Rarity was a unicorn (rareity) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-05-06 06:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma swan, rarity |
Who: Rarity (Rachel Flynn) and Emma Swan
When: Mid April sometime
Where: Shoegasm
What: What else? Buying Shoes
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted
Rachel had finished designing her fall line of shoes. The samples of the summer line had come in for her approval from the manufacturer, and she’d gone through, made a few changes, and was in the process of giving her approval and the go-ahead to have a whole set made. Exciting!
Then there were the bridal lines she was working on, both men’s and women’s. This was on top of all of her fashion design. Rachel Flynn was a busy girl!
Today Rachel was taking a bit of a break and wandering the shop, helping customers. It’d been a long week, her husband in someone else’s body--a vampire?--and she was excited to finally wind down a bit by sharing her passion for shoes with others.
Moving as she did, Emma didn’t have a lot of material possessions. She wasn’t the sort for hoarding things, ruthless when it came to throwing things out and not much for being overly sentimental about everything, it meant she hadn’t always been packing up a million things to move.
But she’d come to the decision to actually stop moving, and the OC was where she was staying, good or bad, she wasn’t going. Which meant she’d unpacked everything and got her apartment looking fairly reasonable and now… well…
She didn’t really have much. So, rather than head home and do nothing for the remainder of the day, having finished work at the ranch, Emma showered, dressed and headed back out to shop. Full on, girl shopping. For stuff. Like shoes! And really, with a place called ‘Shoegasm’ it was difficult to walk past. And there she was, browsing all the selections and wondering just when she’d get a chance to wear a pair of violet stiletto strappy shoes.
"Hi, there," Rachel said, breaking into a ridiculous grin at the choice of shoe in the blond woman's hand. Violet was as close to purple as most people got, and Rachel Flynn loved purple. Purple, white, and baby blue were pretty much staples in all that she wore. She was debating putting some purple into her hair--but she was so finicky about her hair she hadn't yet. "Those are absolutely fantastic shoes," she added quickly. "Are you finding everything all right?"
They were pretty awesome, but seriously where would she ever wear them. “Um, yeah they’re great, but… Just browsing.” She slowly and rather carefully popped the shoe back onto the shelf with a smile. “Um… I’m actually more of a boot kind of girl. Or um, flats, for work.”
She worked on a ranch now, sensible shoes for that. Of course a few shoes for girls’ nights (could she anticipate girls nights if she was somewhat limited in friends?) wouldn’t go amiss either. Possibly not strappy violet ones but… “Maybe something a little less bright?”
Maybe if she went clubbing or something. Rachel didn't do that sort of thing anymore. Not now that she was... mature? Legal? Married? Whatever. All those things. "Hey, we've got those. You want me to show you some?" She added. They had some pretty amazing boots, too. Both functional and stylish ones of all shapes and sizes.
"I can definitely do that. Do you mind me saying you look like a black shoe kind of girl?" Rach asked, then motioned for the woman to follow her. "I've got some sexy strappies over here." She motioned toward a shelf with some awesome black flats in different styles.
Emma didn’t mind at all, she was a black shoes sort of girl; she occasionally went out in a pair of glittered heels, but they were usually black with glitter. Black shoes just made more sense, they went with just about everything, right? Smart.
“Could you, please?” For all that she enjoyed clothes shopping without interruption and being left alone, the same could not be said about shoe shopping, and Emma was not fabulous at doing that herself. “Do you have any riding boots? Or know where I can get some?”
It’d be handy to have a pair, if she got right back into riding again. And the pressure was kind of gone about working out the shoe thing on her own with some help.
Rachel nodded. "Of course!" She gave a little wave of her hand for the other woman to follow her. "Oh, I'm not sure how many styles we keep in stock in the store? But I know we can order some for you," Rachel said.
They moved to the section of the store that had some boots lined up on the shelves on the wall. There were hiking boots and steel toed boots, military-esque ones and Doc-Martin-style boots, too. "I think these are the only ones we have in stock," Rachel picked up a riding boot from the shelf next to a cowboy boot. "But I've got a couple other styles in catalogs. We don't get a whole lot of call for riding boots in here."
The store was probably a whole lot more about those cute strappy things, sparkly shoes for going out to parties, things that might murder your feet but you’d look cute A-F in them. Emma used to be like that; partying in Miami with shoes that made her toes bleed but looked hot. Now, well, she already saw a pretty cute pair of flats they’d passed that she’d be trying on before she left.
“Oh, these are cool,” they were simple and plain and really that was all she needed, she wasn’t about to go become some champion equestrian or anything, but something that was fitting for riding would be nice. “Do these come in other colours too?” Because, efficient like she was, Emma would buy two.
"I think they come in camel, charcoal and black. I could be wrong, they might have a darker brown color, too. You want to try them on? I can always order you pairs in whatever color you like, after we figure out which size works best for you." Rachel said, hoping to come off as helpful and not pushy. Sometimes she could be a little pushy.
“Definitely,” she could try them, see how they felt, and if they were a good fit and felt okay, she could get a few. That way she wasn’t wasting one pair by wearing them constantly. Plopping herself down on a seat, “Do you have a size 9? Or a 9 and a half?” Emma wasn’t entirely consistent with her shoe sizes, either because they varied in width or because she tended to wear bulky socks with her boots, but she could go from a 8 to a 9 and a half in shoes.
“I have both. Wait right here.” Rachel gave a bright grin, then turned to head into the store room in the back. She returned with three boxes, stacked up so she could barely see where she was going. She found the blond woman again in the store, and set the boxes down on a nearby table. “We have nine, nine wide, and nine and a half. So I brought all three. They’re in that tan color.”
The tan was fine, tan could go with anything at all, and really if Emma didn’t like the tan on, she’d just order the charcoal. She was resolutely glad that she’d opted for skinny jeans to go out, because the hassle of shoving a pants leg up to her knee would’ve made her the worst shopper ever. But getting the new boots on, and didn’t she just love the feel of new shoes, and starting to lace them up, Emma gave the nine a try out before frowning.
“Maybe the wide.” They pinched just a bit at the side, but seemed okay from her heel to her toes, and really this was why Emma only shopped once in a while. It wasn’t that she got bored, but it was fairly tedious, on with one shoe, off with it, on with another one, off with it. She got fairly frustrated fairly quickly.
This was actually the part that Rachel liked best about working in Shoegasm. Okay, not the feet so much, but seeing the shoes actually on people. The brainstorming the kinds of outfits that women could wear with the slinky straps, or imagining the fun activities that people would get into while being stylish and functional.
Rachel watched Emma try on the boot, then helped switch over to the wide. Though she was more than willing to accept the shoes and hand over new ones, Rach definitely kept her hands to herself. She didn’t want to invade a customer’s personal space. "If I recall correctly, these run a little narrow to begin with." She put the nines back in their box, then pulled out the nine wides for the blond to try.
Wide fit was probably better really, because while she could get away with narrow ones, Emma did tend to go for something she could walk around in a lot. She had moderately wide feet anyway. Taking the boot handed to her while swapping it over, Emma repeated the process, feeling a little better about the wider fit in the nine than the smaller size. “This feels pretty good.” Riding boots were fairly standard, nothing too over the top, nothing fancy, just comfortable and reasonable and good for the horses. Practical really.
Emma liked sensible shoes, she worked on her feet a lot, so it made sense to be smart about her footwear. Standing up to see how it felt with pressure on it, Emma stepped forward and back on her foot with a nod. “Yeah, this one’s good.”
“Good!” Rachel was very pleased that she could help the blond find a good pair of shoes. “Let me know if you want them in another color? I can always special order.” She stood and collected the other boxes and other pairs. “Are you looking for anything else today?”
“Can I get them in charcoal too?” Might as well take two pairs, match some other things. And it would mean that Emma didn’t need to go shoe shopping just as quick. “Um, dressy shoes? But not super high heels, or anything too sparkly. Maybe some flats as well?”
Branching out, sure. She could mix up the footwear a little since she had work boots for actual work, but this sight-seeing thing she was doing the rest of the time might require some other kinds of footwear.
“I think so!” Rachel was already half-way across the store. She dug around under the counter for a moment and came back with a book--the wholesale catalog where they could find these boots. “I think we can give you a discount, too, on the second or third pair. Let me see.” She flipped the magazine open and found the page with the right boots on it. “Tan, charcoal, black, white? Apparently. And dark brown.” She said, and turned the magazine around so that Emma could see. There were no prices listed, just pictures of the boots on feet.
Okay, catalogue shopping was totally something Emma was good at, and while the boots were awesome, she did not need a white pair. “How about tan, charcoal and dark brown then? Why not get three?” Emma was a firm believer in having stuff you liked, and if you liked them, why not get several colours of the same thing? She had a dozen henley shirts in her wardrobe in the same style just in different colours. It was a tried and tested method.
“You don’t mind becoming my personal shoe specialist, right?” It was almost a joke, half a joke really, but Emma was more likely to come back to the place if someone made the whole process this painless every time.
This was easy.