Oooh! here's a teaser for next weeks episode, because Alicia's new agent is quite the quaintrelle (or is just too tall to find many dresses and skirts that are still appropriate for work, it could go either well.)
A Christmas green three piece suit with matching tie and heels, and crisp, immaculately clean White button up.
I catch sight of Ms. Howard as I do, neatly attired in a Christmas-green three-piece suit, matching tie, and high heels. Her dark mass of hair stands around her head like an immaculate explosion, barely even seeming to sway as she walks, like it’s crafted from plastic. I immediately feel underdressed.
Does The Foundation just have ties with some pastel formal wear manufacturer?
I rise quickly to greet her, holding out my less sweaty hand and forcing my nerves to hold it steady as I breathe out an overly chipper “Good Morning.”
She doesn’t seem to notice me at all, cleaning her glasses with a white handkerchief and taking the chair on the other side of the desk.
Ahh, the outfit Kattar put together for this date. Courtesy of ending up with a hole in his sweater because he had trouble reaching it from his wheelchair
It was a black sweater and blue leather jacket x black jeans and black vans
“...Y entonces? El restaurante - permisito - un momento-”
I try for the tenth time to snag the hanger, but it’s just a fraction of an inch out of reach from where I’m sitting.
“‘Sta bien, sta bien,” Utkarsh laughs from his end of the line. “If your girlfriend is calling you can hang up on me.”
“No. it’s this-” I pause for a minute trying to keep the frustration, irritation, agitation melange from sounding in my voice.
I don’t have time for this…
It’s just one of those days when ‘frustration’ starts to mutate into that thickness in my throat.
“I can’t reach one of my sweaters,” I mumble furiously.
“Try using some salad tongs,” he offers.
If almost literally anyone else had suggested that I probably would have burned a hole through their ears with some choice language. But I know he’s not joking in the least, so I resist the urge to throw something.
“That’s a good idea.” It takes me 20 seconds to be able to say it outloud. “Give me a minute.”
Alicia chic little black dress that she considered "blase." It's actually pretty sexy tbh lol:
“I’m wearing this pretty bland black dress myself at the moment. I look like an advertisement for ‘Blasé Couture.’”
“Never!” Melissa’s text laughs. “I don’t believe it. And even if you were, you’d get me to buy anything you were selling.”
“Give me a second,” I laugh quickly, “I’ll send you a selfie.”
Shifting the phone to a couple of equally awkward different angles, I select the
It's not released yet, but I'll go with the belted sheath dress that Essence wears on her first date of the book. It's eggplant purple with matching heels. Nowhere near as fancy as the titular red dresses that Alicia has worn in the "Damsel in the Red Dress" books, but it suits her much better than those dresses would
A small example of outfits of the main characters in Karamador's ongoing story arc.
Sir Kiljaos the lion paladin of wind, the protagonist of Karamador, in his shining paladin armor with a white surcoat bearing his family insignia which represents a wind rose, and a majestic red cape. And a new squire outfit he got for Zak the fox pirate after becoming Sir Kiljaos's squire, bearing the same colors as Sir Kiljaos's surcoat and cape. He was still allowed to wear his old golden bracers too.
Ydia the chanting goshawk bard, Sir Kiljaos's herald, in her very colorful and fancy outfit fitting for a bard, featuring a brightly pink dress with blue high collars and complete with a split cape to fit better with her wings.
Anima the fox princess in her regular outfit, with a red cape and loincloth, and golden bracers and jewelry. Being both fancy and light to look royal and fight freely when needed, very fitting for a warrior princess and a fire elemental like her.
Essence's outfit that she realizes makes her look...extra as she goes to pick up Ayla from school
I arrive at Ayla’s school just as another car that’s almost identical to mine pulls into the only parking space the right size for my van. I don’t even have it in me to sigh.
Circling the block, I find another spot about five minutes’ walk from the school’s front gate. Or, five minutes’ walk for me, rather. I’ll have to quarter my stride length to keep Ayla from having to run to keep up with me.
I check the time on my watch as I lock the car door.
Only 3 hours until my date.
I’ll definitely be cutting it much closer than I prefer to.
It’s hard to make myself walk at a more or less moderate pace, but it’s better to avoid attention or…minimize it.
I tower above every mother in the parking lot by a minimum of 5 inches, and most of them have their hair tied back into lopsided ponytails and buns to compliment their sneakers and yoga pants. With my pencil skirt and stilettos, not to mention the big hair, I’m sure I look ostentatious, at best.
Move fast. Don’t think, just hurry.
Good thing I always cut the tags off my sweatshirts anyway.
Peeling off the heavy sweaty thing till I’m wearing no more than my tatty sports top and jeans, I turn the red hoodie inside out, exposing its fluffy white underbelly, and pull it back on in record time - i.e. before anyone but one elderly woman who I accidentally elbow seems to notice me. She looks at me sideways, but I’ve honestly reached a point of panic beyond caring.
Okay, jeans are fine, everyone wears jeans, no one should suspect that.
Hurriedly, I shake my hair out of the high ponytail as we arrive at the second floor. Three people step off, but nobody else gets on.
Nevermind, we can still work with this. At least there’s a bit more space now for me to see myself in the reflection.
Tying my tresses into a low ponytail, I roll my hair under itself the way Judith taught me and secure it with a sturdy pin, giving my waist length hair the appearance of a short bob.
Cute. Too bad I don’t have the liberty to wear my hair like this just for fun. When I was little, and this happened, Grammy cut off my pigtails.