A New Project {Zoey}
Mar 23, 2011 21:45:40 GMT -5
Post by Marisol Rivero on Mar 23, 2011 21:45:40 GMT -5
So far, Marisol's project was going along great, and she was definitely happy about that. Of course, there were still a lot of things to do, including all of the sewing and such, but she'd managed to sketch some designs that satisfied her, and now that that part was done, she'd get to work with Zoey a bit more. She had yet to show her any of the outfits she'd drawn, figuring that she ought to let her see what she would be modeling, but she wasn't too worried that the other girl would dislike what she'd come up with, or that she'd feel uncomfortable wearing it. She'd gotten to talk with her a few more times every since the night of the Sadie Hawkins' dance, which had occured a couple of weeks ago, and as it was, she found the junior girl to be very interesting. enjoying the few talks they'd had with one another. She couldn't deny that there was a certain attraction there either, but it was easy to just pass it off as a physical attraction, seeing as she didn't know much about her personality - and then, as far as she knew, the girl was probably straight anyway.
Nonetheless, as she made her way over to the fashion design rooms where she'd meet up with the other girl, she felt pretty excited. She had no worries that she'd have fun, working with the other girl, and maybe once they were done with the process of taking her measurements and such, they could hang out some more, maybe go out for coffee or something, just as friends obviously. If she wasn't up to it, it wouldn't be overly dramatic, she'd just start on the making of the patterns she needed for her outfits, but if she liked the idea, then it would make the day that much more interesting. She walked over to the fashion room, opening the door and looking around to see that it was empty - which, considering the fact that it was still rather early in the morning, though not ungodly early, probably made sense. Setting her folder on the nearest table, she walked over to one of the desks that lined the walls of the room and had sewing machines on them, opening the small drawer and taking out a measuring tape before heading back, pulling out her pad and grabbing a pen, spreading the sheets on which she'd sketched her designs on the table, wondering idly which she wanted to start with.