#How to Prepare Muslin Fabric for Draping

[blorbfoosh]

PART II - Another Mission

“Do I have to wear this..?” Nillyx muttered, poking at the waist of her dress. Rou stood behind her, checking out her own suit. They snagged an invite to a gala, and Polar insisted they dress to the nines. ‘It is a company event, after all! If you wanna blend in, you gotta look your best. Plus, don’t you worry. You don’t look fat at all. Trust me.’ The woman sighed, rubbing her fingers through the silky, dusty rose fabric. The holes were small but stretched up her side. There weren’t any mesh coverings or anything... The chest was eloquently detailed, organza flowers covering anything that needed to be- With draping satin that framed her body just so. The sleeves weren’t connected to the main fit, just ribbons wrapping around the upper arm, connecting to a beautifully patterned muslin and linen mosaic of a bell sleeve. The double-slit skirt didn’t hide much of her legs- But black shorts can hide that well. That nice dusty color faded into a lighter, paler pink- Easy on the eyes. Pretty simple, actually. So was Rou’s.. Just a greyish rose vest paired with a white button-up, and dark red palazzos. It still looked stylish as hell though- How on earth did Polar get hands on stuff like this? “Nilly, hunny, you’re the one who said you’ll wear a dress.” ..Polar said it was only proper to have one ‘man’ and one ‘woman’ as a pair.. Nilly now started to rethink her decision. 

Dammit, why did she reject all those invites? She could’ve gained EXP... Instead of being on the sidelines, serving drinks. Rou sighed, approaching her cousin and patting her on the back. The event was in two weeks, and according to the redhead, they practically had all the time in the world to prepare for what was to come. Since Rou had more experience with such social events, she’ll be tutoring the latter on what to do and what not to do. “Like I said, don’t yap too much, don’t attract attention, always stay alert, and if anyone asks- Just show them your clip. It gives us special access to the ballgrounds to walk anywhere without second notice.” ..right, Rou pulled some strings with some people. By ‘people’, Rou had meant her niephew, Ryso, her niece’s partner, Anti, her partner’s associate(whom the redhead would not speak of), and a few others. That was... Partially fine. Nilly had beef with Rou for letting a child hack a database, amongst other heinous activities.

The damned woman didn’t speak a word of what their roles in this would ensue, just said that they would help. Isn’t she just the best assistant?

Rou sighed, putting her suit in the dress bag, before swinging her crossbody messenger bag over her shoulder. Oh, yeah, she had another investigation to help with- Solan got kidnapped, and Polar has eyes on where he might be. Now Rou’s gonna go and investigate.

The former did ask if the grey-haired woman wanted to go, but the latter declined. She had things to mull over.  Like.. Split timelines. It was admittedly the first reason why she went to the Archives and sulked in the first place- Due to the Strings always saying stuff like ‘Wake up from your dreams, they’ll unite the seams, of lives different yet the same- It’ll all come to a close, one day.’

It scared her. So she did her research. And.. there it was. The possibility, that this was always a dream. A delusion. She hasn’t seen him in a while.. Neither has she heard from him. But with this new urge, she can’t focus on that, can she? She has to let them know- She’s alright. 

“Are you sure you’re gonna be fine?” Rou asked, walking up to the gray-haired woman, and placing a hand on her shoulder. She nodded, looking up at the redhead with a small smile. “Solan’s more important than me. Kaycee’s probably devastated. Go. I’ll be alright, I promise. Probably hang out at Polar’s or something.” “Kay’s staying with Kali for the meantime, by the way. You could go check up on her.” “Of course. Right now, all she needs is some good news.” (..oh, Kay- I’m so sorry, hunny-) With that settled, the two parted ways. Aw- Yea. Rou missed this. The feel of the hot, Gulch wind rushing alongside her, the delicious rumble of Spritz’s engine(healthy boy!!), and just the utter thrill of riding somewhere, watching the scenery go by, with her and.. Herself. The canyons that rose above her, grand and strong, started to close in around her- She was close. Rou could feel it. The badger was technically supposed to go scouting with her ole pal and his boyfriend- Namely Arton and Delta- But she insisted on letting the duo go first and her pack stuff up after. She told herself that she was being nice, but in reality-.. She just didn’t wanna be the third wheel. Fuckin’ awkward. Well, no matter. The sun was high in the sky and the cave entrance was just over there. It oddly got a little humid the closer she got-.. Slowing down, Rou could see some bits of slime and used cartridges littering the area around the caves. It seems like the boys got into a lil bit of a virti scuffle..  Maybe Rou’ll pick up those cartridges and drop ‘em off later, along with a nice ole bottle of Lymber wine. Rolling to a stop, Rou carefully positioned Spritz near the cave entrance, making sure he was all nice and cozy before en-crystallizing him. Wouldn’t want any nasty gunk on her baby, right? She winced at the thought. Welp, no results come from lollygagginin all day. Get your ass in, skylines. Thus her cave exploration began.

At first, there was nothing much to note, just incredibly.. Slimy walls. The cave walls also seemed to change color- From the normal pink-orange of the canyon, to weird greens and blues. Some rooms were just stock full of thicc slime people, eating their hearts out- Not.. Virti. Rou could hear whispers being exchanged- Like you were worshipping something. Then there were the large tapestries that draped on the walls, showing a lovely lady- Large, bodacious, just a pretty slime lady. Full in all her assets. Damn, Rou could personally get down with that. She seems sweet. Seems like the type to sit you down and make ya food or sum shit.. Yeah, Rou could be friends with this gal.

There were some statues too, all adorned ‘n everything. Jeez- Did she walk into a cult HQ or something? Fuck you, Arts- Give me a heads-up next time, dammit. She tried to keep her head down, but at times she was noticed by some of the slime people and was invited to sit down and have a bite. They were oddly welcoming, despite it all- Rou politely declined. She had a smoothie pre-ride and was feeling kinda hyped. Maybe next time, though. But that wasn’t all of the weird shit she went into- Lawd, she saw THE big, beautiful slime lady herself. Bent over a table, lovingly scolding a.. Slimed.. Demon lady? The demon gal was pale, but with a tinge of ice blue. She had those fancy little Victorian era hats with the gauze on the side, but there were these little ice thorn things that poked out the top. She wasn’t nicely filled out like the others, no- On the contrary, she seemed like she was.. Dehydrated. Like a little raisin. But not fully dehydrated- Do you get it? Either way, the demon girlie looked gnarly as fuck. A black eye, what seemed to be markings of an upper-cut, and based on the way little miss was holding her chest and stomach- She definitely got kicked in those two areas. Youch. Couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. And look it- Her dress had ghost dogs on it, whimpering. Ghost. Dog. Dress. The fuck?? Rou wanted that. But they’d have like.. Badgers or bunnies. That’d be cute. But what intrigued the redhead the most was the conversation that the duo shared. “Jexi. Why would you do.. Such a thing? He was just an innocent Addi.” “My lady, I’m sorry. I- I wished to see how far my newfound power could reach- What my capabilities are.” “Your notes say otherwise. What is this about a Perfect Love?” The slimed demon girlie- Jexi, probably, stiffened up, looking away in shame. “..That is far before you, my lady. I was young and full of expectations reality couldn’t reach. He was just perfect for the role.” “The poor boy- Solan, was it?” Rou’s ears pricked up at the name, dots slowly forming. Experiment, perfect love, Jexi, Solan, kidnapping. That.. made sense? “..Yes, Solan.” “You forced him into partaking of the slime, and you knew that went against our rules, my dear.” “Laza- My queen, I..” Jexi shook her head, before sighing. “I’ll accept whatever punishment you deem best for me.” The slime lady- Or Laza, as Jexi called her, nodded in solemn approval, before bringing a hand to the smaller’s face, a small smile appearing on her lips. “I’m not pleased with what you did to him- Juni was mad. But I am happy that you are trying to improve.” Jexi leaned slightly into the other’s touch, before Laza let her hand fall away.

“As for your punishment. You will certainly have more eyes around you. Rules will be set and there will be punishments if you step out of line. I will monitor you closely- And you’ll help out with the temple chores- Especially with that dish pile. Is that understood?” “Understood, my lady.” “And if this ever happens again-” “It won’t.” That utter bitterness in Jexi’s voice was enough to make the slime woman turn, her eyes softening. “..It won’t. I’ll be sure of that.” Laza nodded, before bringing a small bowl near Jexi’s mouth. “Drink. It will help with the pain.” Jexi didn’t complain, she just obeyed, sipping every last drop. ..Rou went on her way. She eavesdropped enough. There wasn’t anything to note, after that, just the friendly slime people, a large spell circle, and a monstrous dish pile- One that not even Nilly would wanna conquer. And we all know how Nilly is with the dishes. The redhead took a few moments to ponder, after exiting that.. Interesting cave. She had a few jars full of slime- One that a slime person gave to her, one icy blue- Like Jexi- And a clear one, much like Laza. Rou was gonna run some tests on them later-.. But first, she gotta take care of the Solan thing. Kay mentioned something about a perfect love when she first brushed ways with a demon. Kay said she thought the demon kidnapped Solan. That tied in with Jexi having Solan in custody- And those acid marks on the table, the burn patterns, metal feathers being strewn around that one room- The experimenting table was a huge giveaway. Solan then escaped, thankfully- Bumping into some person named Juni, who apparently kicked Jexi’s ass. If Rou had to guess, Solan was staying at Juni’s for the moment as he.. Recuperates from whatever the fuck Jexi did. That didn’t stop Rou from feeling sorry, though. The badger sighed, running her hands through her hair. She’s gotta tell Polar and Nils- But boy, Kaycee can’t ever know of this. Not now, not yet. Knowing Solan, he wouldn’t tell her either. It wasn’t any of their business to pry.. This was between Kay and Sol. With that in place, Rou got Spritz outta his little hidey-hole and sped off. Gods, that was a lot of info. Her head was still pretty muddled when she came back, immediately collapsing on the makeshift bed Polar set up for her- Not even bothering to unpack the slime samples she got. ..maybe that wasn’t the best idea- But that wholeass trip exhausted her. For.. some reason. Rou couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to the whole Jexi story. The way she looked when she said it wouldn’t happen again.. It made Rou feel like something similar happened before. A failure, of sorts. And boy, was she familiar with that feeling. It wasn’t just her experiments. It was with Lyme and Ley, Rio, Ale, Quentin- Even fucking Matiz. She shuddered at the mere memory. ..He was the worst when it came to failures. Gods, Roulette hoped that she would never. Ever. See him again. He fell to the Void. And stars- Please fucking stay there, you sonovabitch. Boy, Ris would be so pissed. She didn’t even wipe Spritz off yet-.. Haha.

[textilelearner]

Fashion Draping Techniques and Importance in Fashion Designing

Fashion Draping Techniques and Importance in Fashion Designing #draping #fashiondraping #drapinginfashion #fashiondesign #drapingtools #drapingtechniques

What is Fashion Draping? Draping is the art of clothing arrangement loosely or casually on or around dress form. In fashion designing, fashion draping is the main part of garment design. Fashion draping is the process of positioning and pinning fabric on a dress form to develop a clothing design into a three-dimensional form. “Draping” is the term for using fabric to create a design directly on a…

[mysteries-x-mistakes]

Regency Selkies

short story (drabble?), word count: 1500 

inspired by this post:   “Oops, dropped your coat!” You cheerfully pick up the soft fur coat off the floor and carefully drape it back over the person’s chair. They stare at you with wide, stunned eyes. They’re remarkably attractive.

You awkwardly wave at them and go sit down at your table. They’re a selkie, you “gave” them back their coat, you now have a gorgeous and besotted selkie spouse. Hey, they don’t make the rules.

The next day, the attractive person you met shyly approaches you and gives you a little box with a ring inside. You blush, a little confused, and stare at them. “I… Isn’t this… An engagement ring?” “Well… We… We should get married by human customs as well.” “… What?”

I stepped into the ballroom, accosted by all the lights and merriment. My strides were petite and demure under the long, silk skirts. The desaturated emerald fabric swished with each movement I made. I surveyed the situation of present, who was dancing and who was decorating the wallpaper. I also forced myself to look at the men despite a lack of interest. I knew I was expected to marry one day, but the thought was incredibly unappealing. I feigned a smile and prepared myself to enter the dancefloor. 

Something caught my attention though. A sealskin coat lay abandoned on the floor. I picked it up and marveled at the incredible softness of it. It was like nothing I had ever felt before! The mottled grey coat felt even smoother than the finest silks and denser than the finest ermine. My jaw almost dropped open, but I refused to let myself appear so improper. As I stood up, I looked around to find who might’ve dropped since an extravagant coat. I noticed a lady with long, jet black hair staring at me with wide, soulful eyes. Her hair was free of any pins or restraint and I marveled at how it flowed in a straight line over her shoulders. This drew my curiosity since what kind of proper young lady would wear their hair down at such an occasion?

I walked over to her and presented the coat. “I believe you have dropped this,” I said. She wordlessly bowed and I bowed my head back. I took that as a dismissal and walked away to find my friends.

“Aislinn!” I cried out cheerfully and her brown eyes lit up at my appearance. “My dearest friend, how have you been?” I stood next to her on the edges of the dancefloor. 

“I have been quite well, Meredith. Have you heard about the latest news?” She giggled before continuing. “There is a new arrival! Mr. Murphy has returned to his estate after long travels to London. He has quite the handsome and welcoming face, does he not?”

I searched around for a new face and laughed emptily when I saw him. He was dancing with Laoise and had a rakish smile on his face. If I wasn’t pretending so hard to be interested, I would’ve said he looked predatory. “He does indeed, Aislinn.” I grimaced, but tried to hide it. “He does indeed.”

The dance ended and everyone bowed to their partners. Mr. Murphy walked towards us and my heart sped up uncomfortably. I forced a polite smile and dipped my shoulders in welcome. His gaze swept up and down my body and I felt a chill run down my spine. My mind was crying out to escape while I could.

“Miss Reilly, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. Would you do the honor of dancing with me for the next set?” He bared his teeth in a false display of gentility.

I stammered and looked in a panic towards Aislinn, but she only encouraged me to accept. I took a deep breath before responding in as calm a voice as possible. “I’d be delighted.”

He extended his hand toward me and I placed mine in his delicately. He led me out to the dancefloor and the music began. I stepped through the dance without a thought and tried to look everywhere, but into his cold eyes. How was I the only one to see men as the monsters they were? Everytime I turned, however, those dark eyes of the girl from earlier seemed to find their way to me. She was watching me from the sidelines. I had no idea what her interest in me was and I was finding it very difficult not to stare back. Her slim form barely filled out the ivory muslin dress she was wearing. The pale color on her moonlight skin contrasted so well with her dark hair I had to wonder if she was a mere apparition. I briefly considered what it would be like to be haunted by such a beautiful lady before Mr. Murphy cut into my thoughts with idle chatter. I turned my attention to him and tried to come up with a response. Every chance I got though, I tried to find the girl in the crowd. And each time, she was there, still watching me.

Mr. Murphy led me back to where I had been standing before he interrupted. He bowed to me. “A pleasure dancing with you, Miss Reilly.”

Aislinn cut in with a delighted squeal the second he turned away. “How was he? Oh, Meredith, he is so dreamy!”

“It was fine, I suppose.” For some reason I could not focus on the conversation and found my eyes wandering, trying to find those that were watching me.

“Fine! Just fine! But Meredith, he is the handsomest man here tonight! How could you possibly say such a thing?” Aislinn huffed, seeming to be personally offended at my words.

“If you say so. But, Aislinn, have you seen the girl with the long black hair, uncoiffed?” I wrung my hands anxiously, filled with a desire to know her. 

“Are you feeling alright, dear friend? No one would dare attend one of these parties with their hair uncoiffed. That would be an outrage!” She looked at me with narrowed eyes. I felt her concern and felt pressed to respond.

“Ah, perhaps I was mistaken after all,” I conceded. Perhaps I was being haunted after all.

There was a firm knock on my door and one of the servants announced, “Meredith, you have a call.”

I groggily sat up in bed. Who would call upon me at this early hour of the morning? All my friends knew that I prefered to only be called upon the afternoon. I dressed hastily in a plain muslin gown and threw a few pins into my hair in the hopes that it looked acceptable. I sighed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I sure hoped it was not a potential suitor. I resigned myself to the fact that it was and left the room.

But the sight that greeted me could not have been expected in any such way. There in my own parlor sat the lady from last night, her hair as sleek and unconfined as before. Her eyes met mine as I approached and I looked at her quizzically. “I do not think we have met before, Miss…?” I said as I sat down on the opposing couch. 

“You may call me Muireall,” she responded with a voice as musical as a harp. I sat there breathless for a brief moment, in awe of the melody with which she spoke.

I found my composure again. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Muireall. I am Meredith Reilly.” I smiled at her demurely. “May I ask as to the purpose of your visit?”

She reached into her skirts and pulled out a small box. She opened it to reveal a golden claddagh ring, the two hands holding a brilliant pearl. “I figured we should get married by human customs as well.” She blushed a brilliant red as she looked up at me. A smile flickered across her face before she looked away. 

I promptly lost my composure again. “Marriage? This is a marriage proposal?” I could not believe what was happening. A woman! Was proposing to me! Of all the things. My thoughts spun round and round and I quite nearly swooned until I caught upon her phrasing. “What could you possibly mean by ‘as well’?” I asked.

She blinked and tilted her head to the side. “You found my sealskin and gave it back to me. By selkie customs, we are now married.” Her beautiful brown eyes looked at me with hints of fear and sadness.

I realized how incredibly difficult this must be for her. I took a deep breath. It must have taken a lot of courage for her to come all the way here. A selkie though! That must be why no one else saw her at the ball last night. But why was she there in the first place? No matter. She was here now and we were married. “You’d have me? A woman?”

She fiddled with the ring box. “Amongst my people we do not see the point in restraining marriage to be between a man and a woman only.”

I extended my left hand. “Well, then I suppose we are married now, Muireall.” A marriage to a woman was something I had never considered before but in that moment I wondered why it had never crossed my mind. Women were so soft and full of joy and friendship. Maybe this was my destiny after all.

She beamed at me, eyes wide and sparkling with delight. She slid the ring onto my left hand and whispered. “And so it shall be.”

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Returning from Afar Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 远归之约, which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

[ This date was released in CN on 28 Sep 2020 ]

This is the 29th day of Gavin’s mission, and also the day he said he’d return. 

As agreed, I’m in Gavin’s house to water Little Spiky. Since I’m already here, I also tidy up the place, which hasn’t been habited for a month.

MC: Mm, its rootstocks are healthy, the colour is lush and green, and it’s growing well. Now to put it under the sun.

I carry it to the window carefully, letting it soak in sunlight.

My line of sight lingers on the wind chimes hanging near the window. I reach out to pull at the crystal piece. 

The bright and limpid crystal suddenly sends my consciousness back to the week before Gavin departed for the mission. 

[ flashback ]

The afternoon wind blows the curtains upwards, brushing across the crystal shoes glittering on the floor.

If one were to ignore the slight scratch at the back, this would have been a perfect souvenir.

I squat on the floor, one hand holding the “main culprit” - the broom, and another hand gripping my phone, giving the manufacturer a call while feeling upset. 

MC: Hello? I’m the person in charge of [MC’s Company Name]. We held an activity and ordered crystal shoes from your company. Do you still remember that? 

Person in charge: Miss MC, right? I remember, I remember. Do you want to collaborate with us for another event? 

MC: Ah, actually, one of the crystal shoes has a scratch on its back. I wanted to ask if it’s possible to fix it? 

Person in charge: Hmm... Because of the way it was designed, that batch of crystal shoes were specially handled, so traditional restoration works won’t be effective. But since you’re a regular client of our company, we can send you a pair based on the address you gave us. 

MC: ...no need for the trouble. Since it can't be restored, it’s fine. Thank you.

I hang up, a little disappointed. 

In the midst of cleaning up, I had accidentally scratched the crystal shoes Gavin gave me the other time. 

[Note] MC is referring to Gavin’s 2 Become 1 Date, which is available in EN.

Although the damage is slight, it’s not something I can just ignore.

While sighing, I store the crystal shoes back into the box, and place it in the cabinet. 

At this moment, a low knocking sound resounds from the door.

When I open it, I see that the person standing at the door is Gavin.

Light and shadows are cast on his profile, illuminating his sharp and soft eyes.

Gavin: What are you busy with? 

He walks in while speaking. Without him noticing, I prod the the box containing the crystal shoes further into the shoe cabinet. 

MC: I was doing a cleanup, but it’s almost done. 

Gavin responds with a “Mm”. He seems to hesitate, then walks over and takes my hand in his, his thumb rubbing it gently.

Gavin: I have a mission in a few days. It’s of a high level, so you might not be able to contact me for a while.

I freeze for a moment, subconsciously recalling how Eli had previously detailed the dangers of Gavin’s missions.

MC: ...is the level of danger very high as well?

Gavin: Mm, it’s a little dangerous. Which is why I have to go. 

He pauses, then continues. 

Gavin: You don’t need to worry. Before the 30th of next month, I’ll definitely be back.

He speaks confidently. Suppressing the worry in my heart, I give him a smile.  

MC: All right. I’ll take care of Little Spiky. And will wait for you to come back.

[ end of flashback ]

The wind chime clangs, its melody light-hearted and lively. However, I can’t help but sigh. 

For some reason, the second day after Gavin left, I discovered that the crystal shoes in the cabinet had disappeared.

I searched the house, but couldn’t find a trace of them. In the end, my guess was that a thief had stolen them.

Even after pondering over it a hundred times, I remain puzzled about the thief’s motives, and couldn’t fathom how a thief could have broken in. To be safe, I ended up changing the lock. 

MC: When Gavin returns, should I tell him about this...

All of a sudden, the wind outside grows stronger, causing a magazine on the table to flip open with a rustle. 

MC: What’s this? 

I walk over, holding up the magazine. I flip through it randomly, and wind up on a page which has been folded. 

It features a custom-made jewellery shop.

The vibrant front cover is incompatible with the cold colours of Gavin’s house. On the page, the eye-catching font forms the shop’s name - “Cang Xing”.

[Note] 苍星 (“cang xing”) directly translates to “dark green star”.

MC: Isn’t this the private studio which opened recently?

In a program not too long ago, I got to know about this shop. Although its prices are hefty, and the workmanship takes quite a long time, it has a very good reputation. 

I find myself getting confused.

MC: Is Gavin interested in this shop too...

The phone suddenly rings.

Designer: Hello. Is this Miss MC? I’m a designer from Cang Xing. Previously, a customer ordered a gift for you. May I know if you have time to drop by and have a look today?

MC: A gift? 

My eyes flit to the magazine in my hands, a vague guess surfacing in my heart. 

MC: All right, I’ll head over now. 

-

Pushing open the doors to the studio, it’s as though I’ve stepped into another world. 

Soft white muslin can be seen everywhere. Jewellery of various colours can be seen on the ivory tables, brilliant like stars in the dark night. 

The table near the entrance has visitors’ book. The designer doesn’t seem to be around, so I instinctively pick up a pen and flip it open, planning to write my name down.

After signing my name and preparing to shut the book, I suddenly see familiar handwriting. 

On the upper section of this page, amongst a mix of illegible and serious font, there’s a handsome and light-hearted one. 

It’s Gavin’s.

The date that he filled in was the third day before he left for the mission.

??: May I know if you’re Miss MC? 

A staff dressed in working attire walks towards me.  

MC: Mm, I’m MC. 

??: Nice to meet you, I’m the designer who talked to you over the phone earlier. Please follow me. 

I follow the designer’s directions and walk towards a reception area at the side. 

Several pink jasmines are scattered on the table of the reception area. At the side, there’s a long white silk ribbon, looking as though it’s been tied halfway.

MC: Is there an event happening in the store today? 

Designer: No, there isn’t. These were leftover flowers from an earlier event. I just thought to use them to decorate the shop. I didn’t expect you to reach so quickly, so I was only halfway done with the decorations. 

The designer explains in embarrassment. 

MC: I see. Oh yes, you mentioned a custom-made gift in the call...

The designer casts a glance towards the door, her expression turning apologetic.

Designer: Well... I have to wait for the customer who ordered it to arrive before I can tell you. I’m really sorry about that. 

I nod my head pensively. Looking at the unfinished decorations, I break the silence. 

MC: Since I have to wait, why don’t I help you with the decorations? 

Designer: How could I ask that of you!

MC: It’s fine. Is this meant to be hung on the wall? 

While speaking, I pick up the jasmine flowers on the floor, and hand it to the designer. 

After that, we stand on the stools, hanging the jasmine flowers on the wall. The white muslin sways gently next to us.

At this moment, the door is suddenly pulled open. What follows is the sound of specially made boots. The footsteps are slightly hurried, and they pause not too far off. 

Gavin: Sorry, I arrived slightly later than scheduled. 

I lift my head abruptly, turning around and wanting to hop off the stool. But my coat gets stuck on a hook, which has jasmine flowers hanging on it. 

MC: !

Along with the sound of fabric ripping, a pulling force tugs me backwards, and there’s empty space beneath my feet.

MC: Gavin--

In a moment of desperation, the word slips my mouth.

A gust of wind blows up the white muslin. Accompanied by a calm laugh, a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist. 

Gavin: [laughs] Don't worry, I won’t let you fall. 

Gavin catches me steadily. In the narrow and small world created by the soft, drifting muslin, he carries me and spins in half a circle. 

My torn coat is on the floor. Slightly embarrassed, I clasp a hand over the strap which has fallen off my shoulder.

Gavin sets me down. His gaze falls on my body lightly. Then, he hurriedly averts his line of sight. 

Gavin: [coughs] ...

The temperature in the room suddenly rises. Face flushed, I frantically search for the coat.

MC: ...where’s the coat?

Gavin: Over here.

He picks up the coat and hands it to me, his eyes averted to the side, his ears tinged a slight red. I take the coat, but discover that it’s basically unwearable since the snag is too serious.

In the next second, a warm piece of clothing is draped over me. The texture feels slightly hard, and I can even still feel the cold insignia.

MC: ?

I lift my head to see that Gavin has taken off his uniform, revealing his white shirt underneath.

Gavin: Put mine on first.

He pulls the uniform more snugly around my body. His warm fingertips accidentally brush my collarbone, causing me to shiver.

Face flushed, I lower my head. But I catch sight of a ripped button on Gavin’s shirt. 

MC: What happened? Are you hurt? Are there any other places? Let me see...

Anxious, I’m just about to pry apart his shirt to check if there are any injuries on his body. 

Gavin: ...

Gavin: I’m fine. 

Gavin grips my hand to stop me, his cheeks slightly red. 

The designer had left without us realising it, leaving the private space to us. 

The surroundings are delicate and tranquil. Only the person before me carries with him a windy and frosty aura, his eyes lowered as he watches me quietly. 

[Note] Interestingly, the word used to describe Gavin’s aura, 风霜 (“feng shuang”) also has a figurative meaning to describe someone who has experienced hardships in life :’)

MC: Let me have a look then. Only after I’ve verified it with my own eyes, I’ll believe that you’re not lying to me. 

I act in a fit of pique, angry and not understanding why he would still hide his injuries from me.

Gavin looks resigned. After a moment, his long and slender fingers touch his lapel, slowly removing one button.

His defined muscles come into view, revealing a lean figure. 

My hand gently brushes a wound on his shoulder blade which has already formed a scab, and my nose suddenly feels sour. 

Gavin: It’s just a small wound, and it has already healed.

His gaze follows my hands and rests on the wound, then he pauses. 

After being silent for a while, I lower my head, mildly aggrieved, and speak. 

MC: Did you rush over from afar? Actually, you could have taken your time to come back. You didn’t have to... be afraid that I’d worry, and be so anxious. 

I hold onto Gavin’s hand. He hasn’t removed his gloves, and the touch feels as cold as ice, bringing with it a chill.

Gavin: It wasn’t far. 

He tries removing his gloves before holding me again. But I don’t release him, and I tighten my grip.

Gavin pauses. Then, his fingers curl slightly, encasing my hand in his. 

Gavin: The mission was completed earlier, so I came back. 

A smile dyes Gavin’s eyes. Then, he pinches my palm.

Gavin: Let’s not talk about these things first. The gift I prepared for you - want to know what it is?

Looking at the mildly expectant expression on his face, I can’t help but store away my sour emotions, and snort with laughter.  

MC: I do want to know. So could Officer Gavin tell me what it is?

Gavin: You’ll know soon. 

-

MC: I didn’t think there would be a small showroom at the back of the private studio...

After pushing open the door inside the studio, what enters my vision is a glass showroom. 

The outer side of the showroom is constructed using glass, allowing sunlight to stream in, illuminating bouquets of pink jasmine flowers that have been strung up.

Gavin: This is a small glass showroom originally used by the owner to allow customers to hold mock weddings. 

Gavin guides me to the centre of the showroom, brushing past the flower bouquets.

Gavin: But today, I’ve temporarily borrowed it. 

A gust of wind causes the fine gauze draped over the showcase in the middle to fall, revealing a pair of crystal shoes surrounded by flowers. 

The shoe now has a small gem embedded in the place which was scratched - brilliant, bright and sparkling. 

MC: ...this is? What is it doing here?!

Gavin: When I went to your house the other day, I saw that you placed them on the shoe cabinet. 

I’m a little dumbfounded. 

MC: I thought I hid it in the box...

Gavin can’t help but laugh. 

Gavin: Mm, you did hide it in the box. But your reaction was too obvious. In the span of a meal, you glanced at that area around ten times. So before I left, I took a look. 

This causes me to feel perplexed. 

MC: So you were the one who secretly took the shoes away. I thought I lost them, and was depressed for so long. I also thought a thief stole them, and even changed the lock.

I mumble softly, but my eyes sneakily linger on that pair of fully restored crystal shoes. 

The unease from the scratched souvenir vanishes bit by bit, turning into a sweetened state of mind. 

Gavin: I searched for many places, but only this shop’s owner said he could use precious stones to try restoring the damaged area. 

Gavin: The date of the completed restoration could have been earlier, but I wanted to give them to you personally. 

Gavin: Which is why I asked the shop to give you call today. 

Gavin: [coughs] Even though it looks different from how it was before...

I interrupt him softly. 

MC: But I like it very much. 

Gavin stops, looking at me seriously with lowered eyes. 

Gavin: I did this because I didn’t want you to be unhappy over the damaged crystal shoes. 

Gavin: As long as you like it, that’s all that matters. 

His words land on my heart, rippling across it. 

Slightly flushed, my peripheral vision rests on the gem, which is reflecting specks of light. 

MC: Oh yes, what’s with this gem? 

Gavin: While I was on a mission, I passed by a shop and saw this gem through the window.

Gavin releases an unnatural cough.

Gavin: At that time, I was about to return to help you with the amusement park wedding photoshoot. I thought it would be of use, so I bought it. 

Gavin: But after that, I didn’t have a chance to give it to you.

He seems to think about something, and laughs lightly. 

Gavin: I kept thinking about when would be an appropriate time to give it to you. 

Gavin: It just so happened that the shape of the gem needed by the owner tallied with this. 

Gavin: So it was used. 

He fixes his eyes on me, affectionate and gentle. 

Sunlight parts the layers of clouds, casting a warm shade. It’s as though I can clearly hear the sound of my own heart beating. 

The sound gradually grows louder, becoming more urgent, wanting to burrow its way out of my chest and tell the person in front of me how I feel right now. 

MC: Although what I’m about to say may come across as being overly polite to you, I still have to say it. 

MC: Gavin, thank you.

Thank you for silently watching over my mood. Thank you for always returning to my side no matter where you go.

The white muslin drifts to and fro. My heart stirs, and I gently touch the muslin in front of me. Sunlight streams in.

My fingertips brush the soft white muslin, tracing the word “Gavin” on it. 

I turn my head to the side, blinking at Gavin a little playfully.

MC: This word - apart from it being your name, it also has another meaning.

 MC: It’s “courage”.

Gavin’s eyes pause on my face, as though he’s slightly shocked. But it quickly morphs into a smile which harbours starlight.

His smile leaves me in a daze. I turn back, pretending to be unaffected as I begin speaking softly. 

MC: Gavin, you are my courage. 

MC: You are the courage I have when I face life’s large and small twists and turns. 

MC: Next time, I’ll become a person who is stronger in heart, and won’t be dejected over such a trivial matter. 

MC: I’ll also work hard to become your courage and strength - to protect you from harm each time you go on missions. 

MC: Or... to sustain fewer injuries. 

I wave a fist towards Gavin as a display of my determination. The sunlight sifting in through the muslin is like a gentle filter, descending on Gavin slowly.

Having to part from each other and having gloomy moods are inevitable. But there’s one person who will ultimately make his way over to me, smoothening out all the anguish, leaving only happiness behind.

He will cross the mountains and rivers, walk across the clouds and the moon, to meet me at the brink of dawn. 

Gavin: [laughs] I got it. 

He turns his head, mimicking my earlier actions, lifting his hand to trace something on the white muslin.

MC: This is...

I try to decipher what he wrote, but can’t tell what it is. Confused, I look at Gavin. 

He puts his hand down, lifting his eyes to stare at me quietly. 

Gavin: Protecting each other. 

His voice is loud and clear, reminiscent of a galloping breeze in autumn, crashing into my heart. 

Gavin: You are already my strength. 

Gavin: So I will keep protecting you, and everything you like. 

The numerous times of parting, the numerous mornings and evenings spent alone, now leave a sweet aftertaste.

MC: Gavin, I’m really happy now. 

MC: So happy that I feel as though the entire world is before me at this moment, and within reach. 

Seeing my smile, Gavin lifts the white muslin between us, reaching out to bring me into his arms.

The coat draped over my shoulders slides off. The white muslin is akin to a gentle mist, gracefully drifting mid-air, then falling onto the both of us. 

Gavin holds my hand, encircling me in his arms. 

MC: Gavin...

The close and warm contact causes my face to heat up. I can’t help but call his name. 

But he isn’t in a hurry to respond. Instead, he lifts a hand, taking a strand of my hair into his palm, his gaze lingering on my face. 

Gavin: Now, I’m the only person in your entire world. 

The delicate fragrance of pink jasmine slowly permeates the air. The temperature from our laced fingers is scalding. I tilt my head upwards, giving Gavin’s chin a careful peck.

MC: In that case, could I bribe my entire world to let me have this moment for a while longer?

In the next second, I feel warmth around my waist, and Gavin wraps me in his arms tightly. 

He lowers his head slightly, his fringe brushing my eyelashes. I can feel his steady, composed breaths. 

Gavin: No matter how long it is, you can.

-

Phone call: here

-

🍒 Cheri’s elegant thoughts 🍒

HE PURCHASED A RING OKAY

NO ONE JUST BUYS A RANDOM GEMSTONE

HE HAD A RING ALL THIS TIME

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[isitgintimeyet]

Just A Friend

Previous

AO3

Another Sunday, another chapter. Hope it’s a good weekend for you all, despite these uncertain times. I always intended this story to be a bit of fluffy light relief from the real world. Thanks for all the support for it.

There will probably be another 3 chapters after this, depending on how the characters behave. I cant seem to make them do what I want sometimes!

Thanks to @wickedgoodbooks for the beta

Chapter 11: From Marriage to Mackenzie

It’s 1pm and I’m in a hotel room, still in a bathrobe, sipping Buck’s Fizz whilst a hairdresser wrestles with my wayward curls, finally managing to corral them into some sort of recognisable hair style.

Geillis is sitting on the edge of the bed incongruously dressed in tiara and bathrobe, her hair arranged in an elaborate updo. I catch her eye through the dressing table mirror and smile before my vision is obscured by a miasma of hairspray.

A few final tweaks of my curls and it’s done. I am just amazed that my hair can be cajoled into such glossy, bouncy curls, held behind one ear by an ornately decorated comb. With suitable compliments and thanks, Geillis and I bid goodbye to the hairdresser.

The bride stands up and adjusts the belt of her robe. She seems the epitome of calm.

“Are you not nervous, Geillis? You’ll be walking down the aisle in about an hour’s time.”

“Weel, I am a wee bit worried about a couple of things,” she admits. “I dinna ken how ma cousin Janie will behave. She may try tae proposition every man under the age of seventy five. And as fer Dougal’s Uncle Eric—he has been known tae get steamin’ drunk and puke in the rose beds. But about the marrying? Nah, I dinna have any nerves about that. I want tae spend ma life wi’ Dougal and that’s what today is all about. I have nae worries about making that commitment. He’s the one fer me. When ye ken, ye ken. Trust me, Claire.”

The pocket of her bathrobe begins to buzz. She quickly pulls out her phone and reads the message.

“I’d best go. That was Mam, fretting about something or other. Are ye ok getting dressed on yer own?”

“I’ve managed for the past twenty nine years or so. I dare say I can manage another day.” I sigh theatrically.

“I ken. Ye can manage on yer own. Ye always do. But thanks fer being here with me today. It means a lot tae have the people who mean the most tae me around,” she leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “But remember what I said, Claire, when ye ken, ye ken. Dinna ignore it.”

Pausing at the interconnecting doorway, she does a quick body shimmy and grins. “Woo hoo! I’m getting married. Canna believe it’s here now,”

From the adjoining room, I can hear a shouted response. “Geillis Duncan, ye get here now. Yer mam reckons that makeup lassie has done her eyeliner wonky. It looks fine tae me. Can ye come and talk some sense in tae the daft cow?”

“Alright, Da, I’m coming.” Geillis yells back before leaving to deal with her parents.

I sit down and study my bridesmaid’s dress, now hanging on the wardrobe door. I’m getting excited about the day ahead. Probably not as much as Geillis, obviously, but a host of butterflies appears to have taken residence in the pit of my stomach.

I’m truly thrilled for Geillis to be marrying Dougal—they love each other so much. But, also, it’s scary to me. She is willing, eager even, to commit to one person, to base her future life, her future happiness on one man. If they should ever leave…well, I’m not sure I’d be able to cope with that. If you love too hard, you can hurt too much. Trust me on that, I know. People leave you. Don’t give your heart to anyone, keep it hidden away, protected…intact.

The ping from my phone diverts me from this somber train of thought.

I’m downstairs at the hotel. Can you come and say hello?

I quickly type:

Come up to the 2nd floor. I’ll meet you by the lift.

Making sure the keycard is in my pocket, I slip my feet into the hotel’s complimentary slippers and shuffle out to meet Jamie.

I’m already waiting as the lift door opens and he emerges. My first thought is oh wow, as is my second...and third. He has made an effort for this wedding, and it’s certainly paid off. Eschewing the more formal Prince Charlie style, he’s wearing a charcoal grey jacket and waistcoat, perfectly matching the grey in his kilt. A crisp white shirt and burgundy tie complement the secondary colours in the tartan. His sporran is black leather, heavily etched or embossed. I can’t quite make out the detail. Then I feel myself blush as I realise I have been clearly staring at his...er, lower body. I look up quickly.

Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to have noticed. He looks me up and down and smiles. “Nice outfit,” he comments drily. “Is the bride wearing white towelling too? What’s the theme? Salon chic?”And is that part of the design?” He points to an orange stain on the front of my robe. I pull a face and tie the belt tighter, trying to tuck the offending piece of material out of sight.

“Must have spilled a drop of my Buck’s Fizz.”

“Drinking already? Dinna be staggering down the aisle.”

He reaches out towards my hair and pauses for a second before making a random circular motion with his hand. “And this…I like yer hair. It’s verra…verra…” he searches for the word. “... asymmetric.”

“Thank you,” I hold the ‘skirt’ of my robe and bob a little curtsy. “That’s totally what we were going for—asymmetric.”

He laughs. “Nah, seriously. Yer hair and yer makeup look grand. I’m sure ye’ll look lovely in yer dress.”

I gesture to my room. “I’d best finish getting ready.”

“Aye, I’ll see ye downstairs.” He presses the button for the lift.

“By the way, you look grand too.” I try to say it in an understated way. It’s true, but I don’t want him to read anything into the statement.

The lift arrives and he steps inside. As the doors close, he fires a parting shot. “Especially the sporran, eh?”

*********

Now in my bridesmaid’s dress, I practice a couple of pirouettes in front of the mirror before hearing a quick knock on the door to the adjoining room.

“Ye ready, Claire? Mam’s jes’ gone down. Only us three left.”

I walk through to the other room to be met by a riot of open suitcases, bags and boxes. A variety of towels, dressing gowns and footwear seem to be carpeting the floor.

“‘S ok,” Geillis’ voice comes from behind me. “It’s no’ ma problem. I’m no’ sleeping here tonight. I’ll be in the bridal suite. This’ll be Mam and Dad’s room.”

I turn to see my best friend now fully dressed and ready. Her father is hovering next to her, clad in kilt and full formal regalia. I always knew she would win that battle.

As beautiful as she looks, the thing that really strikes me is the way her father is watching her, with such love and pride. She returns his gaze and brings her forehead to rest against his cheek.

I swallow hard, fighting the desire to shed a tear. It’s such a precious image, so intimate, but also, I realise that, since Lamb died, I have nobody, no father figure, to share something like this. I feel a momentary pang of, not jealousy, but a feeling of regret over an emotion that I will never get to experience.

And then, just like that, the moment passes.

It always does.

Geillis passes me a creamy white posy tied with a simple ribbon and gathers up her bouquet of peonies, roses and fragrant eucalyptus.

“OK,” she takes a deep breath and breaks into a huge grin. “I think I’m late enough tae get Dougal jes’ a wee bit nervous. Time tae roll.”

*******

The hotel’s orangery provides a perfect setting for the wedding ceremony. Softly diffused sunlight filters through the white muslin drapes at the large windows. A slight breeze wafts the fabric gently, giving tantalising glimpses of the formal gardens outside.

At the end of the room, Dougal and Angus stand beside a large arch of succulent green foliage, staring straight ahead as Geillis and her father begin the procession down the aisle with me following.

Even before he turns to look, I can spot Jamie — his auburn curls are head and shoulders above those around him. He stays still at first, but as we draw near he turns around and grins before doing his funny blink, screwing up his face and closing both eyes, which I have learnt, is Jamie’s attempt at a wink. I return his smile before focussing on the arch getting ever closer.

Dougal appears rooted to the spot, but Angus turns around and watches for a moment before giving me a perfectly executed wink. I smile politely even as I shudder inwardly. The sheer self confidence of that man is beyond belief. Then he disappears from my thoughts as Geillis reaches the arch and passes me her bouquet to hold. The joy on her and Dougal’s faces as they prepare to make their vows is wonderful and I’m so happy to be a part of it all.

***************

They say the sun shines on the righteous. Well, Geillis and Dougal must be exceptionally good, as it’s a perfect summer afternoon. It’s beautifully warm, but not too hot, as all the guests mingle in the gardens, admiring the beautiful surroundings whilst drinking chilled champagne.

The photographer has finished with the formal photographs, so I’m allowed to relax and enjoy a glass or two. I can still spot him wandering around, ready to take more natural, candid shots of the proceedings but nobody seems to mind.

I was initially worried about inviting Jamie to the wedding for a couple of reasons. The first was my friends. Of course, my friends are great, but Anna and Mary can sometimes have an issue with boundaries and I had visions of the ‘conversations’ they might try to have with Jamie — ‘nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition’ unless Anna and Mary are around.

The second reason was that Jamie would literally know only one person at this wedding —me. And that, when I was off doing official ‘wedding stuff’, he would be on his own, billy-no-mates. But, as I look around, I realise I had absolutely nothing to worry about on that score. He has the knack, it seems, to get on with everyone.

At the moment he’s talking to Geillis’s father, laughing and joking like they’re old friends. He notices me looking at him, lifts his empty glass up and points to me. I hold my glass up and nod. He excuses himself and strolls towards the bar.

There’s a slight touch on my elbow. “Hello, dear.”

I draw my attention to the old lady standing next to me—Geillis’ great aunt Frances. I’ve met her on a couple of occasions before and have always enjoyed her company. She’s a straight talker and makes no bones about it. “When ye get tae my age,” I remember her commenting to me “ye dinna have time tae beat about the bush, ye need tae say what ye think.” I like that in a person.

“Hello, how nice to see you.”

“Ye too,dear. I must say ye’re looking awfa bonnie in that dress. It’s a fine colour on ye.”

“Thank you. And you’re looking lovely yourself.”

Frances makes a self deprecating ‘hmph’ sound, dismissing my compliment with a wave of her hand. “Away wi’ ye. Ye do yer best wi’ what ye’ve still got. Which isna much in ma case.”

I shake my head. “Not at—“

But she decides to change the subject and moves on with her next question. “Is that yer young man over there?” She points at Jamie, heading towards us with two glasses of champagne. “He’s a handsome chap, is he no’? Mind ye, that’s no more than ye deserve. Sae, mebbe ye’ll be next?”

“No, we—“

I have no chance to say anything more, before Jamie is by my side and handing me one of the glasses. I take a sip as he notices that Frances has no drink and, without hesitation, he passes the second glass to her.

“Aren’t ye kind… er?” She accepts gratefully.

“Jamie.”

“Weel, Jamie, let me tell ye. It’s been a long while since a good looking young man has brought me a drink. I should make the most of it. Anyway, I was jes’ saying tae our Claire here, how bonnie she looks today. Does she no’?”

She fixes her gaze on Jamie, demanding an answer.

“Aye, she looks lovely.” His eyes meet mine for a second, before I look away and try to change the subject.

“Don’t you think Geillis looks beautiful, Frances?”

But, it seems that Frances has one line of conversation that she is keen to pursue. “Oh aye, she does. But, Jamie, I was jes’ saying tae Claire that mebbe she’ll be next. What d’ye think?”

Fortunately, I’m spared any response as a gong sounds and the maître d’ announces that dinner is served and that everyone should make their way inside to the dining room.

****************

Having narrowly avoided any embarrassment, I am somewhat apprehensive to see Frances at our table. Fortunately, Geillis’ cousin and baby are enough to divert her attention away from any matrimonial prospects that may or may not be on my horizon.

With Jamie sitting by my side, I catch him up on all the behind the scenes activity of my day and we fall into our pattern of easy conversation and gentle banter. From time to time, I can see Frances, opposite, watching us with a look of approval on her face, but she says nothing.

Once the speeches and toasts are over, there’s a palpable change in the guests. Jackets are draped over chair backs, sleeves rolled up and waistcoat buttons undone. I can spot more than one woman moving awkwardly in her chair, struggling to locate the shoes that were eased off out of sight under the table. Cheeks become flushed with an abundance of rich food and tongues become looser with a surfeit of fine wine.

I sip my whisky, savouring its peaty smokiness. Jamie is in a serious rugby related conversation with his neighbour. A rustle of fabric behind me announces the arrival of the bride, a look of frustration on her face.

She greets the table politely before whispering “Can I borrow ye, Claire?”

I make my excuses and follow her into a quieter room.

“What’s up, Geillis? Is everything alright?” I’m concerned that there’s something genuinely wrong.

“It’s his bloody family,” she hisses. “The Mackenzies, if ye give them an inch, they’ll take a fuckin’ mile.”

She takes a deep breath and continues. “Dougal invited his second cousin Gary and his wife tae our evening do. Jes’ the two of them mind. Sae they turn up an hour and a half early and try tae cadge dessert and brandies from the waiters.”

“Where are they now?”

“Och, they’re sitting outside wi’ a couple of spare bottles of wine.” She gestures angrily to the gardens visible through the window. “And they’ll be first in the queue fer the buffet this evening, nae doubt. And what's more, they took it upon themselves tae bring their three bairns too. Weel, I say bairns, but they’re all in their twenties so it’s no’ as if they dinna have a babysitter.”

She finally sits down and lets her shoulders relax.

I take her hand and try to look serious. If this is the worst thing that happens today, that’s not so bad. Although clearly, in Geillis’ eyes, this is a catastrophe. “It’s not going to spoil anything really is it? They didn’t gatecrash the meal or the speeches,” I speak in a soothing tone. “Are you ok now?”

She nods. “Happen ye’re right. I jes’ wanted tae get it off ma chest. And I kent what I was getting in tae wi’ his family. But tae drag Gregory, Alicia and Laoghaire uninvited wi’ them jes’ pisses me off.”

I stare at her. “Laoghaire? Laoghaire Mackenzie?”

“Aye, that’s right. Unusual name, is it no’? Ye dinna find many of them around—thank god.”

[jovialyouthmusic]

Girls’ Night Out

A multiple AU piece of fun featuring my female LIs

The girls get ready to go out on the town - and the boys wonder what they’re up to.

Word Count 1381 - it’s a mini fic!

A/N I’m going for short chapters as it’s such fun to write. Things will ramp up soon, promise! Lizzy will have her eyes opened.

2 Preparation

Elizabeth looked at her reflection dubiously. She didn’t recognise herself at all. The dress Sophia had chosen for her felt positively unseemly with its plunging neckline and hem only halfway down her thighs. She was used to bare shoulders and décolletage, and Lucy had grinned to see her in her favourite ballgown, making a lewd comment about her cleavage that made her blush furiously.

But her legs! She now knew that Lucy’s legs were not bare, but covered in the thinnest gossamer material that hugged her contours, and she had been shown how to put on a pair without damaging them. Sophia had referred to them as ‘tights’ and she thought the term completely appropriate. She felt positively naked under the hem of the indecently short dress.

‘You’ve got a great figure Lizzy, show it off’ Lucy had appraised, and even Charlotte had nodded in approval. True, the fashion in her period had been to hint at the female form by draping the body in thin translucent muslin, but under that she usually wore loose legged bloomers, not this fabric that reminded her somewhat of sausage skins.

‘I’m not sure about this’ she said dubiously ‘It looks very much like something John would wear with his breeches’

‘It’s called a Tuxedo dress, sweetie’ said Sophia ‘You’re exactly right, it’s modelled on a man’s jacket.’

‘But surely women should dress in a feminine way’ she protested.

‘Nobody would mistake you for a man in that dress darling, trust me’ Lucy piped up. Charlotte stood and walked over to the looking glass, smiling at her as she turned and looked at herself in the looking glass.

‘It’s empowering’ she said ‘You could always wear a suit – you know, a jacket and trousers or pants’ Elizabeth frowned again.

‘Women wear trousers? That is puzzling. I’m not sure which is more strange – exposing my legs to male scrutiny, or covering them like a man’ she mused.

‘Well you look spectacular’ Lucy asserted ‘You’ll really turn heads’ Lizzy muttered in exasperation at yet another puzzling utterance from the brunette.

‘Okay, now the shoes’ Sophia said, indicating her feet ‘I suppose you’re used to wearing flats’ Lizzy frowned for a moment, then goggled at Lucy, who coughed and extended her legs to show the most impossible footwear she had ever seen. She had worn shoes with heels of an inch or so – she and her sister had giggled at one of her father’s friends who had not been blessed with great height and wore leather buckled shoes with heels of a good two inches in order to make up for the lack. But these must be four inches, she thought.

‘However do you walk in those, Lucy?’ she burst out, and languidly the other woman rose to her feet.

‘Like this’ she drawled, and walked the length of the room with a sway to her hips that made her feel hot again. She turned, hand on hip and smiled alluringly ‘The boys can’t resist me when I wear this, they make my legs and backside look spectacular’ she winked. Lizzy gulped

‘Your world is indeed very different’ she said ‘I think I might turn my ankle wearing something like that – and it looks indecent to me’ Lucy shrugged

‘Different times, different values’ she said ‘It’s our culture – in some parts of the world women have to completely cover themselves from head to foot in public’

‘Oh I’ve seen pictures in travel books’ said Lizzy ‘I’m sad to hear that’s not changed’  

‘Now then’ Sophia interrupted ‘perhaps just a little heel – two inches perhaps?’ She closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated, and a pair of black pointed shoes with a heel appeared in her hand.

Lizzy was trying to get used to the way things kept appearing and disappearing. Because the others had been self aware for a little while, they were well practised at changing their appearance instantly or conjuring up an item of clothing for her. They could just imagine an outfit with their eyes closed and they would be wearing it in the blink of an eye, though they said it was tiring if they did it too much. She herself had to physically put on the garments that the others brought into existence for her, hence the lesson in how to put on a pair of tights or ‘pantyhose’.

Next, she sat by the dressing table and Sophia styled her hair into what she called an ‘updo’ which wasn’t very much different from the way her maid arranged it for dinner parties. The only difference was the soft stretchy bands used to fasten her hair, though nothing seemed to have replaced the hairpins used for the final touches. Altogether it was much more comfortable, and to finish up with her new friend produced a metal canister which produced a strange smelling spray that made her hair a little sticky and held it in place.

Her mother used rouge to redden her cheeks whereas Lizzy usually just pinched them to bring a little colour to them, but Sophia produced a whole array of coloured creams, powders and paints that she referred to as ‘make up’. She set to work painting her face and making her eyelashes dark and sultry.

‘You don’t need much’ she said as she patted powder onto her cheeks ‘You have lovely skin and your eyes are already enough to melt hearts at a glance’ She stood back ‘There, all ready to go out on the town. Stand up and show us the whole effect’ Lizzy did as she was told, stumbling a little on the heels she wore.

‘Perfect’ said Lucy ‘Now can we go? There’s a cocktail pitcher calling my name’

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‘Hey Bas, why did you call this meeting?’ Drake asked. The guard paced the virtual waiting room anxiously.

‘Something’s up’ he said ‘Sophia isn’t answering my calls’ Drake snorted.

‘She’s her own woman, Bas, you can’t be in each other’s pockets all the time. Maybe she’s acting out another fic’

‘But then why aren’t I with her?’ he scowled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully ‘and when did you last hear from Lucy?’

‘I uhh – hmm, neither of us have been active until recently, but…’ He screwed his eyes up and concentrated ‘She’s active right now’ he said

‘Hey guys. What’s up?’ Brad appeared suddenly, making Bastien jump. Drake frowned

‘Okay, so if Lucy’s active, and our Brad is here, just what is Lucy doing? At least one of us should be with her’

‘I told you something odd’s happening’ asserted Bastien ‘I’m going to call Charlotte’s Drake and find out if he’s seen her’ Brad groaned

‘This is going to get very confusing with two Drakes’ he complained.

‘Well we’ll have to give each of them nicknames’ Bastien suggested ‘How about Lake for Lucy’s Drake and Chake for Charlotte’s?’

‘Fine by me’ he shrugged ‘as long as I don’t get called something stupid like marshmallow man’ Charlotte’s Drake materialised.

‘Bas!’ he said cheerfully ‘long time no see’ He looked at Brad and… ‘Oh – this is weird’ he muttered.

‘Hi, Chake’ Lucy’s Drake grinned ‘Bas suggested nicknames – I get to be Lake – neat, huh?’

‘Whatever.’ he said dismissively ‘What’s happening, Bas?’

‘Have you seen Charlotte recently?’

‘Uhh, we had a few readthroughs lately, someone was bingeing, but just now…’ he wrinkled his nose in concentration ‘That’s odd. She’s definitely active, but I’m not with her’ he shrugged ‘I guess there are one or two chapters without me in’ Bastien sighed in exasperation.

‘Well, all Les’s female MC’s appear to be busy, but none of us are’ he said ‘What do you think they’re doing?’

‘Isn’t she writing some odd spinoff?’ asked Brad ‘I heard it was a period drama with a certain Captain Lykel’ Bastien frowned.

‘That’s right. Maybe we should look up the Captain, see if he knows anything’

‘I doubt if he’s self aware’ said the newly named Lake ‘He’s not been around very long. Remember how long it took all of us?’

‘Yes, but it’s happening faster just lately’ said Chake ‘It’s like we’re being read much more – there’s lot of spare energy floating around’

‘Well, whatever his state of awareness, we need to talk to him’ Bastien said. ‘We have to get to the bottom of this’

[dieve]

𝟘𝟙. Twisty, twisty, lemon-colored wispy. Sickeningly sweet, golden on her feet, gold in the spindle’s wheel. Marie--Ah. Mari--iia Ilaria. Singing canary-ah. Pretty lady of the morning: her lovely visage stains the kingdom’s wonder at the start of the day and the end of the hour. A curious lady, Atlas thinks.

She ran her fingers through the silk. This will be perfect, purple so dark and royal that she could not look past it. What will she make this time? A gown flowing out from her, a dark evening’s dress draped, an upside-down lily? Or a ballgown shaped like the top of an inn’s lantern? Something like a butterfly, something like a mantis. But something like a butterfly, something like a mantis----the second thing her mind focused on, something like so.... she paid for the bulk of fabric and watched as the shopkeeper rolled it in some papyrus, then into a muslin bag. A brute of a man with a gentle love for his wife’s fabrics-----it was lovely. Prosperous, this kingdom. Rich, with gold flowing in and out. Gold on a spindle’s wheel, his love for his beloved’s craft, a finger prick on the end of a needle, a kingdom post a’blaze by its own people just ten years earlier. A toothpick’s length of time, O, how things change. She accepted the shopkeeper’s flower as a gracious thank you for purchase. An event is in preparation.

... ... ... Naturally turns out this way. With her hood over her head, cloak over her body, she was less than noticeable. Yu’rele has long fallen. in its place came strife and hardship and war. Those times and moments had came and gone in times longer than the woman had been alive herself----so funny, how she could be awake for so long and yet wake up to every new day with memories of four years in her first past so vivid in her vision. People rise and people fall. Men come, and men go. Women wait, and sometimes.... women stay. Every so often, a man’s reign ends when Ave Maria sings at his doorstep. Time and time again, no matter where, ah, Ilaria, her cantata, the wedding bells sing and the temple bell rings atop carpet-lain, white bouquets at the side, and the entire kingdom cheers for a fruitful union of a man and a woman pretty like buttercups. She made her way to the capital’s runway to the oasis’ palace. In the past one hundred years, a square with erected walls----once in a lifetime splendor and majesty----had been torn down five times over. In the middle of the square ran a pristine white.

Do you know her? The prince’s future wife! I’ve seen her around this marketplace. Is she not so pretty? Everyone has seen her. That prince who has never smiled nor ever cried, he seems so kind a ruler when he stands next to her.

Marie-iia, canary-ah. She sings her cantata, Ave Maria, when the world burns behind her and the runway is set a’blaze. Maria, pretty lady of the morning, her lovely visage stains the kingdom’s wonder when the fire burns behind her golden eyes, shimmering flames, when the sorceress comes, laughing at the sound of that woman’s name. Illaria, here! A toast to you, a gentle orchestra for you! So continue to live and to love and for those golden curls to remain. Those ringlets that seem so childish when they bounce, that golden demeanor while covered in jewelry, well-loved, well-received, well-to-do and mannerly. Do you know her? The prince’s future wife. And the king’s concubine-made-escort. And the count’s love-of-his-life. And the second son’s light, the one that makes him smile from ear to ear, O, how things change.

                                          The unfolding of a golden dahlia, for you! Atlas smiled to the sky, holding her bloom high to her forehead in blessing for the Gods to look upon this marriage fruitfully as ever. The curl of her lips crescents, the raise in her eyebrows so sincere and full of love. Thank you, so much, his Maria, her sickeningly sweet drama beyond years and for forever.

Atlas will prepare a flower-petal purple, black dahlia dress in excitement to attend the end of this century’s reign; an attendee’s outfit to a nowhere wedding.

[kanjivaramsilks-blog1]

Latest silk sarees online for women

Silk Sarees - All about the elegant drape

Silk Sarees holds a special place in every woman’s heart and has inhabited important places in the fashion industry and women from different regions and backgrounds prefer to wear this astonishing ensemble. India has some of the finest collections of silk sarees online that are available in numerous colors and prints and are suitable for weddings and special occasions. Silk fabric is available in different types and India exports this glamorous fabric throughout the world. Different regions of India have different types of silk and in South India, a large amount of populace is involved in silk weaving and manufacturing.

Kanchipuram silk sarees online from India are world-famous as they are elegant, graceful, and durable sarees. Different varieties of silk sarees in India range from Banarasi, Samu, Butter silk, Jamdani, Mysore silk, Kanchipuram, or Ikat to name a few. These sarees are further accented with beads, zardosi, zari, or hand embroidery and they are a piece of art in itself. Indian weavers have the ability to weave magic using strands of silk.

How are silk sarees manufactured?

Silk sarees online dominate the textile industry as it is the queen of fabrics. They have a large amount of luster, glamour, and sheen and the history of silk dates back to 4500 years. India is the largest producer of silk and contributes to 18% of the world’s silk production. Main silk weaving is done in sarees as it is a tradition of India and is worn throughout Indian regions. During the festive occasions, elaborate silk pattu sarees are adorned by Indian women and there is a great choice from vibrant colors, amazing drapes, and durability. Silk is one of the oldest fibers in the world that is produced by silkworms. Cocoons are formed by silkworms and silk is extracted from them. Silkworm cocoons are quite big in size and half a mile of continuous thread comes out from one cocoon. These threads are then dipped in colors to prepare for weaving a pattu saree.

Manufacturing of silk started in China at first and there are more than 70 species of silk moths that are quite valuable. More popular varieties of natural silk are Muga silk, Tussar silk, Mulberry silk, and Eri silk.

Types of silk sarees online:

●        Mulberry silk: This silk comes from Bombyx Mori named silkworm that feeds on mulberry plants. It is mostly produced in West Bengal, Tamil Nadu, Jammu and Kashmir, and Karnataka.

●        Eri Silk: This silk is also known as Errandi or Endi silk and is soft, thick, and durable. India is a very large producer of Eri silk. It mostly grows in Assam and Eastern Parts of India It also grows in some parts of Orissa, Bihar and West Bengal. This silk is produced by a silkworm named Philosamia ricini that feeds on castor leaves.

●        Muga Silk: This silk from Assam is available in natural golden yellow color and is obtained from silkworm named Antheraea assamensis. These silkworms feed on Som and Soalu plants. Muga silk is high-value silk that is used in manufacturing pattu sarees, chaddars, etc.

●        Oak Tussar silk: It is less lustrous than other silks and is mainly used in sarees and furnishings. They are generated by silkworms named Antheraea mylitta that feed on food plants like Asan and Arjun. This silk mostly grows in Orissa, Maharashtra, Jharkhand, Chattisgarh, Andhra Pradesh, and Westbengal. Using Tussar silk many types of sarees and furnishings are manufactured.

Silk sarees of India are a great example of superb craftsmanship by the talented artisans of the country. They are famous for creating amazing textures, floral designs, and durable work. Different states of the country offer a great variety of pattu sarees in traditional designs, high quality, and weaving. Banaras is one of the leading centers for silk weaving in India with heavy pallu and borders. Maharashtra is famous for Paithani silk sarees and has golden designs. Sambalpuri sarees from Orissa are famous for double and single Ikat weaves. West Bengal is famous for Baluchari sarees and Tamil Nadu is famous for Tanjore, Kanchipuram, and Kumbakonam pattu sarees. Sarees are a passion of Indian women and pattu sarees are the most graceful attires that are available in great varieties.

How to take care of your silk sarees:

Silk sarees are amazing sarees that require a large amount of maintenance and here are some tips to follow:

●        Don’t leave your silk sarees hanging for a very long time as creases can ruin the saree, keep it wrapped and folded.

●        Keep your saree in a dark and dry place after wrapping it in a muslin cloth.

●        Muslin cloth allows the air to circulate through the saree

●        Keep the silk saree away from moisture as it can damage the saree

●        Keep the saree in a dark corner to avoid discoloration

●        Pattu saree must be ironed on a low setting or steam ironed.

●        You should not spray perfume or sprinkle water on silk sarees as they could be stained.

●        It is better to get these pattu sarees dry-cleaned professionally than to wash or clean at home.

Silk sarees have survived years of evolution and have emerged as the most sensuous and sexy ensemble that is loved by glamorous and beautiful women throughout the world. Sarees can nowadays be ordered online with great ease and gives a woman confidence and elegance like no other garment. It flatters a woman’s figure if draped nicely and can make you look ethereal and stunning. Silk-sarees have a sheen and luster like no other garment and are an attention grabber. They can be worn to weddings, on the red carpet. Parties or during festivities. This is an ever-green saree that makes a woman feel special and beautiful. Silk saree is a very versatile garment and can be draped in different ways, with different types of blouses. Sarees are available in a wide range of colors and designs, and you can easily fill your wardrobe with different types of sarees. Order silk sarees online and get them delivered at your doorstep, so browse from the comfort of your home from a wide variety of pattu sarees available online.

[shalicejacksonunit05]

stage design

Scenic design (also known as scenography, stage design, or set design) is the creation of theatrical, as well as film or television scenery. Scenic designers come from a variety of artistic backgrounds. Scenic designers design sets and scenery that aim to support the overall artistic goals of the production. There has been a consideration that scenic design is also production design; however, more accurately, it is a part of the visual production of a film or television.

Theatrical scenery is that which is used as a setting for a theatrical production. Scenery may be just about anything, from a single chair to an elaborately re-created street, no matter how large or how small, whether the item was custom-made or is the genuine item, appropriated for theatrical use.

Types of scenery

The construction of theatrical scenery will be frequently one of the most time-consuming tasks when preparing for a show. As a result, many theatres have a place for storing scenery (such as a loft) so that it can be used for multiple shows. Since future shows typically are not known far in advance, theatres will often construct stock scenery that can be easily adapted to fit a variety of shows. Common stock scenery types include

Theater drapes and stage curtains are large pieces of cloth that are designed to mask backstage areas of a theater from spectators. They are designed for a variety of specific purposes, moving in different ways (if at all) and constructed from various fabrics

A flat (short for scenery flat) or coulisse is a flat piece of theatrical scenery which is painted and positioned on stage to give the appearance of buildings or another background. Flats can be soft covered (covered with a cloth such as muslin) or hard covered (covered with decorative plywood such as luan).

In theatre, a platform (also referred to as a riser or rostrum) is a stationary, standard flat walking surface for actors to perform on. Typically, they are built to be assembled modularly. They are often used to provide varying levels, to make a show more visually interesting. They are also used to separate areas on stage and as seating bleachers. This is in contrast to scenery wagons, which are mobile platforms that are supported by casters instead of feet.

A scenery wagon, also known as a stage wagon, is a mobile platform that is used to support and transport movable, three-dimensional theatrical scenery on a theater stage. In most cases, the scenery is constructed on top of the wagon such that the wagon, and the scenery it supports, forms a single, integrated structure.

Contemporary scenery

As time progressed, stage settings grew more realistic, reaching their peak in the Belasco realism of the 1910-the '20s, in which complete diners, with working soda fountains and freshly made food, were recreated on stage. Perhaps as a reaction to such excess and in parallel with trends in the arts and architecture, the scenery began a trend towards abstraction, although realistic settings remained in evidence, and are still used today. At the same time, the musical theatre was evolving its own set of scenic traditions, borrowing heavily from the burlesque and vaudeville-style, with occasional nods to the trends of the 'straight' theatre.

[steves3511]

So you want to convention

I am going to show you all the supplies you need to rock out your next Comic Convention

At my last convention I attended I was asked about writing a blog post about how I prepare for shows and the essentials I bring with me.  Since I have been thinking of writing a post on this very topic for a while I thought that this was the kick in the pants I needed to finally start writing .This is my third year attending and exhibiting at shows, my second year exhibiting full time as my primary source of income.  Over those three years and almost 30 shows I have exhibited at I have learned a lot about booth setup, packaging, and selling and interacting with customers; and I want to share with you those insights I have learned through trial and error so you wont make those same early mis-steps and hopefully help you have the best show you can.

     First things first, you decide to test out selling at comic conventions and you are like "San Diego Comic Con here I come!"  Hold your horses there brother;  I like many artists strongly recommend starting with your local shows, its hard enough making money at your first show, you don't want to add to that by having to pay for travel and hotel costs as well.  If you are lucky like me and have several friends and family scattered around the country offering a free couch to sleep on it certainly makes things easier, thought that airfare is still pretty killer (baggage fees grrr).  Make things easy for yourself start local and expand out from there.

     So you signed up for your local show, now what? First and most importantly if you are an artist in artist alley you are going to need prints of your work. At shows and online I often get asked where I get my prints from, or if I print myself from home (hell no!!).  Having good prints is really important, it doesn't matter how good your image looks on a computer screen, if it doesn't look good as a print nobody will buy it.  I get my prints from El-Co Colorlabs in NJ (dont worry non New Jersians they ship anywhere)  The prints are more expensive than other places, though I will argue those cheaper prints do not come close to matching the quality of el-co, and I will happily pay a little more for that higher quality. (I challenge anyone to find a place that has better quality at a cheaper price)

High quality photo luster prints for an affordable price, what do you not love about that?

If you are looking to start out slow before splurging on more expensive prints and save a few bucks at the start I know several people get prints from MGX copy and have had pretty good results.  They are a great beginner bang for your buck printer.

     The next big thing you will need is some sort of backdrop.  From experience a lot of the people walking around shows do not look down at the tables, they are all looking up looking for something to catch their eye.  It is really important to have your work up high so people can see it, and to see it from far away.  Every show I have people come up to me saying “OMG I saw your work from way down there and I just had to come over”

     For my backdrop I use a photo backdrop display.  When looking for displays there are a bunch that are cheap and affordable, I strongly recommend getting the most expensive display you can afford.  Those cheap light weight displays are on the flimsy side and may not support your work, try to find one that looks like it is made out of a thicker sturdier metal and preferably says it can support 30-40lbs before bowing.  This is the display I have

Ravelli ABSL Photo Video Backdrop Stand

This is is a similar setup to mine, sturdy enough to hold your prints and also easy to travel with

     Now that you have your display you need something to drape over it and a way to hang your prints.  At my very first show my booth neighbor and super awesome and fellow dragon aficionado Tyler Walpole had a very similar setup to this.  It looked so easy for him to set up/tear down his display, the display also went up high so people could see it from across the hall.  Watching him pull customers in and rake in sales I decided then and there to follow in his footsteps. (note, walk around the show when you can, taking notes on other artists setups and ask them questions, everyone I have met has been happy to answer questions and give helpful advice, you can learn a TON from from your fellow exhibiting artists)  

     What I do is drape a large sheet of felt fabric (Joe Ann’s) over the display and use clamps to hold it in place.  To attach the prints to the fabric I tape the edges of my prints to a backing board and then place velcro to the back of the backing board, the backing board and the print then “sticks” to the fabric and hangs in place.

Heavy Duty Muslin Clamps

I place velcro on the 4 corners and then tape the corners of the print to the backing board.  The print stays flat against the board and to hang it you just "stick it" to the fabric.  Super easy.

     I do recommend having larger prints behind you so it is easier for people to see, these larger prints are my fancy 18X24 limited edition prints.  I use these both as large display prints and also as a higher premium item for customers.  If someone loves your work and has cash to spend and you only have $20 prints then all you are going to get from that customer is $20.

     Okay, now that the backdrop is taken care of now I need a way to display my prints on my table.  First I have some black fabric (Also from Joe Ann’s) draped over the table to make it look all fancy. I then lay out these foldable display stands, one for each print.  Have as many of your prints out on the table as possible.  From experience it is hard to convince people to flip through a print bin/book, so the more stuff you have out on the table the easier it is for people to see and look at.

You can see I have all of my prints laid out in a line so its easy for people to see, you never know what print is going to catch someones eye, solve that by having all of them out.

Gibson Holders 6 DCWB Adjustable Wire Display Easels

If you cant fit everything on the table a good solution for a print bin I have found is this foldable bin I found at Target.  Its the perfect size to hold 11X17 or my 12X18 prints, and its light weight for easy storage and transport.

For the display prints on the table you need some way to protect them and make them stand up.  I currently bag and back all of my prints.  I get re-sealable bags from clearbags.com and the backing boards from Uline (if you don't want 400 backing boards to start you can find them on amazon and elsewhere in packages of 20 or so)  To start out you really only need the backing boards for the display prints; later on as you get busier and want to save precious time during the checkout process you can pre bag all of your prints before the show.  Dont skimp on the bags though, you need some sort of protective bag for people who purchase prints, otherwise they may not buy for fear of damaging them.

     In addition to my prints I also sell tabletop gaming playmats or otherwise known as gigantic mouse pads of my work.  If you are a fantasy artist like me this is a great product to have, gamers love collecting mats that have cool art on them.  Also it helps me stand out from everyone else at the Con, I am usually the only one who has them and its a great option for people who have run out of wall space with all of their prints.  You have no idea how many times at a show I get “holy crap, he has game mats…I need a game mat”  Just beware, these things are super heavy and add a lot of weight to your setup.  If yo are interested in trying out some game mats I strongly recommend Drew Baker, I and many of my friends use him for his mats.

If you do fantasy art, Game mats are a great way to stand out from the crowd and offer something no-one else has

Okay now that you have your super awesome setup, you just sit back and watch people start flooding to your table buying up everything you have….right?  Unfortunately not quite.  No matter how good your work is you still need to sell it to people.  Over the course of a weekend I maybe get 3 or 4 people total that just walk up and say “I need to buy this, how much” every other person that buys from me I have to sell my work to them in some way.  I have seen several artists at shows sit back with their arms folded looking down because sales aren't as good as they hoped.  Trust me, you don't want to be that guy.

     The thing is nobody wants to approach you when you are down in the dumps, at that point it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy where you are bummed you aren't doing well and people aren't approaching you because you are bummed, thus making you even more bummed.

     The best way to break through that cycle is to put on a “Con face” be happy and engaging, say hi to as many people as you can.  No matter how bad a day/week you are having you cannot let it show while you are behind that table.  Smile, be upbeat, say “Hey hows it going” try to get them to stop and start a conversation, and then lead that conversation towards you and your work.  (in my opinion standing behind a table not talking to anyone for 8 hours is boring, if I am not making any money I mine as well have fun talking to people) No matter how bad the day is going you CANNOT let people know, you gotta be happy and engaging the entire time.  There is plenty of time to vent at the bar after the show talking with your neighbors and fellow artists.

     The selling thing is really what is going to make or break your experience at a show.  No matter how nice your display is, no matter how good your work is, if you do not have the confidence in yourself and your work to tell people they should buy this, conventions will be a struggle.

     That being said, my final bit of advice for first time con goers is to just have fun.  Chasing sales throughout a weekend is a stressful endeavor, dont get bummed if you only make back the table cost.  There are a lot of up front costs associated with exhibiting at shows, so if you dont earn a profit at your first show, do not despair and give up (I did not make back the costs of my first show, these things take time to build up).  Have fun, work on your sales pitch, talk to your booth neighbors and ask them lots of questions, and scope out ideas for a better/improved booth setup.  Use the show as a learning experience to apply to future shows and you will have a good time, and the knowledge of this show will make the next one even better.

Finally, if you are looking for more information and knowledge about conventions and selling and running a booth I highly recommend checking out 1 fantastic week.  These guys host a weekly webshow going over not only conventions but how to earn a living as an artist (useful topic dont you say), I learned a lot about selling at conventions and running my business from them and I cannot recommend them enough.

[adenanais]

Build Your Best Baby Registry with These Practical Baby Essentials

Putting together your baby registry is an exciting opportunity, but it can feel overwhelming. If you’re unsure how to go about creating one, and where to start, here are some suggestions. First things first: Keep it simple. Focus on picking a registry site or two to cover your baby’s needs for the first three to six months.

Family and friends will want to help get you set up and prepared, so point them in the right direction with the following practical baby essentials.

Diapers for Newborns

You can’t have enough super cute and super soft disposable diapers on hand. Any old diapers won’t cut it. But in addition to stylishly-designed diapers, make sure they are free of harsh chemicals, chlorine, lotions, fragrances, and latex. You also want to make sure they are absorbent and designed to prevent leaks. Remember that diapers come in different sizes, so make sure everyone knows how to get the right ones.

Baby Bibs and Burp Cloths

Do you need burp cloths and baby bibs? The simple answer: Yes. However, another option is a multi use bib that acts as both a burp cloth and a feeding bib. One such item, a “burpy bib” from aden + anais, is a parent’s best friend. It drapes over your baby’s shoulders and snaps in the back to wear during feeding time. And its unique over-the-shoulder design provides excellent coverage and catches even the sneakiest of side dribbles. The same style of bib (burpy bib) can also be used as burp cloths by parents by simply draping it over their shoulder. You’ll probably need at least three burpy bibs so they can be rotated into feeding and burping schedules, so consider registering for a set. There’s also the classic style of snap bib for feeding time or the cute bandana bib for catching drool. Who knew there are so many styles of bibs designed to tackle different tasks?

Baby Blankets

The quest for perfect baby blankets should be easy as long as you choose super soft and breathable cotton muslin fabric. Weight, size, appearance, and versatility are all important factors as well. The uses of swaddle blanket or a swaddle set are endless. Their main function is to swaddle your baby, but swaddles also make great burp cloths in a pinch, as well as nursing covers, stroller covers, or tummy time blankets. You could also use it as a supplemental changing table cover.

Fitted Crib Sheets

High-quality crib sheets that are as soft as a mother’s touch are important. You want the fabric to be breathable in order to keep your baby cool and prevent overheating. Choose cotton muslin that’s not only breathable but also soft—and stays that way wash after wash. Pick cute, modern colors that complement your nursery style and whimsical prints to delight your baby.

Sleeping Bag

A sleeping bag can be a good way to keep your baby warm before they’re old enough for blankets to be safe in their crib. As a parent, you’ll stress less if you can slip your newborn into a wearable blanket. Fortunately, the sleeping bags available from aden + anais go over your baby’s pajamas and zips from the bottom, which makes diaper changes a breeze. Babies spend a lot of time sleeping, so it’s very important that they stay comfortable and safe.

About aden + anais

The signature cotton muslin baby products by aden + anais continue to create a buzz among parents, nurses, pediatricians, industry experts, and lactation consultants—a testament to the comfort their products provide to babies and parents alike. Since 2006, aden + anais has created versatile and stylish baby essentials, including swaddles that work as burp cloths, nursing covers, stroller covers, and more. Safety, style, simplicity, and comfort are all at the forefront of product development. Whether it’s teaching the correct way to swaddle, removing harsh ingredients from their skincare collection, or introducing sleeping bags into the crib, aden + anais strives to provide parents and their babies with safe, soft, durable products.

Shop all of aden + anais’ baby essentials at Adenandanais.com

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[nicolefiona]

How I Maintain My Eyebrows | Waxing & Filling Them In

Oh Hey Hey !  Hope all of you are doing well, today I thought i would share my tips and tricks as per waxing my brows and filling them in. I think we have all heard how the eyes are the windows to the soul... So with that being said, wouldn't you want to make sure that your eyes are perfectly framed ?!  ... maybe it's just me, but i am pretty intense when it comes to my eyebrows, and i wax them every week religiously.  I've shared with you in my recent youtube video, as per how to map out the perfect structure for your brows, but i thought i would compile a blog post for you, breaking down each step when it comes to the actual waxing part of your brows.  As per filling them in... I truly feel that comes down to personal preference. Personally, i am a brow pencil kinda girl ( although i am filling them in with a powder right now - check out the video to see why ). But i know alot of people are literally hooked on the dip brow pomade.... And personally i hated that product.  So just know this, especially if you are on a journey with your brows... Keep on trying out new products until you find what is best for you. As well as seriously try out this mapping trick if you don't already do so.  Here are the instructions as per how to wax your brows :  Waxing Eyebrows Equipment, Implements, & Materials  Roll of disposable paper  Facial chair  Wax  Single or double wax heater  Wax remover  Small disposable spatula or small wooden applicators  Fabric strips for hair removal  Hair cap or headband  Towels for draping  Disposable gloves  Mild skin cleanser  Emollient or antiseptic lotion Preparation: 1. Melt the wax in the heater. The length of time it takes to melt the wax depends on how full the wax holder is, 15 to 25 minutes if it is full, and 10 minutes if it is a quarter to half full. Be sure it is not too hot. 2. Complete client consultation. 3. Lay a clean towel over the top of the facial chair, and then a layer of disposable paper. 4. Place a hair cap or headband on the client's head to keep hair out of the face. 5. Drape a towel over the client's chest. 6. Wash and dry your hands, and put on disposable gloves. Procedure: 1. Remove make up, cleanse the area thoroughly with a mild astringent cleanser, and dry. 2. Test the temperature and consistency of the heated wax by applying a small drop on your inner wrist. It should be warm, but not hot, and it should run smoothly off the spatula. 3. Spread wax. With the spatula or wooden applicator spread a thin coat of the warm wax evenly over the area to be treated, going in the same direction as the hair growth. Be sure not to put the spatula in the wax more than once. No double dips ! 4. Apply fabric. Apply a sterile fabric strip over the waxed area. Press gently in the direction of hair growth, running your finger over the surface of the fabric three to five times. 5. Apply pressure and pull fabric. Gently applying pressure to hold the skin taut with one hand, quickly remove the fabric strip and the wax that sticks to it by pulling it in the direction opposite the hair growth. Do not pull straight up on the strip. 6. Light massage the treated area. 7. Remove any remaining wax residue from skin with a gentle wax remover. 8. Repeat procedure on the area around the other eyebrow. 9. Cleanse the skin with a mild emollient cleanser and apply an emollient or antiseptic lotion. Clean Up & Sanitation : Some states or provinces require sanitizing the area prior to tweezing and waxing and applying an antiseptic at the end of the procedure. Always check with your regulatory agency. 1. Remove headband, and towel drape from the client and place in a closed hamper. 2. Discard all used disposable materials in a closed hazardous waste container. Never reuse wax. Do not lay used spatula, muslin strips, wax or any other materials used in waxing on the counter. 3. Sanitize the treatment area. This includes counter surfaces, facial chair, wax heater, and container, floor, bottle caps, and lids. 4. Wash your hands with soap and warm water. Tweezing Eyebrows: Implements and Materials:  Towels  Tweezers  Cotton Balls  Eyebrow Brush  Emollient cream  Antiseptic lotion  Gentle eye makeup remover  Astringent  Disposable gloves Preparation: 1. Seat the client in a facial chair in a reclining position, as for a facial massage. Or if you prefer, seat the client in a half upright position and work from the side. 2. Discuss with the client the type of eyebrow arch suitable for her facial characteristics, as well as desired thickness, or thiness. 3. Drape a towel over the client's chest. 4. Wash and dry your hands and put on disposable gloves. Before tweezing or waxing brows, discuss with the client her desires to improve the eyebrow appearance. Some clients prefer a more natural line, leaving a few hairs in the edge of the brow. Removing every single hair outside the brow can create a hard look, especially on aging clients. Procedure: 1. Cleanse the eyelid area with cotton balls moistened with gentle eye make up remover. 2. Brush the eyebrows with a small brush to remove any powder or scaliness. 3. Soften brows. Saturate two pledgets of cotton or a towel with warm water, and place over the brows. Allow them to remain on the brow 1, to 2 minutes to soften and relax the eyebrow tissue. You may soften the brows and surrounding skin by rubbing emollient cream into them. 4. Use a mild antiseptic on a cotton ball prior to tweezing. 5. Remove the hairs between the brows. When tweezing, stretch the skin taut with the index finger and the thumb of your non-dominant hand. Grasp each hair individually with tweezers and pull with a quick motion in the direction of growth. Tweeze between the brows and above the brow line first, because the area under the brow line is much more sensitive. 6. Sponge the tweezed area frequently with cotton moistened with an antiseptic lotion to avoid infection. 7. Brush the hair downward. Remove excessive hairs from above the eyebrow line. Shape the upper section of one eyebrow, and then shape the other. Frequently sponge the area with antiseptic. 8. Brush the hairs upward. Remove hairs from under the eyebrow line. Shape the lower section of one eyebrow, and then shape the other. Sponge the area with antiseptic. Optional : Apply emollient cream and massage the brows. Remove cream with tissues. 9. After tweezing is completed, sponge the eyebrows and surrounding skin with astringent to contract the skin. 10. Brush the eyebrow hair to its normal position. Cleanup & Sanitation: 1. If eyebrow tweezing is part of a make up service, continue the make up procedure. If not, complete the next steps. 2. Remove the towel from the client and place in a closed hamper. 3. Accompany client to the reception area and suggest rebooking ( the eyebrows should be treated about once a month ) 4. Discard disposable materials in a closed receptacle and disinfect implements. 5. Wash your hands with soap and warm water.

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Steps to make Embellished Tender Rose Window treatments

Whenever we consider dress up a window we should understand how all of us react to light. If the same sort of lighting can be used in every place of the house it can create a perception of boredom. The feelings of a person are stimulated by deviation and distinction. Light affects the way in which we come across and understand colours, shapes and structure. If lamps is not used accurately it can result in a space appearing dull and washed out. The alternative applies if we are able to employ lighting to our advantage, we're able to create a impression of warmth and intimacy as well as bring a certain energy and mood into a particular place, particularly in the bedroom or living room. Light is dissipated through sheer/light fabrics and can therefore use this principle to create a excellent ambiance in a room. Egypt organza or muslin will be ideal materials to use however you could also develop amazing unconventional window dressings with sari fabric, coming up or ribbons. http://mccurtaincounty.net/curtains/the-best-ways-to-select-and-also-install-a-rod-pocket-curtains/ Browse around at flea marketplaces, thrift stores or garage sales and you should be amazed at what you will find that can inspire you to develop striking styles for your glass windows. Next, I will explain to you step-by-step how to create your own adorned romantic pink (organza) drape, you will need the subsequent: • a couple of x organza curtains (preferably with bill tops, these are generally readily available by curtain stores, be sure to measure the width and length of the window to make sure that the drapes will fit in, alternatively, you can purchase organza fabric and fit these to the window yourself. • 1 back button awl (this is a directed instrument for piercing gaps through textile, leather or wood and so forth any artwork and boat store ought to stock them). • doze x manufactured roses (can be bought via most Hard anodized cookware outlets, preferably the same or similar colour as the organza curtain, using clashing colours can make the window curtain appear sketchy and chaotic. NB Be sure that the flower bud comes apart from the cheap backing on the flower, after the rose and the stem will be shifted through the drape the supporting has to be placed back onto the come on the other side with the curtain to ensure that the flower to be attached into place. • you x Window curtain wire or wooden dowel (can be bought from drape store or perhaps home improvement store). • 2 x Hooks and two x mess eyes (can be bought via curtain store). • 1 x huge pliers or palm saw (can be bought out of any home design store). For this exercise all of us will imagine you have acquired the readymade tab best organza drapes. I would suggest which you do a trial run of where you'll end up placing the roses before moving on to the next stage. Spread every single curtain from a flat surface area and prepare the carnations (without acquiring them) onto the curtain until you are happy along with the pattern or perhaps sequence that you've chosen. Contemplate the space where you stand hanging the curtain, in the event too many tulips are used it may well make the area and window curtain look staged and refuses to allow the light to glimmer through the textile. Once you are happy with your design, make a mark where you stand going to make a hole for every single rose. NB It is important that you get the pattern 100% appropriate before you make the marks as well as the holes, is it healthy to realise you want to change the roses about after the holes have been produced you face of having gaping holes in the curtain which may look somewhat messy. The next thing will be to gauge the top thickness of the frame and then lower the dowel or curtain wire in order to fit (using either a giant pliers if it is wire or a palm saw for anyone who is cutting the dowel). If you are using curtain wire go to the the top of window frame and attach a single screw attention on the left and right hand side on the frame. Predesigned organza drapes should have navigation bars at the top, add hooks to both ends of the window curtain wire then thread the wire through the tabs of both curtains and affix the cable to the twist eyes within the window frame. If you utilize a hardwood dowel work with cup hooks and not attach eyes meant for the dowel to rest about. Thread the dowel through the tabs and place on cup hooks. Once the curtain has been hung it really is ready to be embellished. Get started with the left or proper curtain first and open it up so that it is disseminate wide over the window, that way so you can observe exactly where you have made the marks and in which you are going to you can put roses. For this specific purpose I am going to add six roses to each curtain using a collection of 3. Remove the plastic material backing from the rose by giving it a fantastic pull; your rose will be in two parts, (the backing plus the rose and stem). From the top left hand corner with the curtain, making use of the awl push a hole through the organza where you have built your 1st mark, NB it's less complicated and is prone to make a cleaner ditch if you contain the fabric upon either aspect of the draw that you made whilst driving the awl through. When the hole has become made (ensure that it is not too young for the stem to go through) force the come of the flower through the opening and protect the rose by forcing the vinyl backing again onto the stem that can now be facing the back of the curtain, push it up as much as it will head out, this will ensure that the flower won't fall off when it's becoming laundered. Repeat the process on the top right side of the same curtain, now get the hub between the two roses and create a little interest connect the middle went up slightly lower than the rose on the left and the right. Place the fourth pink underneath the third middle went up by but a little lower. Place the fifth rose to the left aspect of the last one yet slightly lower (should have line while using first pink attached at the best left side from the curtain), nowadays the add the 6th rose to the right from the fourth rose but a bit lower (should be in series with the second rose attached to the top right side of the curtain. Your sequence of six is now complete and I personally find that this design is most desirable to the attention, you could obviously embellish the complete curtain, it truly depends on the appearance which you making the effort to achieve. Follow the same measures for the curtain on the right, NB In interior design balance is vital, it creates a feeling of harmony, consequently , what you do to the left curtain do the same for the right in order that they will appear unified. There are many different versions on the adornment that you could work with. Feathers do the job really well and for that reason do reflectors, bearing in mind that feathers will have to be sewn onto the curtain and mirrors must be glued upon. NB Once gluing in the mirrors earliest glue an item of fabric on the back of the mirror, therefore glue the mirror upon the drape; this will create traction between the mirror plus the curtain, allowing the looking glass to stick easily. Also, use glue which will become see-thorugh once it has dried, impasto gel is very effective the moment used because glue with this type of application. Keep in mind light cool colours open a place and profound dark colors make the space appear smaller, this would also apply to the colour of draperies that you choose to use so depending on your décor and where you are placing the window curtain choose your colours prudently. This drape is very simple to create and does not take much time or skill to put together, that being said, it is always better not to rush any decorating project; you would want to take your time and revel in the imaginative process.