Fabric...(open)
Apr 28, 2010 12:12:10 GMT -5
Post by Dancin on Apr 28, 2010 12:12:10 GMT -5
Daniella
"Stand still Dell" mutters my mother, I can hear her patience wearing thin. We stand in the fabric store, our store, beside the one mirror. I am standing on a wobbly foot stool, wrapped in silky white fabric, from nearly head to toe. My mother is near my ankles, poking pins into the thick ivory fabric.
"Sorry Mum," I say, staring glassily out the window. This morning is peaceful, sunshine streams in the window of the shop. People wander past our large window, sometimes glancing in, sometimes bustling straight past. I can smell the food from the butcher and the bakery near our doors. The slide and slip of the silk on my skin is soothing and slightly sensual. After a moment, my mother gives a sigh and steps back to look at the dress.
"Well, it's pretty good. What do you think Dell?" She asks, touching my hip to get my to turn. I have to duck my head to see in the mirror, but the dress is lovely, even with a bent neck. It's floor length with a short train and careful embroidering aroun the hem. The dress is form fitting, falling lightly around my hips. The neckline is a low vee with more embroidery. The dress has lace fluttery sleeves that hide most of my hideous scar, and lace to highlight the waist of the wearer. I glnace back at my mother and grin.
"It's lovely. This will sell for alot," I say, getting down off the foot stool. I give my mom a quick hug before, turning to the back of the store. I head towards our tiny bathroom to change and have just made it to the door when I hear the tinkling of someone coming into the shop. I sigh and go to help them, while my mom cleans up.
"Stand still Dell" mutters my mother, I can hear her patience wearing thin. We stand in the fabric store, our store, beside the one mirror. I am standing on a wobbly foot stool, wrapped in silky white fabric, from nearly head to toe. My mother is near my ankles, poking pins into the thick ivory fabric.
"Sorry Mum," I say, staring glassily out the window. This morning is peaceful, sunshine streams in the window of the shop. People wander past our large window, sometimes glancing in, sometimes bustling straight past. I can smell the food from the butcher and the bakery near our doors. The slide and slip of the silk on my skin is soothing and slightly sensual. After a moment, my mother gives a sigh and steps back to look at the dress.
"Well, it's pretty good. What do you think Dell?" She asks, touching my hip to get my to turn. I have to duck my head to see in the mirror, but the dress is lovely, even with a bent neck. It's floor length with a short train and careful embroidering aroun the hem. The dress is form fitting, falling lightly around my hips. The neckline is a low vee with more embroidery. The dress has lace fluttery sleeves that hide most of my hideous scar, and lace to highlight the waist of the wearer. I glnace back at my mother and grin.
"It's lovely. This will sell for alot," I say, getting down off the foot stool. I give my mom a quick hug before, turning to the back of the store. I head towards our tiny bathroom to change and have just made it to the door when I hear the tinkling of someone coming into the shop. I sigh and go to help them, while my mom cleans up.
