Prompt #1
Susanna placed a pin to connect the white silk fabric and the pattern. Is this too extreme of a costume for Halloween? she thought to herself. She was eighteen, after all, it's not like a lot of people her age still dressed up, let alone make her own costume.
Sewing had been a favorite activity of Susanna since she learned it. When she moved to France when she was young she came to enjoy the fashion that went along with the culture. She took a sewing class to learn how she could create such masterpieces by herself. Now, she was doing just that, but it was not for a prom dress or a friend's wedding, but for Halloween, of all things.
Once the fabric was pinned to the pattern, Susanna could cut around the edges to remove the excess. It was a shame, really, to cut off unusable strips of such a fine silk, but wasn't it a shame, too, that she was even making the dress? When would she wear it? Once, this year's Halloween? There's no way that she'd wear it on next Halloween; Halloween should be different every time. But it would be such a pretty dress...
The sewing was, of course, the easy part. She used an antique sewing machine she'd purchased from a local store. Surprisingly, it worked well enough to still be used, after over a hundred years of wear. Susanna loved listening to the soft sound, the almost undetectable sound, of the needle piercing the fabric. The stitches were so perfect and clean, Susanna was thankful nothing went wrong.
Next, however, she would be sewing by hand. The sewing machine was for the necessary things, the things that hold the dress together. But Susanna herself would add threads for decoration, to create a design. She pricked her finger countless times sewing by hand, forgetting how careless she always was. One time, she even drew blood, which she made careful not to get on the white fabric. Halloween isn't for real blood, only the stuff actors use in movies, maybe Hershey's chocolate syrup or something of the sort.
Susanna dreaded having to take breaks from creating the dress. Throughout the process, she took many; the dress took a week to complete! But it was always on her mind, finishing the dress. The more the design came together the more she loved it.
And finally it was finished, just two days before Halloween night. Susanna sighed and smiled as she held up the finished dress. It was beautiful, really; it had puffy white shoulders and thin sleeves, a long, flowing tail with sparkles shining every time the dress moved an inch. A baby blue ribbon would be tied around the waist when worn. Susanna grinned. She'd be the prettiest ghost out there! Now she just needed make up, which was less of a specialty of hers than it was an obstacle...
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Susanna belongs to me!
