Chapter 6
Hey! This is finally a chapter from Blair's point of veiw. The reason why I'm just churning out so many chapters is because I have writer's block on my Harry Potter series. UGH!!! Anyway, enjoy, and stick around for the fashion column after the author's note. Thanks for reading!
Only when I stop
To think about it
Shopping must be therapeutic. Row after row of clothes, just beckoning you to slip them off their wooden hangers and try them on, embarrassed for you when you request for a bigger size, comforting your body when you're tired of itchy work clothes, dishing out advice when the hostess's waiter is dishing you a second helping of the double butter cream casserole, telling you no!
Blair sighed in contentment. Sure, Henri Bendels were for professional working women, Barney's for moms who boasted about baking muffins for the bake sale, but really just brought in muffins from the local desserterie. Saks Fifth Avenue was for the wide eyed, blonde girls on the lacrosse team, head cheerleader, a girl like Serena. But Bergdorf Goodman was Blair's taste. European, sophisticated, refined, and that reflected Blair in more ways than one.
Heading to the 7th floor, she peered briefly into the room of Best & Co, where the baby clothes were kept. She wondered if Serena knew if it was a girl or a boy. Huh. Maybe she'll get both colored boots. She proceeded to go into the bridal showroom. There were so many different types of gowns. Crème, ivory, magnolia, old lace. There were strapless gowns, winter gowns, early spring gowns, tiaras, hair style suggestions, and countless other services. Reserved for the bride. Blair wondered with envy and with a slight sadness when she was able to walk into this room with purpose, not browsing around.
No more thinking. Just zipping and buttoning. Right. Taking the elevator down to the fifth floor, she went to wear the dresses were. She browsed through until she found a Rebecca Taylor. It was the right one: a navy blue mini tunic dress, with a cream and brown color block around the collar. The ruffled hem reached right above the knees, and the short dolman sleeves were absolutely adorable in a mature way.
"Is that the one?" The short, mousy salesgirl said timidly behind her.
Blair turned around, almost stepping on the girl's simple yellow flats with her Marc Jacobs slingbacks. "Yes. It is."
She traipsed over to the dressing rooms, and eagerly switched into the new dress. It fit perfectly on her, loose in a casual way, but held at the right places. She smiled, happy. She quickly slipped out of it, and hurried to pay for it. She was really content for the first time in a long time. Not happy as in when a scheme went accordingly, or Chuck fell for her double crossing. Just, well, happy. Happy as in when Mr. Waldorf would come to visit her, and even put a slight smile on Mrs. Rose's face, or when every Christmas, she would go to FAO Schwartzman to pick out the biggest edible candy canes, and even grudgingly picked out a slightly smaller one for Roman.
She paused for a moment. She never had bought one for Chuck. Why was that? She even gave one to her doorman's niece-which she never met, by the way-so why didn't she ever send one to her friend of so many years? After all, he had schemed with her, offered advice on how to handle Nate when he got all philosophical and said the world was going to end anyway, so why not blow your money all at once? He had critiqued how she dressed whenever a big event would come up, even helped her cheat on her French test once-the strange thing was, Blair was the one always going to the vineyards in Grasse, but could never get the hang of their language. Chuck only went once, but could speak it fairly fluently. After all, he did sleep with a lot of French girls. Of course, he said they taught him French phrases…with their tongues.
She watched dumbly as the saleswoman wrapped up the dress in wrapping paper, and then slid it carefully into its own box. The dizzying patterns the salesgirl's top where clearly bought with the employee's discount. It was clearly last season.
Wow, even when Blair was in a daze, she still managed to be judgmental.
Finally, she pulled it upright, and handed it over to her. Shaken out of her thoughts, Blair took it, generous enough to give the shy girl a smile. All the while, she saw Chuck's face. Blair could not stop thinking about him.
Well, time for shoes.
A/N~ So, I hope you liked it. Please reveiw. Now. Stop reading if you have to, click the green button!!!
Fashion
I have always tried to incorparate fashion into my stories, as it is so important in the series. Unfortunately, the links don't work, so if you want to know what clothes I have chosen, follow my lead!
Blair's shoes: Go to bergdorfgoodmandotcom, search up slingbacks Marc, and click on the shoe.
Blair's dream dress: Go to the same website, and search up Mini Tunic Dress. Click on it, obviously. lolzzz.