It was so nice to get away for a while. Amy was incredibly grateful for the chance to get into town. Here there was less of a layer of dirt on things. The places they’d visited were well kept shops with inviting displays and friendly owners. It was a far cry from the carnival grounds. There even Amy’s housecar was a little dirty. She hoped she didn’t look like a sore thumb as she browsed through dresses with Peter.
This was no shopping mall, but Amy still looked interested as she browsed through the goods. She made sure her hands weren’t filthy before reaching out to feel the fabric of certain dresses. Like Peter, she had no clue what was in fashion at this point in history. Her taste for clothes back home might have slightly tainted her opinion of what was pretty and in fashion in the 30’s.
Amy tilted her head, looking over the dress Peter had pointed out. It was pretty in a vintage sort of way. Amy had never felt that she dressed immodestly back home until she’d arrived at the carnival where, even though it was hot out, the women wore stockings all of the time and were pretty well covered up. She found herself wondering what Carl had thought of her tank top when she’d first met him. She reached out, straightening the dress with her hands to get a better look at it.
“She’ll have to move around a lot in it, right? Not ‘a lot’ as in running a marathon, but moving around for the show?” She gave it another once over with the job it’d be used for in mind. “It’s pretty. The color would be nice with her hair. The sleeves are a little off, though. Or is that just me?”
Amy let go of the dress even though she was still examining it with her eyes. She wasn’t the top authority on what was appropriate for a magic show, but she liked to think that she was sensible enough to make a good decision.