...and good thing one doesn't sweat or get dirty in SL. (Sorry, Captain Beefheart; your classic "Dirty Blue Gene" doesn't apply. In SL, old women don't sweat, and young girls don't glisten... unless you buy "clothes" to make you glisten.)
Any attempt to search my inventory is a sure crash with the new Release Candidate, so I'll be in the green sweater dress for a while.
Sigh... I have new outfits to try on! (Good heavens... did I just type that?) Maybe I'm being shallow... OK, I am being shallow... but there's a rush to wearing new clothing, and SL makes that rush dangerously easy to indulge in.
P.S. Double sigh. I probably should have said "get one's clothing soiled." My fate is to ever be the comedic straight woman.
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