Post by brriar on Aug 15, 2009 13:56:55 GMT -5
ESKIMO YOUR NOSE REAL CLOSE TO MINE
YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED, ESPECIALLY ME
What to do, what to do. Could it really be that hard to find something? It shouldn't be, not for Novalee. One of her pet peeves was being bored, though. Currently sitting on her couch at her house, she was surrounded by pencils. Not the regular school kind either. Sketch pencils. In her lap sat her thick and worn sketch book as well, and she had just finished a drawing of a dock. The kind one would see in Nova Scotia or someplace like that. Her picture was complete with the docks themselves, ships, birds, crates and a few people here and there. Looking at her hands as Novalee set down her pencils, they were covered in lead. That was done by smudging for the effect of shade and different lighting. Sighing, she stood up as the pencils around her fell to the floor and in the couch cushions. Walking to one of a few bathrooms, she ran the hot water and began to wash her hands.
Looking down at her clothes, Novalee realized that it too was covered in lead smudges and eraser bits. Not too good. Another small sigh escaped her lips as it hit her. She needed to go shopping! Her wardrobe was getting kind of the same way, covered in paint, pencil, clay, and other mediums that she used to create her visions. After drying her hands, Novalee walked into her large bedroom. Time to change and go to Mayfair. She had been saving up too, so she could spend some of her own moeny. And not just her fathers. Closing the doors behind her, Novalee went to her closet. Maybe Parker would come... But to tell the truth, she didn't even know where Parker was. The teacher of twenty six pulled out a light floral dress, and a brown belt from the top shelf. Taking them over to her bed, she stripped off her 'artist' clothes and slipped the dress on. Then wrapping the belt around her waist, she did it up tightly. It looked alright to her, so it was set. No more changing. That was a good thing about Novalee, she didn't take hours changing. Going over to her big mirror, Novalee examined herself. Not bad, she thought. Looseing the belt a bit, and hen setting it off on an angle, she smiled. It was finished. Tousling her hair a little, she walked out of her room.
In a matter of one half of an hour, Novalee had left the house, hailed a cab, and was on her way to Mayfair Mall. She was almost at her destination as well. Looking out her window, she watched everything go by. People, places, animals and vendors. She really loved Milwaukee. The scene gave her an idea for a painting. Damn, she thought. She wished she had of brought her sketchbook for a quick thumbnail of the beautiful area. Not a traditional beauty, either. It was dirty, gross, ugly... But in the same way it was beautiful. Strange to think about. Pulling up to the first store of her choosing, Novalee paid the cab driver, winked at him and then exited the cab. With her purse in tow, she walked into the mall and then the first store she saw for womens apparel. First she hit the sale rack at the back of the store. All the stuff there was still expensive, but she found she liked the styles better then the clothes at the front. Pulling a few shirts and shorts here and there, and then some dresses, she walked around the store with her mind set on creating a masterpiece through her fashion.
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