Swapped (the first sequel)

Rarity (IV) Ideas

       As soon as Rarity had arrived home, and gotten settled, she dashed to her inspiration section of her room. Homework could wait, for this was much more important. Whenever there's a formality to attend, dresses are just calling to be sewn.

Rarity could hardly wait to get started, but she knew that there was no need to rush. These dresses needed to strike the eye, and there was no way they were going to manage that with a rushed seamstress creating them.

The fabrics flooding the cornered section or Rarity's rather large room were something very comforting. They give Rarity a sense of security, that there was always room for inspiration, and always something to create. There's one thing that Rarity just adores, and that is to inspire. She takes such joy out of others who are influenced by her works. Even the simplest as a smile from her friends after receiving a simply knitted scarf or crocheted hat gave Rarity a reason to keep doing what she loves most.

It's true, this corner of Rarity's room is never "clean", however she likes to refer to it as "organized chaos". Rarity finds it rather charming actually. Although it seems a mess, especially to others, Rarity forbids anyone from fraternizing with it at all. If anyone so dared to even move one thing out of place, Rarity would lose it. An unfortunate example of this, Sweetie Belle. Oh, dear Sweetie. Rarity knows she doesn't truly mean any harm, however her persistence sometimes convinced her that she secretly does. It falters her to think of her younger sister this way, however can you really blame Rarity? Sweetie Belle gets a warning at least once a day not to touch any of Rarity's belonging so long as they belong to her personal inspiration corner. Most frequently, Sweetie ignores this warning, moving on to the next level. There has been so many occasions of her stealing ribbons, fabric tape, fabric paint, fabric glitter, and the worst of all, fabric alone. The last time Rarity ever allowed Sweetie Belle in her room whilst she was not around was her trip to Camp Everfree with her friends in the summer. Apparently, while she was away, Sweetie and her friends were filming a "music video". Rarity did not care to ask what for. Those three were always up to some type of mischief and she knew she had a bad feeling about leaving them alone. Even with Applejack's reassurance, Rarity knew she could never truly be sure she knew until she saw the aftermath for herself. And oh did she see the aftermath alright. When Fluttershy had dropped Rarity off that morning they arrived in Canterlot City, Rarity had walked into a complete monstrosity. Sweetie Belle had organized her entire inspiration corner. The entire section. All of her one-of -a -kind fabrics and ribbons, shut away in some drawer Rarity had to scavenge through for hours. All her mannequins and machines lined up an an orderly line. Her threads were lined up out of their organized mess in a row on her table, which now had a clean surface. It was terrible! Absolutely awful!

Now, it's not that Rarity did not appreciate Sweetie Belle's consideration for her workspace, however, it's the fact that Rarity had explained to her multiple times not to touch her things. Not only that, but she figures Sweetie understood how much Rarity's way of creating worked by then. Sweetie Belle for sure knew that Rarity's workspace was meant to be left the way it was, because as she has repeated since Sweetie Belle was only five years old, "this is my mess, not your's, and not anyone else's." Sweetie Belle never seemed to comprehend that.

Rarity loves her workspace. Looking at it, there were so many colors, so many options to choose from. She squealed and clapped her hands together.

"Perhaps I should..." Rarity contemplated, eyeing a scaffolding of mismatched ribbon.

She wasn't particularly sure how to start. If she was going to make seven dresses for both her friends and herself, she needed to put some punctual thought into what materials she was using. She wanted the Fall Formal to be special for her friends, and if she could help with that by making these dresses perfect, she was no doubt going to make it happen. She considered the fabric scattered across the floor underneath her. Several colors filled floor in the fabrics and ribbons, surrounding her feet. Rarity loved the sensation of picking out fabric colors.