because it's really changed how i feel
Dec. 23rd, 2012 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unburdenMost of the time, Rukia doesn't have too much trouble avoiding the boutiques in town. They're carefully nestled down the street, brightly colored and tucked away between the larger buildings, the franchises, all with various, nondescript names that Rukia can't ever manage to remember once she's passed them by. It's probably for the best — Rukia has a greater attachment to the cute things in life than she ever wants to admit, and boutiques happen to be expensive places to shop, making up for the lower volume of customers that they get day by day.
But in the mall, and during holiday season, it gets that much harder. There are boutiques that have gone to great lengths to pick up on the holiday season.
Such as pushing their sales racks outside of the store.
It's what draws Rukia to a store mostly decorated in pinks and pastels, sheepishly rifling through the racks and picking out the occasional dress to hold up against her person. While it's sometimes hard to find clothes in her size, the children's section works well at this store, and the style matches as well. Feminine, frilled, but never ostentatious.
"What would I even do with so many dresses?" Rukia murmurs to herself, holding the waist against herself and twirling a little in the middle of the hall.
But in the mall, and during holiday season, it gets that much harder. There are boutiques that have gone to great lengths to pick up on the holiday season.
Such as pushing their sales racks outside of the store.
It's what draws Rukia to a store mostly decorated in pinks and pastels, sheepishly rifling through the racks and picking out the occasional dress to hold up against her person. While it's sometimes hard to find clothes in her size, the children's section works well at this store, and the style matches as well. Feminine, frilled, but never ostentatious.
"What would I even do with so many dresses?" Rukia murmurs to herself, holding the waist against herself and twirling a little in the middle of the hall.