scary record. Like, a Halloween record. With screams and wails and such.

The whole folder is gone. My normal shape. My skirt shape. My big boob shape. My small boob shape. My short shape. My pregnant shape. My Emerald's Sultry Face shape. My Gracie's Model Wannabe shape. Backup copies of each shape. THEY'RE ALL GONE.

The shape was from old-school RaC, but modded to my liking. At first I thought maybe it was so old that it just up and died, but my other RaC shape folders are there. So I looked everywhere. I did an inventory search by name. I looked in other nearby folders. I looked in the trash. I even looked in my Lost and Found folder, which was stupid. ("Hi, we found your shape lying around in our store so we returned it to your Lost and Found folder. Please clean up after yourself next time.")

Sooooooo . . . it would have been smart if I would have WRITTEN DOWN MY DIMENSIONS in preparation for a disaster like this one, huh? But I never did. Lazy lazy lazy lazy!! I tweaked my shape so many times, I gave up on recording my measurements.

Hey, check out the feet on this gingerbread AV:


Awesome. Suddenly I'm starving.

OK, so I've logged off in the hopes that when I log back in, my shape and its many versions will be back. I mean, where do things go in Second Life when they just vanish? My Paradise Pet cat Dewey (and all the backup copies of her) vanished from my inventory earlier this year. And someone griefed my parcel this summer and cranked the elevation of my land up to nine million feet, which sent my Modest House Blue Orchid house, my ocean sound rock, all my little singing birds and many other things I loved into outer space, never to return.

Just humor me for a minute, please, as I throw one last tantrum:

"WTF LINDEN LAB?? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY??? You could have had anything. You could have taken it ALL! My Last Call collection. My Stiletto Moodys. My beloved Alchemy Immortalis folder. My fish tanks. My dinosaur. The Bunny. . . . wait, not The Bunny, actually. All my Neon Frog animals. Even all my skins. But not my shape! ANYTHING BUT MY SHAPE!!!"

Wow. I'm going to have to start all over again. Emerald Wynn as we know her is gone. I'm mainly mourning the face. Hell, I used to mess around with my body measurements all the time anyway. But once I got my face the way I liked it, it was sacred. And there's no way I'm going to remember how to create that same face again. I'm stunned. Just stunned.

I hope we've all learned a valuable lesson from this incident, kids. If you like your shape, write down all the measurements somewhere. I'm sure 99 percent of you do this. I just never thought something this tragic would happen to me. I never really took my shape that seriously . . . until it vanished. *weeps*

Pause for a gingerbread butt shot:


HAHAHA! That peppermint is cute. I guess I could be a gingerbread girl forever. It would sure save a lot of shopping money.

Anyway. Ugh. Can someone please start by sending me the head dimensions for Truth hair?

I'm gonna go make some hot chocolate. And brownies.

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