Posted in Colour of Couture 2017, Life

Confession .120. But I Always Make The Same Mistakes…

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again…

Confession .120.  But I Always Make The Same Mistakes...

Hooray!  I can start blogging the Miss Colour of Couture Challenges that we’ve done so far.  I’m going to TRY my damnedest to keep up with them… the Photo challenges, like this one, will be easier to blog because the photos will be there and edited already, but the runway challenges will take more motivation to put back on and blog.  Lmao.

My apologies in advance if I fall behind.

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Posted in Events, Life, New Releases, Powder Pack for Catwa (May), Sanarae, The Arcade

Confession .98. I LIKE Mangos, Dammit!

If you’re lost out where the lights are blinding
Caught in all, the stars are hiding
That’s when something wild calls you home…

Alright!  So.  I don’t normally post photos that aren’t ones I’ve taken and edited, so for an ad to be included with one of my photos, you must know by now that this is something super special or super interesting to me in order to post it.

Oh, and the title?  A friend told me I look like a mango in this picture.  Lol.  She meant it as a compliment… but I happen to like mangos, so it works either way.

Anyway…

Today, let’s chat about Hair Fair!

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Posted in Collabor88, Events, Life, New Releases, The Liaison Collaborative, Ultra, We <3 RP

Confession .92. I’m Holding On To So Much More Than I Can Carry…

I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I’d just let go, I’d be set free…

Confession .92.  I'm Holding On To So Much More Than I Can Carry...

May 14th, 2017.  Mother’s Day here in the US.  Normally I don’t think much about it, aside from celebrating it with my own mother.  Though she and I are incredibly close… so it’s not like “This is the one day a year I hang out with my mom.”  Not quite.  We’re together a lot.

So today was mostly just another day, aside from my taking her to lunch in an INCREDIBLY crowded place that she chose.  Heh.

But for me… it was what I’ve been seeing on Facebook the past couple of days… that has sparked this particular post.

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Posted in Events, FaMeshed, Powder Pack for Catwa (April)

Confession .89. I’ve Heard It All Before At Least A Million Times…

I’m so sick of that same old love
That shit, it tears me up…
I’m so sick of that same old love
My body’s had enough…

Confession .89.  I've Heard It All Before At Least A Million Times...

This is another one of those posts that might not make much sense to anyone other than for Whom it is intended.  My apologies for this.

I was going through my notecards folder Saturday morning based on an off-handed comment in a discussion… and I found my petition.  It’s about a week shy of being one year ago.  So that’s what’s been on my mind lately.

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Posted in Events, FaMeshed, New Releases, Powder Pack for Lelutka (March), Uber, We <3 RP

Confession .80. I Want Something Just Like This…

She said where d’you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody with some super human gifts
Some super hero, some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss
I want something just like this…

Confession .80.  I Want Something Just Like This...

Well hello there.  🙂

Life has gotten sincerely busy, if you haven’t seen/heard via Facebook and how that all blew up.  To any of my sponsors who did not receive the initial notecard sent back on the 5th of March, I am sincerely sorry.  Thank you to those of you who stuck with me, or reached out to ASK what was going on.  Those of you that care mean a lot to me, and are pretty much the sole reason I haven’t just walked away saying ‘fuck it’.

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Posted in Events, FaMeshed, Life, New Releases

Confession .51. Lord Knows You Can’t Trust Your Head When You’re Hanging By A Thread…

And I saw only two footprints in the sand
Though You’d abandoned me and let go of my hand
But You were carrying me, carrying me to safety…
Two footprints, Your footprints in the sand

Confession .51.  Lord Knows You Can't Trust Your Head When You're Hanging By A Thread...

I don’t think I would get through life and its general bullshittery without the people in my life right at this moment.  Those of you that stick around… I can’t thank you enough.

As of right now… we still don’t have answers.  Which is ultimately the most irritating thing in the world.  Like… to be sitting right there with someone you care for in so much pain and not being able to do a damn thing to stop it, and knowing the doctors – at least his current ones – are trying… but… can’t try fast enough.  This is the most powerless I’ve ever felt.

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Posted in Cosmopolitan, Events, Midnight Madness, The Crossroads, The Thrift Shop, Uber

Confession .25. You Only Call Me When It’s Half Past Five

But You want a little company
And You just really wanna thrill seek
Said You left [her] for good this time
Bullshit, what Your friends do, spill beans?

Confession .25.  You Only Call Me When It's Half Past Five

I’m welcoming sponsors to my nuthouse today!  Both of which I’m SUPER excited about.  One of whom I’ve actually blogged for once since they became a sponsor but I never officially said “Hey, welcome to Tivi’s House of Crazy,” so I figured I’d do that with both today.

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Posted in Events, Life, Tres Chic, Vintage Fair

Confession .18. I Hold On Too Long

I believe this is bigger than you and me
You will see the crowd swelling in revelry
I am ready, and if that means goodbye
Then it’s time to fly, into the light
Nothing but sky and the strong battlecry…

Battlecry 2

I am ready, and if that means goodbye…

… then maybe I’m not ready.  Maybe I’ve never been ready.  Maybe I’ll never be ready.

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