something's not quite right • late afternoon/early evening, 14 april
time & again • ⚠ symptoms of mania, others tbd
incomplete
Alison couldn't remember how long she'd been at the shop. Over the course of the weekend, she'd spent more time in the shop trying to rearrange things and catch up on orders. She had even decided to start painting and redecorating- the dressing rooms were now a vibrant white, freshened up from the yellowed almost cream color that they had been. Every light bulb had been replaced, and the floors scrubbed until they were sparkling. Would it last? She had no idea, but the work calmed something in her, made her proud of her shop.
Not that she hadn't been proud of it before, but she'd had it for half a year now and hadn't made any major changes inside the shop. She hadn't intended to do this much all at once, and certainly not alone, but once she'd started, she couldn't seem to stop. Her mind just kept jumping from task to task, and as it was Sunday it had been somewhat slow, so she didn't have much staff here to work around. Everyone else was gone now as far as she could tell and she hadn't locked the doors, though the sign was flipped and lights were all still on. She could be seen standing before the window display, trying to decide what to change.
She never did get her own line of upcycled items off the ground. Display half done, Alison returned to her work counter near the register, rummaging around in one of her extra work bins underneath, finding one with several unfinished sweaters she'd created. She pulled them out, relieved that all that most of them needed were finishing hems in varying spots, or pockets added. That was simple enough, she supposed, and she set them on the counter as the kettle whistled again.
Tea made, she wrapped both hands around her mug- her fingertips were sore, body aching and she was yawning even as her mind raced. Alison took a long, slow sip before setting her mug down and picking up her sewing box to find a needle and thread. She would use a sewing machine for most items, but there was something so satisfying and sturdy about hand sewing certain sections. She hummed softly to herself, unsure how long it was before she finished the pile of sweaters before her, then brought them back to the window display to start hanging them up to showcase all their colors along with several spring dresses that had arrived.