happy pride from me and my legacy!! i love queerness and i love all of you!! stay stafe and have a wonderful june :)
also thank you to @applesaucesims for her vintage pride recolors!
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happy pride from me and my legacy!! i love queerness and i love all of you!! stay stafe and have a wonderful june :)
also thank you to @applesaucesims for her vintage pride recolors!
Miranda MacGregor's style has evolved from a tomboyish youth to a refined adult as she continues and rises in her career as a doctor, making a decent income, allowing her to afford fashionable and well-made clothes. Her style is very much modeled after Mad Men's Joan Holloway, with a tight silhouette and a firm showing that she is a modern woman with a career, and while she is still mostly an introvert, she's grown confident in her identity as a Scottish-Indian, a doctor, and a lesbian. Links and credits under the cut!
“I’m so sorry,” Lev soothed his baby sister in their native language. “I thought you played wonderfully.”
“Not wonderfully enough,” Iryna muttered in English. “At least they paid for our plane tickets and fees.”
“But they told you to return next year. They’re looking for improvement. You played everything by ear, and that’s something most classical musicians can’t do.”
Iryna leaned on her brother’s shoulder. “Thanks for coming, Lev.”
“Of course, Iryna. You know I would do anything for you and our other siblings.”
Later, Lev took Iryna to the local phone booth to call Miranda, which she didn’t mind paying for because an international call from Vienna to Edinburgh was much cheaper than from America. They only spoke for the allotted three minutes, but at the sound of Iryna’s sad news, a bit of Miranda couldn’t help but feel relieved. She hadn’t wanted to go to Vienna. It was horrible, and she felt so incredibly guilty, especially since Iryna told her proudly how much she loved her. Miranda was a coward. She knew what the right thing was to do, and yet she still clung on.
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When Miranda called Iryna for their monthly phone call, Iryna had been eager to announce that she had secured an audition for the Vienna Philharmonic in the summer, and if all went well, she and Miranda could start a life together there. Miranda was delighted by the prospect of Iryna coming to Europe, but Vienna… well, Vienna was very, very different from Edinburgh, from the life Miranda had spent over a decade building. She thought about their problems in their relationship, more often than not, unable to shake the feeling that she was holding the girl while too selfish to let go.
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Months of preparation finally led to this moment. Guests had come from across the United States, across the Atlantic Ocean, and even as far as Hong Kong. Carl knew their marriage was peculiar, though since the war, interracial marriages had increased, and in a diverse city like Detroit, Carl figured they would have little trouble compared to if they lived in the South. They had decided to have a small ceremony and a large reception, planning made easier for the church and all those coming from across the world, to keep the ceremony family, intimate friends, and the wedding party only, saving the large party and celebration for the reception.
When the organ began to play the familiar Wedding March, Carl’s heart pounded against his chest as Lydia walked into the room, escorted by her father, and he couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of her dress. She looked like the most beautiful thing in the room, radiant in white.
That very March Saturday, in the afternoon, Carl Jedidiah Carmichael and Lydia Leung were married at the Second Baptist Church in Detroit, Michigan.
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New York City in November was very drab. It was wet and cold and crowded. Of course, one could also describe Edinburgh with the exact words, but Miranda thought the Scottish city had a rustic charm that New York did not. New York certainly had more characters from all walks of life though.
She and Indira were in the American city for a medical conference, drawing attendants from around the world, themselves included. Indira had made a vacation of the trip, bringing along her partner Rosie MacDonald and taking time to sightsee. They had invited Miranda to tag along, but she thought third-wheeling her ex and her ex’s lover was depressing. And yet, here she was, in a nice restaurant and eating dinner before they went to see the New York Philharmonic Orchestra together.
Being a doctor had its perks. She made good money, had nice clothes, and could afford some of the best seats in the theater. And the orchestra was wonderful. Miranda rarely attended concerts in Edinburgh, and only seeing how wonderful they were here was guilt-tripping. Their private box seats were so close that she could practically see every single one of the musicians’ faces. And one of them… the fifth chair cellist was gorgeous, and she looked so passionate while she played. Miranda couldn’t help but focus on her face, the way her fingers danced on the strings. Bloody hell.
After the concert, Indira and Rosie dragged Miranda back to the hotel to change for a jazz club that quote “catered to people like them.” She was tempted to say no and crawl into bed for the night, but it had been ages since Miranda had attended somewhere like a jazz club, and it was New York, after all, where a thriving community of homosexuals and lesbians lived. Besides, she had grown up listening to Samson Gardenhouse’s records. It would be criminal not to attend a jazz club meant for people like them.
As Indira promised, the club was buzzing with music and same sex couples everywhere. It was rare to see places like this in Edinburgh, and even the introverted Miranda could appreciate it. The band was lovely, and the club was lively. With a near front row view, Miranda couldn’t help but focus on the singer and cellist, the two women of the five-piece. She loved the red and black ensemble that matched the club’s colors and… Miranda tilted her head.
The cellist, even with the dark glasses, looked a lot like the girl from the symphony! Her eyes narrowed, watching the movements of her fingers and the way she played. Good God, it was the same woman! In a gay jazz club of all places!
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Miranda enjoys the latest fashions of the 1950s, going for a mixture of the conventional and unconventional, as deemed by society. She's less of a tomboy compared to her youth, but she'll always wear pants if she can get away with it.
Daily: Hair, Glasses, Dress, Pantyhose (TSR), Shoes
Daily 2: Hair, Glasses, Earrings (Basegame), Necklace (Cottage Living), Dress, Pantyhose (TSR), Shoes
Travel: Scarf, Glasses, Blazer, Blouse, Skirt, Gloves (Wedding Stories), Pantyhose, Shoes
Sleep: Hair (Outdoor Retreat), Blouse, Shorts (Growing Together)
Formal: Hair (Get Together), Glasses, Earrings (TSR), Necklace (TSR), Gown, Gloves, Pantyhose (Basegame), Shoes
Party: Hair (Get Together), Glasses, Earrings (Vintage Glamour), Necklace, Dress, Gloves (Wedding Stories), Pantyhose (TSR), Shoes
Hot Weather: Hair, Glasses, Blouse, Slacks, Flats
Cold Weather: Hat, Hair, Glasses, Coat, Gloves (Get to Work), Stockings (Basegame), Boots (Nifty Knitting)
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Nearly a year later, Iryna returned to Vienna, though this time, Miranda accompanied her instead of Lev. They met in Edinburgh like the first time and flew to Vienna together. A year later, with hours and hours of practice at the little West Virginia house Iryna had been raised at, her cello skills blew the judges away, and she was offered third chair at once. Miranda celebrated by ordering champagne into their hotel room as Iryna regaled details of her new life in Vienna, that she would live with the second chair cellist, who had a blind brother and had no problem with a blind housemate. Even without Miranda or family, Iryna would be taken care of.
It was cruel to finally do it after a joyous moment, but the guilt was too consuming. She loved Iryna, but they couldn’t be together. Miranda loved her life in Edinburgh, and she didn’t want to leave. They had been long-distance their whole relationship, and she was afraid they wouldn’t be able to handle it with no distance between them. Iryna would be taken care of in Vienna, and Miranda would still support her, but not as a lover with so many years between them. She was selfish for not having done it sooner, and she hated knowing she would hurt Iryna, but she had to do it. She had to.
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