Tuesday, October 15th

Had to share...

Monday, October 14th

 

Our Best Sides (4)

Thursday, October 10th

Taking a Build Break

Tuesday, October 8th

Coming Soon to The Happy Hat

Monday, October 7th

Today would have been The Hubby's Day of Birth.

Thursday, October 3rd

Woke up at 0200 hours. What the fuck?!

Wednesday, October 2nd

The Happy Hat has returned! 

In fact, the small boutique is on another inventory change. Rah brought out new hair, hats, and clothes. There are also several FULL PERM items for your creative pleasures.

The Marketplace Store is active, as well as The Happy Hat Group. 

Come by and enjoy the scenery ;-D

Tuesday, October 1st

 

Yep...Another Sour Pickles Hunt!

For this hunt, the package includes:

➼One Scene

This scene includes a curved landscape with many crystal inferences. One meditation animation is added to the center quartz crystal.

The scene is Modify/Copy, so you can add more animations or whatever...

➼One Crystal Mohawk

This has a few glow scripts to give a mystical look.

The Mohawk also has Modify/Copy, so you can manipulate it as you like.

➼One Hat

A simple hat with its own crystal added.

This hat is also Modify/Copy so you can work with it to make it your own.

Thanks for listening...

Monday, September 30th

Goodbye, September...

"It's going to be a cold one tonight," Mrs. Jenkins said, her eyes peering over the top of her spectacles at the darkening sky. She pulled her shawl tightly around her shoulders and shivered. Her neighbor, Mr. Smith, nodded solemnly as he secured the last of the Halloween decorations. The plastic skeletons and grinning jack-o'-lanterns fluttered in the evening breeze, starkly contrasting with the quiet street they haunted.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the chill in the air grew more pronounced. The once-green leaves had turned into a mottled blend of gold and red, and now they danced across the pavement like a fiery ballet, propelled by the whispers of the autumn wind. The streetlights flickered to life one by one, casting an eerie glow that stretched just far enough to touch the edges of the shadows gathering in the alleyways.

Suddenly, the stillness was broken by the distant sound of laughter—a chorus of giggles that seemed to echo from an invisible realm. The hairs on the back of Mrs. Jenkins' neck stood on end as she turned to Mr. Smith, her eyes wide with surprise. "Did you hear that?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

Mr. Smith paused in his work, his hand hovering over the last skeleton. "Sounds like the kids are already out playing ghosts," he replied with a forced chuckle, though his eyes searched the shadows with a hint of unease. The laughter grew louder, the voices clearer, yet no children emerged from the gloom. The spirits of the season had arrived, their presence palpable in the cool, damp air.

The laughter grew closer until it seemed to be right beside them. Mrs. Jenkins and Mr. Smith exchanged a nervous glance as they realized it wasn't coming from the children they knew. It was something else—something not of this world. The leaves swirled into patterns around their feet, creating the illusion of spectral hands reaching up to them.

A chilly draft swept through the street, and the decorations they had just placed fluttered wildly as if in a sudden storm. The jack-o'-lanterns' eyes seemed to follow them, the candle flames within flickering in a way that suggested malicious intent. Mrs. Jenkins stepped back, her heart racing as she felt a cold hand brush against her arm—but when she looked, there was no one there.

The laughter grew closer, now a cacophony of whispers and giggles that seemed to come from every direction at once. Mr. Smith's face paled, and his hand tightened around the skeleton's arm. He tried to call out, but the words caught in his throat, stolen by the same wind that carried the eerie sounds. The shadows grew bolder, stretching out like claws to snatch at their ankles.

The first apparition materialized in a swirl of leaves and mist, a translucent girl in a tattered dress, her eyes wide with a far-from-innocent mischief. She hovered just beyond the pool of light from the nearest streetlamp, beckoning them closer with a ghostly hand. Mrs. Jenkins gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to escape.

More spirits began to emerge from the shadows, their forms shifting and twisting with every flicker of the candlelight. A group of spectral children danced in a circle, their laughter now a cacophony piercing through the night's calm. Their movements were jerky as if they were bound by invisible chains, their joy tainted by something sinister.

The air grew colder, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying foliage. Mrs. Jenkins' breath misted in front of her, and she couldn't help but feel as if she were being watched—no, scrutinized—by unseen eyes. The laughter grew louder, turning from playful to mocking, as the figures grew bolder.

A boy in a moth-eaten suit with a hat cocked at a jaunty angle stumbled out of the alley, his spectral grin wide enough to split his face in two. His eyes gleamed with a mischief that made Mrs. Jenkins' stomach turn. He pointed at Mr. Smith, and the other ghosts took up the chant, their voices rising to a crescendo. "Trick or treat, Mr. Smith! What's your offering for the night?"

Mr. Smith's eyes darted around, searching for an escape or perhaps something to ward off the supernatural intruders. His hand found a forgotten bag of candy he had bought earlier for the actual trick-or-treaters. He threw it at the ground between them, and the spirits descended upon it like a flock of ravens. The candy flew into the air, only to vanish into their translucent forms, leaving nothing but the rustle of the plastic wrapper in the breeze.