log: cat fashion
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xp_logsLiam and Sharon find Pixie to help Sharon with clothing. Liam isn't into fashion.
"Still unsure how this is to work," Sharon admitted as she waited patiently beneath Pixie's measuring tape. "Need foot protection and . . . what else?"
"Clothes," Liam repeated, "Like.... jeans. And shirts, but that's not so difficult. I can loan you cut- resistant sleeves. But you need actual clothing," he had no intention of letting her use the saws or anything too crazy, but even if she was using a nail gun or drill, she was still a beginner and a cat. She needed safety.
"Shirts are pretty easy," Pixie agreed, jotting down some measurements in a sketchbook. "Actually, a long-sleeve shirt paired with denim overalls could work. The straps would be adjustable." She absently tapped her cheek with the side of the pencil, thinking. Adjustable straps were a frequent go-to in her mutant clothing designs, as were pockets. "For boots, I've made different variations on the moccasin design from leather. I'll just need to trace around your feet."
Sharon stopped craning to steal a look at Pixie's notes long enough to glance askance at Liam. "What of tail?" she asked. "Tails are forbidden also?"
"Only if you're too dumb to keep it out of the way," Liam answered. He'd had to shove his down his pants when he was younger, but now he just wrapped it around a leg or his waist, no big deal.
Sharon made a gesture with the aforementioned tail. Somehow that single flip of a caudal appendage managed to come off even more insulting than simply flipping Liam the bird.
"Meant to ask also," Sharon said, returning her attention to the older girl, "have additional problem. Was told to keep phone for emergencies, but no means to carry. You can advise, maybe?"
"I'll add a pocket to the overalls, you could keep small things in it or tuck the end of your tail in it if needed." Pixie frowned thoughtfully. "But overalls aren't very fashionable, are they? A harness and saddle bag made of hemp would be sturdy but look more suitable for everyday wear. Since I'm getting your measurements anyway, I'm sure I can make one."
"I would like to see," Sharon said, eagerly. She sniffed mock-disdainfully in Liam's direction. "Perhaps kitten would also like a bag? Unless he prefers to continue stuffing things into his pockets until his pants fall."
Rolling his eyes, Liam shook his head, "That's what pockets are for," he replied, "I'm good. And I've got a backpack if I really need it." No way was he carrying some sort of purse!
Sharon gave an unimpressed chuff. "You will not take advantage of unique opportunity? Not even to acquire pants designed for tails?"
Pixie turned to the other cat. "I'm more than happy to make some new trousers for you, Liam. You don't need to decide right now."
"But I don't need new pants," Liam protested, "I like my pants. They're fine!"
"Boys are nonsense," Sharon snorted, then a thought seemed to occur to her. She turned to Pixie. "Materials are not free. Your time is worth money also. How much will I owe?"
"Just pay it forward. If you end up not needing the clothes anymore, we take gently used donations to District X for kids with physical mutations. And if you happen across any remnants of technical fabrics or any other materials being tossed out or sold for cheap, let me know. I get a lot of stuff for free, I don't need payment. Sound fair?"
It sounded more than fair, honestly, but the same logic that justified allowing Terry and Darcy to drop who knew how much every week at the butcher's shop was telling her that if Pixie wanted to indulge her, Sharon shouldn't argue. The cat nodded. "Will keep an eye out for materials. I am a hunter of eBay as well as the forest. Will tell Match, also. His scavenging skills rival my own."
Liam snorted, eBay? Really? "Just go to the craft store. There's probably five near here," he suggested.
"Would deprive me of the thrill of the hunt." Sharon hesitated for a moment. "Also, I have never shopped in a brick and mortar store."
Turning, Liam gawked at the other cat. "Never?" he asked. Granted there wasn't much shopping in Machias, they did anything significant in Bangor, which meant Liam either stayed home or with his cousins there since Bangor wasn't as safe, but still. He'd shopped plenty, whether he wanted to or not! "And people think I'm sheltered!"
"Online is great. Personally I like Freecycle. But once you have a bag to carry your phone and small purchases, would you feel comfortable shopping in District X?" Pixie prompted gently.
Sharon gave this due consideration. "Lurked there for several months, so very comfortable with the area. With others I would not be so noticeable also. Could prowl with abandon." She flicked her tail and turned to Liam. "You have been?"
He shook his head, "We stopped in Portland for a night on the way here," he offered, but that wasn't New York City.
"Oh, you really should get someone to take you shopping in District X! There's a funky cool shop, it's a little hidden..." Pixie tore out a piece of paper from her sketchbook and drew a rough map.
Sharon took the page and studied it intently. "Yes. I know this area. Restaurant nearby is generous with dumpster offerings." She held the page to her chest like a map to a buried treasure, and switched a tail at Liam. "We shall go together," she declared to the younger cat. Her eyes crinkled in amusement, scheming, or, worryingly, both.
"We need only find suitably pliant chaperone."
"Still unsure how this is to work," Sharon admitted as she waited patiently beneath Pixie's measuring tape. "Need foot protection and . . . what else?"
"Clothes," Liam repeated, "Like.... jeans. And shirts, but that's not so difficult. I can loan you cut- resistant sleeves. But you need actual clothing," he had no intention of letting her use the saws or anything too crazy, but even if she was using a nail gun or drill, she was still a beginner and a cat. She needed safety.
"Shirts are pretty easy," Pixie agreed, jotting down some measurements in a sketchbook. "Actually, a long-sleeve shirt paired with denim overalls could work. The straps would be adjustable." She absently tapped her cheek with the side of the pencil, thinking. Adjustable straps were a frequent go-to in her mutant clothing designs, as were pockets. "For boots, I've made different variations on the moccasin design from leather. I'll just need to trace around your feet."
Sharon stopped craning to steal a look at Pixie's notes long enough to glance askance at Liam. "What of tail?" she asked. "Tails are forbidden also?"
"Only if you're too dumb to keep it out of the way," Liam answered. He'd had to shove his down his pants when he was younger, but now he just wrapped it around a leg or his waist, no big deal.
Sharon made a gesture with the aforementioned tail. Somehow that single flip of a caudal appendage managed to come off even more insulting than simply flipping Liam the bird.
"Meant to ask also," Sharon said, returning her attention to the older girl, "have additional problem. Was told to keep phone for emergencies, but no means to carry. You can advise, maybe?"
"I'll add a pocket to the overalls, you could keep small things in it or tuck the end of your tail in it if needed." Pixie frowned thoughtfully. "But overalls aren't very fashionable, are they? A harness and saddle bag made of hemp would be sturdy but look more suitable for everyday wear. Since I'm getting your measurements anyway, I'm sure I can make one."
"I would like to see," Sharon said, eagerly. She sniffed mock-disdainfully in Liam's direction. "Perhaps kitten would also like a bag? Unless he prefers to continue stuffing things into his pockets until his pants fall."
Rolling his eyes, Liam shook his head, "That's what pockets are for," he replied, "I'm good. And I've got a backpack if I really need it." No way was he carrying some sort of purse!
Sharon gave an unimpressed chuff. "You will not take advantage of unique opportunity? Not even to acquire pants designed for tails?"
Pixie turned to the other cat. "I'm more than happy to make some new trousers for you, Liam. You don't need to decide right now."
"But I don't need new pants," Liam protested, "I like my pants. They're fine!"
"Boys are nonsense," Sharon snorted, then a thought seemed to occur to her. She turned to Pixie. "Materials are not free. Your time is worth money also. How much will I owe?"
"Just pay it forward. If you end up not needing the clothes anymore, we take gently used donations to District X for kids with physical mutations. And if you happen across any remnants of technical fabrics or any other materials being tossed out or sold for cheap, let me know. I get a lot of stuff for free, I don't need payment. Sound fair?"
It sounded more than fair, honestly, but the same logic that justified allowing Terry and Darcy to drop who knew how much every week at the butcher's shop was telling her that if Pixie wanted to indulge her, Sharon shouldn't argue. The cat nodded. "Will keep an eye out for materials. I am a hunter of eBay as well as the forest. Will tell Match, also. His scavenging skills rival my own."
Liam snorted, eBay? Really? "Just go to the craft store. There's probably five near here," he suggested.
"Would deprive me of the thrill of the hunt." Sharon hesitated for a moment. "Also, I have never shopped in a brick and mortar store."
Turning, Liam gawked at the other cat. "Never?" he asked. Granted there wasn't much shopping in Machias, they did anything significant in Bangor, which meant Liam either stayed home or with his cousins there since Bangor wasn't as safe, but still. He'd shopped plenty, whether he wanted to or not! "And people think I'm sheltered!"
"Online is great. Personally I like Freecycle. But once you have a bag to carry your phone and small purchases, would you feel comfortable shopping in District X?" Pixie prompted gently.
Sharon gave this due consideration. "Lurked there for several months, so very comfortable with the area. With others I would not be so noticeable also. Could prowl with abandon." She flicked her tail and turned to Liam. "You have been?"
He shook his head, "We stopped in Portland for a night on the way here," he offered, but that wasn't New York City.
"Oh, you really should get someone to take you shopping in District X! There's a funky cool shop, it's a little hidden..." Pixie tore out a piece of paper from her sketchbook and drew a rough map.
Sharon took the page and studied it intently. "Yes. I know this area. Restaurant nearby is generous with dumpster offerings." She held the page to her chest like a map to a buried treasure, and switched a tail at Liam. "We shall go together," she declared to the younger cat. Her eyes crinkled in amusement, scheming, or, worryingly, both.
"We need only find suitably pliant chaperone."
