Rarity- Fashion Disaster
Oh I remember that day clearly now. My entire life went into shame. I had to make clothes for the school talent shows, costumes for all those to see, but something was wrong. I felt like something was missing. That day, I began to work on an outfit when suddenly my horn dragged me out to the middle of a deserted area. Unicorn powers work in mischievous ways, but on that day, my horn dragged me out to a giant rock.
"What is your problem horn!" I clearly remember saying.
I stood there, pushing the rock, hitting it, trying to determine why my horn dragged me to such location, but it was pointless. Nothing happened. Eventually, I gave up and returned home. Every now and then, my magical horn drags me to that location and on those occurrences, I ignore them. I could never get the rock open. I never understood it. I felt like my cutie mark would forever be the mark of a dirty old stone. Was this my destiny? To be the chaser of rocks? I wanted to know more, but never bothered.
However, as time passed, I continued to work on my love of fashion, but everything I made turned into something not pleasing to the eye. I hated every outfit. It lacked or needed flair to it. I worked countless hours drawing new designs, but even then, nothing, nothing suited me. Everything felt amateur. It felt ugly, old, crinkled, ripped, damaged and destroyed….like me. Why couldn't I make something beautiful! I studied hours upon hours looking at my favorite designers. Everything, everything they made was to perfection! Every stitch, detail, I loved it so. My designs, they never compared to equal or the same.
"Rarity," I often said to myself. "Why aren't your designs beautiful! Why does your work feel hideous! It's never fantastic! It's…it's…ugly!"
When I said those things, I often cried and ran into my room, for shame at my work. I cried for hours on end, wishing my work was a design, a gem stone of fabulous beauty, but it wasn't. It would never be the way I wanted it to be. It would always be a piece of material stitched together and done by an amature who only hopes to be famous.
"Big sis," Sweetie Belle said approaching my room.
"Oh, oh it's only you," I said in relief. "What can I get for you dear?"
"Well," she said looking down. "The crusaders and I were wondering if you could make us hooded capes to wear while we go crusading,"
"Sweetie," I replied placing a hoof on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I just can't,"
"Why not!"
"Well Sweetie Belle, I am afraid it won't come out right. Also I have to go out and buy more fabric to even consider making capes for you guys. I would need a lot of money to go get fabric,"
"But… the crusaders and I saved up money from helping out the elderly pony homes, what if we gave you money from that?"
"Oh no. I simply couldn't. You earned the money fair and square. Wasting it on such thing would be…well…not worth it. Use the money on something you want instead of this,"
"But the girls and I DO want this,"
I could see at this rate the arguing with her wouldn't get better. I took a deep breath, looking over my piles of mess and sighed. Perhaps starting off with something small would be a better idea. It couldn't hurt…right?
"Alright Sweetie Belle, I'll agree to this just once. I don't feel like you should use your money on this, but if you really want it, I won't object. I am doing it only because you're my sister,"
"Oh thank you big sis!" Sweetie Bell replied excitedly, choking me in the progress. "You hear that girls, she's gonna make it!"
"YAY!" Scootaloo and Apple Bloom said rushing in.
"Yes yes…yay…I think,"
"Oh my!" Apple Bloom replied looking at the clock on the wall. "I gotta get home. Granny Smith said there is a surprise waiting for me!"
"Okie!" Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo replied together. "We'll see you later,"
"Take care bro," Scootaloo replied doing some kind of hoof hand shake thing.
"No problem," Apple Bloom replied heading off.
"Well then, I should get going," I said slowly inching my way at the door.
"Sis," Sweetie said looking at me with big eyes. "You alright?"
"Oh I'm fine. Just fine. I need to run into town now. Take care you two,"
I then ran off heading into the town square unsure what to make of this request. Sweetie Belle knows my clothing taste isn't up to high standards, so then why would she ask for such…request? Than again, this does beat her from getting into my fabric, like in the past. Still, if Sweeties knows my lack of taste is off, then why does she want this so badly? I don't understand her. Either way, I have a request to make and as a sibling should try to make it with love and care for her and her friends. After all, a big sister needs to treat her little sister with kind and respect.
However, I did have a challenge. What color to make it? What type of fabric to use and how should I design it. Those were all challenging questions I began to find myself in. Should I base the color scheme on the individuals themselves or should I make it all matching? Should I use a fine fabric or a cheaper type? Why can't I figure it out? I am a designer after all and one would think I can do it as easy as pie. Oh some many questions hurting my head.
"Get out the way!" A flying pony shouted dashing past me.
"Why I never!" I replied being blown with a gushing blast of wind.
"Oh pardon me," another flying pony said, moving at a much slower speed.
The nerve of some ponies in this town! Why, there should be a law placed on what speed you can fly at around here, than again that could be a bad idea as a general population are ponies who don't fly, unless they come from Cloudsdale which I rarely hear about. Either way, some ponies apparently are just…just…rude!
Eventually I stumbled upon the fabric store and my eyes never amaze me. Rows and rows filled with colors and styles to choose from. Cotton, polyester, satin, everything was here. Reds, greens, blue all the colors to choose from. I adored coming here and just looking around at the store. Why, even the fabric as a smell to it that's just so…lovely. Although most people don't consider fabric to have a smell, but I do. It even has a taste to it as you walk into the door. Your tongue gets a sense of adventure and you feel all ticklish in a good way. The selection, it's so vast, but where to begin. Should I go silver? Then again that might clash with Sweetie Belle's coat. Maybe a daring blue? No no no, blue is last season, that will never do. Orange? No, Scootaloo's coat is orange. I need a color that won't blend in too much with those three. Oh if only I could figure it out.
"Miss?"
"Who what where when why how?"
"Miss," a pony said tapping my rear. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Oh well, not really. I am just trying to make some hooded capes for my sister and her friends. You see, there coats are interesting colors. White, orange and yellow. I want a color that isn't out dated and won't blend in with their coats and also doesn't stand out too much. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Well-"Suddenly the shop keeper turned and looked in the direction of the person who just entered the building. "Oh well hi there. Welcome to our store,"
"I'm sorry," the pony said turning away from us. "I got lost looking for my friend. You she, she was practicing her flying and then before I knew it I lost her. I can't find her anywhere now. Did you see where she went?"
"What does she look like?" the shop keeper asked.
"Well she is light or pale blue, has pink colored eyes, she also has wings like mine on her back and once in a while you might catch her saying "Awwwe yeah," but that's about it,"
"Hmmm, haven't seen your friend around but if I-"
"Hold on a minute!" I said placing my foot down. "Is that the same pony that has a rainbow mane!"
"Oh why yes indeed," this pony said flying towards me. "Have you seen her than?"
"Oh yes, I saw her alright! She flew right past me ruining my precious mane!"
"Oh I am very sorry," she replied her head facing down. "I didn't mean for my friend to upset you…or…anything…" her voice said getting all low and shy.
"It's…alright I guess. I'll manage to get bye,"
I continued to look at her when she began to tear up a little. Was I really that harsh to her? I didn't mean to upset this pony. I should be nicer. After all, it wasn't her fault that her friend was cruel.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am miss Rarity, but you can call me miss or madam or Rarity,"
"I…am…Fluttershy," she said mumbling low.
"I'm sorry dear, I didn't catch that. What was your name again?"
"Fluttershy….."
"Repeat please?"
Suddenly she began to squeak in an awfully cute sound. On the inside I felt…happy. She was cute, incent and above all had an appeal that was…unique and perfect. I felt happy and warm on the inside. I slowly inched my way to her, hugging her tightly as if we were the best of friends.
"Now now dear, it's alright. I understand what being shy is like…well to some degree I understand. Why don't I repay you and take you out somewhere special? Does that sound like a good plan? I can always buy my fabric later,"
"You're buying fabric? What are you making?"
"Something for my sibling and her friends. If only I can figure out how to make it,"
"Well, I could suggest and help you out…if you want,"
"Really! That would be splendid!"
"Well than, why don't we get lunch and from there we can talk about it. Maybe I'll get lucky and run into my friend,"
"Well then, sounds like a plan. Shop Keeper, I'll come on by later. I am going to spend time with my new friend,"
From there, Fluttershy and I went out of the store onto what could be a new friendship. It was strange, I felt close to her when we never met before. As we walked on, we talked about different things and began to learn about each other. Inside, I felt happy and warm. Perhaps, I found my missing element, my inspiration.
We stopped for a quick bite to eat when a blast of something strong and powerful hit the area. I slowly turned only to see another unicorn like me….
To be continued…
