Oneshots and Rewords
[Oneshot] Fabric
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[slice-of-life]
Starring: Rarity, Sweetie Belle
was a speedfic I write during the Speedfic Writing / Reading panel at Trotcon 2014. Although I didn’t get a single vote on this story, I’m glad I was actually able to finish a fic, or come close enough to, that I’m actually proud of.
The theme was “Sweetie Belle vs Fabric” and I wrote this in a little over an hour.
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“They say a well-made suit can make or break a stallion, but the foundation of any good piece of clothing is what really matters.” Rarity said in her best impression of a teacher. “And that, Sweetie Belle, is fabric!”
The two unicorns were inside the workroom of Carousel Boutique; the biggest room in the entire boutique, not counting the living quarters, and the room that Rarity spent the bulk of her time in when not dealing with some other affair that was occupying her time.
She brainstormed and designed some of her finest arrays in this room, pitched entire clothing lines to other prominent designers and fashion scouts in this room, and she even discovered her life’s love of fashion and design in this room; which eventually led to her to the discovery of her cutie mark.
Although, when she had first aspired to become a great fashion designer, this room was nothing more than a simple show-room for old antiques and trinkets, as the building wasn’t always a boutique.
Before her acquisition of the land title deed, some time long before her sister had even been born, Carousel Boutique used to be a dusty old antique shop that her mother dragged her too one morning when she refused to go outside. Always the particular and fussy mare, even as a filly, Rarity was appalled by the throngs of unwashed masses the antique shop owners allowed to enter their shop. However, while trying to avoid a particularly portly stallion with an under-bit jaw, Rarity came upon an old-fashioned sewing machine being operated by the shop-owner’s wife.
it wasn’t the mechanics of the hoof-operated machine that captivated her, it wasn’t even the act of sewing itself. It was the fabric. The fabric, and how the mare was so seamlessly and delicately able to arrange different pieces into the skirt of a wedding dress; making the most beautiful layers she, to this day, had ever seen.
Rarity had always know the clothes ponies wear were hoof-made, but as a young fily, she had never witnessed them being made. And It was watching this mare when Rarity realized she too wanted to create clothing. Not just any clothing, she shuddered at the thought of the back-washed masses of Ponyville wearing something she made, but glamorous clothing. Clothing like the wedding dress the shop owner’s wife was making that morning so many years ago. Clothing with elegance and beauty that, to this day, she was still unable to re-create to be like the dress she watched being made.
But Rarity was not a foal anymore. She knew she was getting older and that she wouldn’t always be able to make dresses and elegant clothing. Even if she was unable to accomplish her goals, she wanted her sister, Sweetie Belle, to be at least be able to find her own passions and make her own goals; and if worse comes to worse she at least wanted Sweetie Belle to have a trade to fall back on if she was unfortunate enough to never discover her talents.
As such, Rarity was teaching Sweetie Belle everything she knew about dress-making.
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Due to time constraints I am unable to finish this story. Basically, Rarity gives Sweetie Belle a giant book of different fabrics listed in alphabetical order and tells her to read it. Sweetie Bell looks exasperated, pushed the book away, and says “Dumb Fabric”.
It would’ve been funny if I could finish it >:(