Just Strangers Anymore [Amelia]
Dec 21, 2017 23:29:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 23:29:19 GMT -5
It had been such a long morning. Truthfully, it was just slow going and took her a while to get into the swing of things for once, but there she was, open shop, sitting at a desk up front with the register, half a coffee next to her, her legs kicked up on the bars under her stool, as she was focused on a half carved piece of old wood in her hands. Liluuna found it a good way to up stock, but also pass time, so she stuck out her tongue as if it would help her do better, and squinted at the piece. She'd already nicked herself a few times, her hands shaking maybe from too much coffee and not enough food, but the bandaids that adorned her fingers just gave her a more aesthetic look, she mused.
With a sigh, she paused, rotating the piece and blowing away a little bit of wood shavings. A little detailed fish, or well, half of one, she was getting there. It looked kind of cute, though was nothing compared to her bears, really. Either way, it was what it was.
This was of course, only part of what she made. In a little show there were always little sweets to sell, those she'd learned from Norse tradesmen in her home country. There were the carvings, yes, all lined on shelves, along with jewelry- both metal and bead work, and some were carved to boot. There was work with wood, bone, metal, clay, every type of material that she could manage. Then there were the paintings, the prints of photographs, sketches and drawings, some hung to show and others plastic wrapped and in a basket to look through. She offered custom work that way, so a binder offered a better look at her work. There was also a small basket and rack of clothes, or fabrics in general. It was all just a mash of everything she knew to do, a Northern artist's paradise of her mother's design. It was her own type of home.
The best thing though, was never what the store had to sell and that she made. It was instead that sometimes, like today, she brought her dog with her to work. It was the best way to care for Nanook, and she loved him dearly, so there he was, sleeping just next to the counter as well, tail flicking below her feet.
However there was another sigh and she flipped the knife closed, setting it down as well as the carving before she reached for her- now cold- coffee. Taking a drink, her nose wrinkled. "Mmmnnn, ugh," there was a quiet noise of disgust. "Gross. Okay, nope." and she quickly just downed it, wanting the caffeine but not the taste. "Such a slow day...maybe I should have considered a better shop idea sometimes...." she rest her head against her hands, her elbow on the counter, and she reached for the covered plate of sweets that- while product- she'd instead been nibbling on for the last few hours. "Whatever..."
All good for you girl to come shopping and meet my lady, lemme know if I should tweak anything for their meeting yo @ameliaj
With a sigh, she paused, rotating the piece and blowing away a little bit of wood shavings. A little detailed fish, or well, half of one, she was getting there. It looked kind of cute, though was nothing compared to her bears, really. Either way, it was what it was.
This was of course, only part of what she made. In a little show there were always little sweets to sell, those she'd learned from Norse tradesmen in her home country. There were the carvings, yes, all lined on shelves, along with jewelry- both metal and bead work, and some were carved to boot. There was work with wood, bone, metal, clay, every type of material that she could manage. Then there were the paintings, the prints of photographs, sketches and drawings, some hung to show and others plastic wrapped and in a basket to look through. She offered custom work that way, so a binder offered a better look at her work. There was also a small basket and rack of clothes, or fabrics in general. It was all just a mash of everything she knew to do, a Northern artist's paradise of her mother's design. It was her own type of home.
The best thing though, was never what the store had to sell and that she made. It was instead that sometimes, like today, she brought her dog with her to work. It was the best way to care for Nanook, and she loved him dearly, so there he was, sleeping just next to the counter as well, tail flicking below her feet.
However there was another sigh and she flipped the knife closed, setting it down as well as the carving before she reached for her- now cold- coffee. Taking a drink, her nose wrinkled. "Mmmnnn, ugh," there was a quiet noise of disgust. "Gross. Okay, nope." and she quickly just downed it, wanting the caffeine but not the taste. "Such a slow day...maybe I should have considered a better shop idea sometimes...." she rest her head against her hands, her elbow on the counter, and she reached for the covered plate of sweets that- while product- she'd instead been nibbling on for the last few hours. "Whatever..."
All good for you girl to come shopping and meet my lady, lemme know if I should tweak anything for their meeting yo @ameliaj