| Two Thousand dollars... |
[Oct. 9th, 2004|05:53 am] |
That amount of money wouldn't be enough to change my life, or even make it less stressful!
So, I would do something to remedy both of those. I would hire someone to put together one of my dress designs. (Yes, I can draw, but am so very helpless at sewing/tactile spells/etc.) It would be fun (thus eliminating the stress) and it would also be useful, because some world class design house would see and hire me to design full time. (Really, how could they not?)
I thought about which dress I'd like to see done as well, but I can't make up my mind at this time. Probably because this is still all a 'what if...?' situation. If it were real, and I had to pick by tomorrow, it'd be terribly easy. Mostly because I thrive under pressure. Which is the mark of a creative genius, I'm told. |
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| Disappointment -150 words |
[Sep. 4th, 2004|05:31 am] |
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Disappointment? Are you kidding me? Moi?
I dish out more disappointment to others then I receive. Call it a curse. Sometimes, I just have to break the poor fool's hearts. But usually, it's their own fault for trying to hit on someone that is so far out of their league.
On the very rare occasion that I am, in fact, disappointed. I simply try to make the best of it. Like for example, my Aunt Edna gave me this dreadfully horrid orange dress one year for my birthday, I acted like the gracious hostess I was and thanked her properly and promptly shoved it in my closet. But it did come in handy as I went to the Halloween Ball as a pumpkin (a very stylish pumpkin, mind you, but a pumpkin nonetheless).
After all, as I always tend to say, when life hands you lemons, make lemon iced tea. |
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| Follower? As if! - 167 words |
[Aug. 28th, 2004|05:13 am] |
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| | mischievous | ] |
I'm a leader, darling! I really don't see how I could be anything else. I don't copy anyone else, and I couldn't bring myself to. I suppose it's necessary to follow on occasion, but I really prefer not to.
For those of you who weren't aware, I am a trendsetter. I lead the Hogwarts population in the latest trends and styles. Being a follower in this instance would not be a viable option. In order to do such, you have to be bold, and you have to be daring, which is after all, what we Gryffindors are known for. While it is exhausting work, I do enjoy it quite thoroughly. Its very amusing to see the outfit you wore Monday all over the school with slight variations by Wednesday.
I have been known to follow my fellow Gryffindors on occasion. (One in particular.) But when I do such, I'm rather glad to. Because he knows far more then I do about such matters, and it just works. |
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| Money, fame or happiness, you can only have one... what would you rather have and why? |
[Jul. 31st, 2004|06:39 pm] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
Fame. Obviously. Like that's even a hard choice. Because if you have fame, the other two follow.
There is nothing I wouldn't give to be famous in the fashion world. That's always been my dream. Honestly, anything you'd do to get to that point would make you lots of money, and achieving my goals would make me very happy.
I'm not even particular about the job. I would take anything from model to publicist, designer to critic.
Mother has been trying to get me started, but she's been in the business so long I think she's forgotten how to start off. But it's all the same to me. |
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| Dream Job -217 words |
[Jul. 12th, 2004|07:06 pm] |
"Could Binns BE any more boring?" Parvati hissed to Lavender.
"I'm sure he could if he tried." she droned back.
"Probably, well, I have a charms essay to catch up on, so don't mind me for a bit."
Lav shifted from resting her head on her right fist (the one closest to Vati) to leaning on her left. She heaved a big sigh and let her mind wander while Binns droned on about some war in the late Fourteenth century.
She soon found herself in a decked out office and her in the center of it at a desk that surrounded her. When she stood, she had on purple business-suit type robes, which looked very good on her. "Miss Brown, will you be attending the Fall Fashion Show in London this year?"
Lavender looked up and sighed. "I suppose I will have to, since it's my home show, won't I?"
That's when she looked up and noticed the gold nameplate on the door. "Lavender Brown: Fashion Columnist."
A grin crossed her face as her secretary came up to her. "Lav... Lav... Lav!"
She blinked a few times and noticed Vati poking her from the seat next to her.
"What?"
"Class is over, we're going to be late for Divinations."
"Oh... right... Well then, we'd better get going." |
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| Commitment - 158 words |
[Jun. 28th, 2004|07:33 pm] |
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| | thoughtful | ] |
Commitment. The most beautiful word in the world to a woman, and the most loathsome to a man. Don't you sit there groaning at me, I know what I'm talking about.
I thought I knew what commitment was. I wanted to believe I had. But I suppose I haven't. (But I don't want to lament over that again, because Vati will tell you that she's heard enough of my sob story.)
I suppose the only real commitment is not any sort of teenage romance, but a wedding. Yes, I believe that's it. I've been planning my wedding since... probably since first year. I'll admit, my style for dress changes with each fashion season. But I think I've pretty much set in stone the shade I want my bridesmaid dresses to be (Dioxizine, if you happen to be curious.) But I suppose I'll just have a lot of fun with all the Mister Wrongs until Mister Right shows up. |
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| it's the new holiday FAD! - 150 words |
[Jun. 2nd, 2004|02:46 pm] |
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| | thoughtful | ] |
If I was going to create a special day, I'd create Fashion Appreciation Day. (FAD for short.) Isn't that nice? It's not a trend, it's a FAD.
I've really thought long and hard about it. It could be celebrated by all the major fashion houses working together on some big collection. Showing unity for just that day for the beauty of the craft. The next day they could go back to being mortal enemies and whatnot, but just... celebrating making people look good.
Because an outfit should make a girl look good, and also make a boy look good (at the girl of course.)
See, it's creations like this that happen when a creative mind (such as Vati's or mine) is forced into Magical History classes three times a week. There it's either write down plans for such or doze off into a mind-numbing, lecture-induced coma. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 18th, 2004|07:06 pm] |
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| |  okay | ] |
Good would be a private chateau by the lake, with possibly a best friend or two with you. Being by the window with a good book and pausing a moment to take a look at the view. The warm fuzzy feeling you get when you love and are loved in return. Good is all the emotions and feelings that contradict the hatred, anger and spite we feel.
Evil would be being stuck inside writing a ten-foot scroll on all the uses of goat's blood or something while the sun is shining in the spring. Or writing said scroll in disappearing ink.
But mostly, good would be a long pink flowy skirt, and a cute top that goes with it and a lovely pink sun hat, and the way it makes you feel when you're in it.
Evil was that horrid orange and green number I saw one of the Ravenclaw third years in the other day. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 1st, 2004|08:35 am] |
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| | contemplative | ] |
The story of my life would most definitely be classified as a drama with some funny bits thrown in. People tell me I take myself far too seriously, but honestly, one needs to, doesn't one? Especially us high-maintenance types, but not everyone knows about that, do they? It's a pity too, all that red hair going to waste!
I'm not certain that anything about my life would be all that extraordinary enough for anyone to take notice. I'm living in a sort of war time, would that count? It's just as well I think. You're better off with your privacy, or at least I am. Being popular is one thing, but being internationally renowned is completely different!
There are a few in my mind that I'd like to tell my story, should it come to that. And NO, Rita Skeeter is NOT on my list. Those horrid glasses of hers should be ripped off her face and broken!
Lavender Brown
A Harry Potter Muse
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