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@edencrusso
No problemo! I wish I could help more, but fashion isn’t something I’m knowledgeable in. What type of job did you get? I mainly work at a cafe, but my boss is cool about the dress code.
Oh, uhm. I am working at the Academia Gallery in Florence as a Historian. So our dress code is a little more strict, I suppose.
Such a lovely evening. Tuscany never ceases to amaze.
Me either //laughs// I usually buy whatever the manikin at the store is wearing, and that is what I wear out.
I usually don't have time to do any real shopping but, new career called for a new wardrobe. I'm still not entirely sure I picked out good pieces, so your opinion helped a bit... grazie'.
ooc; I am not going to be on at all tomorrow. It is the 2yr anniversary of my father's passing and I will be traveling to visit his site and spending time with my brother. I will be back on in the Evening on Monday.
I think it looks perfect!
Oh, uhm, thank you. I'm not really good at picking things out.
I have no idea if this even looks right...
shopping around -- eden&&alessa
There was never a problem with living minimally before this. Alessa always thought it was much better to own less; it was only the true things of important that she made sure to keep around, useful things. And clothes were never that. They were fun, pretty, enjoyable to try on and impress people with, but never truly important. So packing up and moving to Tuscany had been easier than for most; she left most of her closet back at home, to either sit there and collect dust or get donated. It was a smart decision, since most of her clothes would not have fit with the climate she was experiencing here. The only problem that arose was that she had a very limited selection of outfits to wear and only few of them fitting for work.
Alessa made time to go shopping, mentally telling herself that the housework could be delayed for a couple of hours. Going store to store, she would pick up anything that caught her eye, tried them on, then compared the price to the amount of times she might actually wear the piece. It it all worked out she would have at least enough to live off of for awhile, until she could get more money in her bank account. She was at her fifth store, three shopping bags hanging off her arms when she found the perfect dress. Lavender and lace, perfect for work and cute enough to catch someone’s eyes. The only problem was there was someone standing in front of that clothing rack. She stood off to the side, trying to build up the courage to speak up, ask the person to move so she could grab it. Finally, after a miniature pep talk, she walked over and tapped the person on the shoulder lightly. “Pardon me, signorina. Can I get by you for a moment?”
Eden really didn't get the fuss about fashion and shopping, if it worked... if it fit, if it was what she needed -- she could get it. It wasn't a matter of how sensual it looked, how attractive it looked, how perfect it fit her body. No, there really was no sense in worrying about all of that. If Eden did, she'd be there for hours... mostly because she had no idea what she was doing in that department.
Her train of thought was momentarily derailed upon a small voice calling out over her shoulder and the slightest tap to her back. Turning quickly to the sound, Eden found it came from a woman with flowing locks and bright eyes. A small smile formed on Eden's lips as she sidestepped the rack she was currently standing in front of, this girl seemed intent on getting something off of it and Eden wasn't going to stop here. "Mi scusi, my apologies." She said gently, her words flowing effortlessly from her native tongue to an equal caliber of English. "I did not mean to be in the way, signora."
Looking over the wrack right beside the one she was just at, Eden pursed her lips as she reached for a dark red blouse and pin skirt ensemble. Would this work for her? Didn't she have a necklace at home that would suit it well enough? This was the problem Eden often faced... she didn't know what actually looked good on her and what didn't, things like that had never crossed her mind. A small huff of air escaped her lips as she felt the fabric of both the shirt and the skirt, making sure they were comfortable. Oh she didn't want to do this.
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shopping around -- eden&&open
Eden hated shopping, unless it was for food. Clothing and accessories weren't exactly things she was overly fond of and yet, it had to be done. Eden was starting work in little under a week and she needed to have the right attire for her new job. This wasn't seminars and lectures, this wasn't conversations at a local coffee shop about Shakespearean literature and this wasn't conversations with the Dean about possible publications in the future. This was her first real job since graduating, this was her first chance to really make money doing what she loved to do. She needed to make an impression.
Strolling down the piazza, Eden looked in the windows of small shops and scanned over their assortments of goods; such lovely things in Tuscany. Bright colors, tightly woven fabrics and beautiful designs, such splendor. So why did she hate it so much? Eden was never a girly girl, she never had a mother to take her shopping and show her what looked good. All she had was the occasional trip to Venice with her Aunt or the trips her Aunt took here and they would wander around the shops in Naples. Eden didn't have a good staple when it came to clothes. "This is going to be harder than I thought." Eden muttered to herself, Italian accent thick with displeasure.
Opting for the nearest store, Eden ventured inside with a quick look around. She needed business attire, something that looked good and worked well with her line of work. Curator and Historian, such powerful titles and Eden couldn't be more pleased with how her hard work had paid off. So, with a light heart and determination in mind, Eden walked over to a nearby rack and began looking through items.
I am all too proud of the amount of shopping I've done.
…… So learn, it’s not as difficult as it looks.
It isn't exactly something I have time to learn... I barely have time to shop.
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I cried a little.
I am all too proud of the amount of shopping I've done.
Don’t be afraid to jazz it up, to wear some signature pieces, build a new outfit on pieces you already have. Play it up, dress it down. Be amazing while being comfortable and professional.
To be honest, I know many languages and that sounded like one I didn't know. I know absolutely nothing about fashion or how to play things...
sticks and stones -- eden&&dante
Tuscany in December; though it seemed more warm that it should, Eden felt a chill run up her spine. She had barely been back home for a week and already she was worn thin with all the decisions upon her arrival. Her father's estate needed tending to, the house and land was to be sold to a family on the other side of their land who wished to expand their winery. Eden had no qualms with this, she told them to tear the house down and use all the land. She didn't care. There was no joy left in that home. The sale of the property left her mother and father's possessions in limbo; while Eden took a great deal of her father's office and living furniture and used it to furnish her new apartment, she had opted to dispose of and sell anything belonging to her mother.
Except those letters.
The letters would remain in her chest of drawers, locked away in a small box. She would leave them there until she found someone she trusted, someone she could put her faith in... to find the men responsible for horrid acts from that night.
Eden had found herself lost in thought once again, wandering down the alleyway nearest her apartment and keen on heading toward the courtyard when she happened upon a stranger sitting on the ground. Blinking, Eden leaned closer, gripping her bag of groceries. "Signore... stai bene? Are you all right?" She asked, still keeping her distance in case the man was of ill repute, she didn't need any more drama and she really wasn't in the mood to fend of some unknown stranger.
I am all too proud of the amount of shopping I've done.
It’s more of a life profession. It fuels me, knowing I look amazing, know what is amazing and what’s not. Its amazing.
Well, there is nothing wrong with that. I generally go with what is comfortable and/or looks professional enough to wear. Speaking of which, I really need to get some more pieces for work...
I am all too proud of the amount of shopping I've done.
Darling on matters of fashion, there’s no need to tell me what I already know. I’m well versed in it. Every high fashion designer, ever couture style. I live for it.
Is that your profession or just an extreme enjoyment of yours? Personally... fashion isn't something I know too much about.
Getting my ass beat last night wasn’t all that fun. But at least I wasn’t the only one left with a few bruises.
Is this a common occurrence or?
I am all too proud of the amount of shopping I've done.
I love shoes…. I love Tuscany.
Italy is a world of fashion, if you love any type of it you have come to the right place..
