Fashionable Taste (goldiefc8)
Jun 9, 2017 14:18:36 GMT -5
Post by Penguin on Jun 9, 2017 14:18:36 GMT -5
I am disgusted with myself.
I am sick of looking at the same twenty outfits. My presence at the clothing stores has been missing for far too long. Weeks have passed since I have spent a dime on myself. That means I have been a good girl lately. Good girls deserve treats. A few bucks can be spared to help me avoid repeating an outfit. Unfortunately, in order to reward myself, I must do exactly what I’m trying to refrain and wear old clothes, but it is for the greater good.
When I was younger, strolls down the main fashion street of District One were my favorite. They still are, however, the financial state of my family has made that pastime a bit painful for me. Years ago, I could walk down the street and if I saw something I liked in the window I could just buy it, no questions asked. That changed when my father was hospitalized. Now if I can scrape enough money together I can treat myself occasionally.
Today is one of those days.
The blazing heat of the summer sun pounds overhead on the fashion strip. Glancing around, I see many people even holding parasols. It is that time of year where it gets unbearably hot ridiculously quick. The great outdoors have never really been my cup of tea, so I retire into the first store of the area. Currently located on a busy street corner, Urbane, a staple clothing line across the Capitol with one lovely store open in my home District. From what I’ve heard only the top of the top shop here.
It looks like I’m treating myself like the top of the top today.
Loud banter and laughter fill the popular apparel store on a hot summer day for a reason. Two if to be more correct. First, the cool relief of air conditioning gives anyone an excuse to get out of the sun. Secondly, and more importantly, around this time of year, the summer collection of clothes is released to the Districts. What else could be more relaxing than shopping in a place with controlled temperature at this time of year?
The prices of the clothing are a bit high and I may not actually purchase anything here, but it sure as hell won’t stop me from browsing that’s for sure. Examining each sun dress on the wall, I find myself pacing towards the try-on rooms. After the last exhibit of clothing, I twirl around to witness a tragedy. There’s a gorgeous brunette girl with tan skin trying on one of the most hideous dresses imaginable. She smiles as she looks at herself in the mirror. If she’s going to do what I think she is, I must stop her. Grabbing the first tolerable dress off of the nearest shelf, I parade myself over to her.
To make my stance clear, I state, “Honey, you better not even think about buying that dress.”
I stop, and clear my throat before continuing, “There are hundreds of dresses in this store and you happened to have picked up one of the less desirable ones. C’mon over here, I can help you find one that really makes you pop.”
I outstretch my hand for her to take.
I am sick of looking at the same twenty outfits. My presence at the clothing stores has been missing for far too long. Weeks have passed since I have spent a dime on myself. That means I have been a good girl lately. Good girls deserve treats. A few bucks can be spared to help me avoid repeating an outfit. Unfortunately, in order to reward myself, I must do exactly what I’m trying to refrain and wear old clothes, but it is for the greater good.
When I was younger, strolls down the main fashion street of District One were my favorite. They still are, however, the financial state of my family has made that pastime a bit painful for me. Years ago, I could walk down the street and if I saw something I liked in the window I could just buy it, no questions asked. That changed when my father was hospitalized. Now if I can scrape enough money together I can treat myself occasionally.
Today is one of those days.
The blazing heat of the summer sun pounds overhead on the fashion strip. Glancing around, I see many people even holding parasols. It is that time of year where it gets unbearably hot ridiculously quick. The great outdoors have never really been my cup of tea, so I retire into the first store of the area. Currently located on a busy street corner, Urbane, a staple clothing line across the Capitol with one lovely store open in my home District. From what I’ve heard only the top of the top shop here.
It looks like I’m treating myself like the top of the top today.
Loud banter and laughter fill the popular apparel store on a hot summer day for a reason. Two if to be more correct. First, the cool relief of air conditioning gives anyone an excuse to get out of the sun. Secondly, and more importantly, around this time of year, the summer collection of clothes is released to the Districts. What else could be more relaxing than shopping in a place with controlled temperature at this time of year?
The prices of the clothing are a bit high and I may not actually purchase anything here, but it sure as hell won’t stop me from browsing that’s for sure. Examining each sun dress on the wall, I find myself pacing towards the try-on rooms. After the last exhibit of clothing, I twirl around to witness a tragedy. There’s a gorgeous brunette girl with tan skin trying on one of the most hideous dresses imaginable. She smiles as she looks at herself in the mirror. If she’s going to do what I think she is, I must stop her. Grabbing the first tolerable dress off of the nearest shelf, I parade myself over to her.
To make my stance clear, I state, “Honey, you better not even think about buying that dress.”
I stop, and clear my throat before continuing, “There are hundreds of dresses in this store and you happened to have picked up one of the less desirable ones. C’mon over here, I can help you find one that really makes you pop.”
I outstretch my hand for her to take.
