CHAPTER TWO
Creative
𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫...
Delilah and her grandmother were sewing clothes at home. Her mother was at the market buying groceries. Delilah wore a timble on her middle finger. She wore a ring with a pincushion on her other ring finger. Tarrant had bought it for her on her 15th birthday.
"Look at this, grandmother!" Delilah holds up a children-sized dress. She was 17 now but a big dress caused her too much stress. But she was learning.
The dress was a neutral beige color with colorful patches of fabric. All kinds of bows and ribbons were attached to it. Delilah had the perfect technique to make dresses. She let her imagination guide her to a beautiful dress. That's what Tarrant had told her. "Just put your imagination into it." So, she did. And this was the first time she had dared to do it.
"It's wonderful, dear." Her grandmother smiled. "I'm almost done with your dress. Just a few more things and I'm all done." Her grandmother concurred. She was making a bigger dress because Delilah was still wearing an old dress.
It had a white layer with long sleeves. Another white layer that added the skirt and short puff sleeves. A brown and dark-pink layer on the skirt with belt details and a double belt on the waist. Her grandmother was finishing the dress by sewing on the brown and yellow ribbon on the collar.
Her mother came back from the market with her hands full of groceries. Delilah put her stuff away quickly and helped her carry the groceries inside. "Look what I made, mother." Delilah hesitantly said holding up her dress.
"Oh, Delilah, you don't need that much color. You should organize your work, sweetie." Her mother dictated. "But, I am organized, mother. I'm just more creative." Delilah pondered.
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Delilah and her mother were cooking dinner. Her grandma was taking a nap because she wasn't doing well. Delilah quickly went to her room to finish the dress. In her room were patches of fabric everywhere. She'd be lucky if she didn't step on a pin or a needle.
She was finally finished and she went to show it to her grandmother. Her grandmother was laying in bed and she didn't look well. "Are you all right, grandmother?" Delilah asked. "I'm fine, sweetheart." She answered weakly. "I finished my dress." Delilah announced. Her grandmother smiled brightly when she saw the children-sized dress.
"Your sewing style is unique, dear Delilah. Don't let anyone tell you what to make or what not to make."
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FanfictionDelilah Roseshaper, was a tailor just like her mother and grandma. She lived with them in Witzend. The rest of her family had died or had left. Her friends would call her Deli, Lily or Lila. One of her best friends was Tarrant Hightopp, son of Zanik...
