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palkhifashions · 1 year

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INDIAN ETHNIC WEAR STYLE TIPS FOR DESI MEN

Ethnic fashion fever for men is a piece of cake if you know how to style yourself properly. If you follow the basic styling rules, you only need to pick up the latest fashion. However, the challenge starts when you have to match the trend with these rules and also keep your individual taste. Below are several styling tips that will help you buy Indian ethnic wear effortlessly.

1. PUT A FOOT FORWARD WITH PRINTED MOTIFS.

If you have always wanted to define your individual style quotient, then motifs are the effortless way to do it. The Indian traditional Wear for Men USA craft is very popular and considered an essential tool in a fashion designer's toolbox. Compare yourself wearing a plain Nehru jacket and a jacket with a printed motif to see the distinct difference. Just play with the result by purchasing heavy woven work for a dashing look or fewer motifs for a classic but sober look.

2. TRUST CHIKAN FOR A SERIOUS INDIAN ETHNIC LOOK.

The chikankari kurta for men is perfect for formal occasions and festivities. You just need to watch your size as chikan outfits are known for their loose fit. Also, pay attention to the color choice, as a boring color may not suit a festive look, and bright or vibrant colors can be a faux pas on formal occasions. A pair of leather kolhapuris can effortlessly enhance your Indian ethnic attire.

3. MIX TRADITION AND TREND WITH BANDHGALA

Bandhgalajodhpuri suits are a status symbol worn at grand Indian weddings. They are blessed with comfort and classic looks, and most men in the crowd would wear this type of attire. But of course, that doesn't mean you should stop admiring the regal look or part with this gorgeous outfit. You can spice up the look with intricate embroidery and rich colors, or try muted prints or seductive sequins to silently stand out.

4. ADD CHARACTER TO YOUR OUTFIT WITH A DUPATTA.

Solid colorsherwanis are the ultimate yet regular choice of desi men when attending an event. Considering the most common outfit, you should definitely try an abstract or geometric printed dupatta to add some pep to your ordinary, sober Indian ethnic wear. While there are no rules for wearing the dupatta, there is one golden rule: wear a printed or worked dupatta only with a plain ensemble. And why only sherwani suits? Try a dupatta look with a churidar or pajamas.

5. SECURE A SHORT COTTON KURTA FOR YOUR CLOSET.

A short kurta adds a touch of whimsy to Indian dressing styles, and the cotton fabric makes it Indian ethnic wear for all seasons. Look for short kurtas with minimal print or simple embroidery. You can also keep it sober by opting for trendy colors like timeless black, mint green, sky blue, etc. For a casual ethnic look, you can pair short kurtas with jeans or pajamas. And if you pair them with churidars or dhoti pants, it will create a festive outfit.

6. INVEST IN A FUN JACKET FOR A GREAT FUSION LOOK.

Jackets have the indescribable charm of changing any look from scratch. Look for jackets that add a modern twist to your traditional attire. This way, you can rock your Indian fusion look with Men's Traditional Wear USA in an unconventional way. Add a jacket or two to your ethnic wardrobe for last minute plans. A simple black tone, calming prints and trendy colors are creative options for jackets to add panache to your Indian ethnic wear.

7. LOOK DAPPER IN AN ASYMMETRICAL INDO WESTERN.

Are you also one of those people who like to dress normally but still want to create a different look? Some asymmetrical Indian outfits showcase an illusion look in a three-piece or matching jacket that only you know how comfortable you'll be wearing in one piece. Be sure to pick up these garments. Try a bright pop of color and complement it with stylish work like stones, sequins or polished beads.

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decadeslife · 2 years

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Keeping up with Kunal Rawal

Popular menswear designer Kunal Rawal’s mood board might alter every season, but there are some elements that stay intact — versatility, gender fluidity, and functionality.

His recent couture outing at the FDCI India Couture Week 2022 also marked his 15 years in the industry. Taking inspiration from our diverse cultures and traditions, his collection, ‘Dear Men’ was dominant in structured pieces finished with exquisite embroideries and smart layering. Actor Arjun Kapoor closed the show for the designer in a tone-on-tone sherwani.

In an exclusive chat, Rawal spoke about his brand philosophy, inspiration, and things that matter.

How would you describe your aesthetic?

Rawal: We are a luxury contemporary brand that highly values functionality. We don’t like to box our product within a certain aesthetic — we want to cater to each and every one.

Menswear is experiencing a wholesome shift. What’s trending according to you?

Rawal: There are always new, different trends coming to the fore. However, being true to your own style is something that truly reigns supreme. Covid has made us introspect deeper into our lives and as a result, we’ve become more in sync with ourselves. People are dressing for themselves and not just following fads. Mood Dressing is big as well — people are wearing what makes them happy. Lastly, I think functionality as people are looking for products that are luxurious and versatile. They want something that gives them more value for their buck; something that can be reused and repurposed.

Your style inspiration?

Rawal: I get inspired by people that I see or interact with. It’s a very layered approach but we try to incorporate this into our storyline. India has such an authentic street style which is so fascinating. Every state has a different language, culture, and clothing. Also, I am hugely inspired by Mumbai — its people, architecture, sea, and everything in between.

Please elaborate on the glow-in-the-dark technology.

Rawal: As a brand, we love playing with technology. Since childhood, I’ve been fascinated with textiles what more can be created, and what can be done using technology. We’ve been exploring the glow-in-the-dark collection for the past year and a half and have been playing with pigments and mixing it with our threads to create unique hand embroideries. It’s been a lot of fun!

Your top three best-dressed?

Rawal: Well, it keeps changing. I think a lot of people dress well. Ranveer Singh because he dresses according to his mood and for himself. Miles Teller from Top Gun dresses really cool. And, I’m dressing not too badly myself right now. So maybe me?

What’s your take on sustainable fashion?

Rawal: It’s the need of the hour. As a brand, we’ve always believed in conscious production. Now, more than ever, the industry is moving towards sustainability. Also, consumers are making ethical choices — this will automatically curb fast fashion. I think the conversation around sustainability has been so strong in the last few years in India, that it is now more than just a concept. We have clients who want to know about the product, materials, sourcing, etc.

What have been your learnings from the pandemic?

Rawal: It’s been hard for everyone. The new normal has brought a lot of things into perspective. It’s taught me to have a Plan A and Plan B — something that I never believed in before. It’s important to have a strong backup plan in place. Another big learning has been ‘focus’. There’s so much to do and there always will be but until you don’t prioritise and focus on things that matter, you will not see movement.

What future plans for the brand?

Rawal: Well, there’s so much to do because our journey of 15 years has been about finding acceptance with our aesthetic, pushing the envelope with contemporary Indian menswear. While we have made our mark and have a strong and discernible consumer base, I feel that we haven’t even scratched the surface when it comes to design.

Therefore, we are going to focus on growing our aesthetic and applying it to different kinds of products in apparel and otherwise. We cater to occasions and functions and yet our range is so diverse — from modern luxury to deep-rooted traditional. We plan to build on this aesthetic and take it to people that connect with it.

Source: https://www.decadeslife.com/keeping-up-with-kunal-rawal/

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imgoingtohellsofuckit · 3 years

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Christmas Cookies

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings - uh none?

summary - Reader tries to convince Spencer that christmas isn’t all that bad

Spencer was all about Halloween. The costumes, the decorations. He loved every single part of the holiday. He was having the most fun on Halloween enjoying his traditions. However, like most Halloween people he didn't exactly love Christmas. And his girlfriend is more than happy to help change his mind about the holiday.

"Isn't this all a bit much?" Spencer asks as you balance yourself on one of the dining room chairs to try and hang the stockings. "I mean it's just gonna be us."

"That doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves," You tell him. She smiles lightly as she steps off the chair to look over your work. "Alright, do you like it?" He smiles lightly.

"Yeah- you do know there are no written records of the origin of the Christmas Stocking?" He tells you. A dorky smile across his face. "people have tried to write the legend or match stories up to explain the lore- the most accepted one is about St. Nicholas wanting to help a poor family but because the father was so stubborn he couldn't just hand over anything to help. So he dropped gold into stockings that were hung by the fireplace to dry." You nod along to the words. Enjoying the fun fact.

"And now they are normalized for most countries," You add, "well- do you like these? The embroidery kinda got a little sloppy." Spencer gives you a soft comforting smile.

"I love them," He assures you. You nod lightly. Moving back to the tub of decorations. It was mostly leftovers of things that just didn't fit with everything else. "It's very winter wonderland in here."

"I love it," You smile, "alright I'm gonna start making cookies- which do you prefer chocolate chip or sugar cookies?"

"Sugar Cookies are more seasonal," Spencer starts, "am I supposed to be helping you?"

"Yes spencer," You tell him. He chuckles. You move to take his hand. Pulling him along to the kitchen. He groans slightly. Once in the kitchen, the two of you start pulling the ingredients out of the pantry. These were clearly your addition to the household. Spencer maybe cooked a handful of times and year and he baked even less than that. So when you moved in you filled the shelves with things to make it almost seem like the people in the house take care of themselves. You both set everything on the counter. "Alright let's do chocolate chip first- they are easier to make anyways."

"Who decided that?"

"Me- why Spence are you gonna argue it?"

"No no just wondering," He says as he pulls down the mixing bowl, "this thing hasn't been touched since my birthday."

"Is that your way of saying you want me to bake more?"

"I mean I wouldn't be opposed," He says chuckling lightly, "it's always a good time for cookies made from scratch." You nod as you grab the measuring cups. "I mean if it isn't too hard."

"Maybe I'll make more but only because you're cute," You say as you pull his hands into yours, "and I love seeing that smile." He chuckles lightly. You move to pull him into a quick kiss. After you break the kiss you move to start measuring out the flour. "Do you have something else you want? Maybe something to take to work with you?"

"We work together-"

"I know that but you travel- I just sit with Garcia," You tell him, "if you don't want any that's fine I just figured I'd offer-"

"No no- I want some," He assures you, "maybe those pumpkin cookies? I know you only really make them around Halloween." You nod lightly. "But they are my favorite."

"Pumpkin cookies it is," You tell him pouring the sugar in, "but I'm sending you with Peppermint candies. You'll have something festive." He chuckles. "I'll make you like this holiday damn it."

"By buttering me up with sweets?"

"If that's what it takes," You say at once, "can you hand me the chocolate chips?" He moves to hand them over. You add them into the bowl then hand it over to Spencer to stir. He takes it and moves.

"I don't know why you always give this to me it's not like I'm any stronger than you," Spencer says as he starts to stir the dough, "it's counterproductive."

"It's busywork," You tell him, "when you do stuff like this I get to hear you talk and I love listening to you talk." He smiles lightly. "So pretty boy tell me some more facts?"

"Alright- Modern Christmas cookies can trace their history to recipes from Medieval Europe biscuits that's when many modern ingredients such as cinnamon, ginger, black pepper, almonds, and dried fruit were introduced into the west," Spencer starts, "the 16th century they were popular around Europe. Each country tended to have one traditional biscuit. For Germany, it was called that Lebkuchen. It's mainly made from honey-"

"Oh speak more Germany to me, love," You say with a bright smile.

"Oh you're testing my knowledge," He says running through his thoughts to remember the translation. "Ich denke, du bist so schön." You smile. Not knowing what the words mean but just knowing that you love watching Spencer like this. Watching him show off how smart he is. Other people thought he was a show-off when he did this. You always loved watching him use that big brain of his. "Wanna know what it means?"

"Hmm depends."

"On?"

"If I'll think it was more romantic when I couldn't tell what you were saying," You tell him.

"I said that I think you are so beautiful," He tells you. You smile at the words.

"Thank you, Spencer- but that sounds like you're trying to score," You chuckle. A cocky grin covers his expression. You move to pull him closer to you. Tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. "Is that what you want? To get in my pants, pretty boy?"

"Well, I'm never opposed-"

You chuckle loudly. Turning back to start placing the cookies on the baking trap.

"Think you can take over this part?" You ask him. He nods. Lining the trap along with the balls of cookie dough while you start on his pumpkin cookies. "can you hand me the flour Spence?" He moves handing over the bag. You give him a quick mischievous smirk as you grab a pinch full of flour and toss it at him.

"Really?!" He asks at once, "and you call me a child."

"You look so pretty- even covered in flour," You chuckle.

"Hmm let's see if that works both ways," Spencer says. He moves to grab a whole fistful of flour and tosses it over at you. You chuckle in a slight offense as you attempt to wipe off the flour from your clothes. "Beautiful even covered in flour." You roll your eyes lightly as you move to dump the cup of flour into the second mixing bowl. "You wanted my help love."

"Oh, I'm enjoying this," You tell him, "you having holiday fun. Absolutely amazing." He chuckles lightly. "wanna get those in the oven?"

"Sure," He says. He places the tray into the oven. Moving to set the timer. He turns back to see you working on getting his pumpkin cookies together. "I'll wash the bowl so we can work on the sugar cookies next."

"Doing the dishes- wow Spencer that is seriously hot."

"I do the dishes!"

"I never said you didn't- but by the way, I do them way more than you do," You say as you stir the dough, "you think the waters gross so you whine-"

"I wasn't whining-"

You nod lightly. Moving to cute the cookies into the shape of sweaters. Hoping to add some festive flair to them. Spencer moves placing the now clean mixing bowl onto the counter. He starts on the sugar cookie batter.

"Sweaters huh?" He asks.

"Like little Christmas sweaters- or your little sweaters," You tease. He nods. A light smile across his face. "I assume you remember the recipe?"

"Even if I didn't have an eidetic memory with how many of these we had to make last year I don't know how I could forget," He says as he moves through the recipe. You chuckle lightly.

"Hey all of our coworkers loved it," You point out. He nods lightly.

Last year the two of you made about 10 batches to hand out around work. It made your coworkers day. Plenty of smiles and laughs with the baked goods.

"Besides stuff like this means I get to spend more time with you," You smile.

"Always a good thing," He says moving to start stirring the batter, "why haven't we got a mixer yet?"

"Because I asked you for a mixer for Christmas," You chuckle lightly, "besides we always forget how much we want one until we bake anything which is only on birthdays and holidays."

"Okay well- I'm going to make sure that you get your stand mixer," He chuckles, "mostly because I hate all of the mixing." You laugh loudly. "But also because I love you." You roll your eyes playfully as he sets down the ball of dough. He moves to roll it out to cut out the shapes as you set the second batch of cookies in the oven. "Do you want more facts about Christmas cookies?"

"How dare you even ask- of course, I want more Christmas cookie facts," You say as you turn to Spencer. He laughs lightly. Always excited to share is knowledge. Especially when someone wants to know. Even more so when someone as beautiful as you asked.

"Gingerbread originated in the Crusades and was originally made using breadcrumbs, boiled with honey and seasoned heavily with spices," He starts, "It was pressed onto cookie boards which then was nothing more than carved slabs of wood with religious designs and dried. People were said to only be allowed to make the cookies themselves around the holidays because the rest of the year laws restricted its baking to guildsman."

"Guildsman?" You ask, "hmm well I guess that's one way to protect jobs. And cookie boards- kinda like cookie cutters."

"Yeah, that's how it evolved," Spencer tells you, "cool right?"

"Very," You tell him, "God I love that big brain of yours. Seriously Spencer." He gives you a big smile. You move cupping his cheeks.

"You love my brain?"

"I love all of you," You tell him, "but I adore your brain. I love listening to you talk."

"I knew you were perfect," He teases. You laugh lightly as you move into his arms. He wraps them around you tightly. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Spence," You tell him. He moves to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Du bist die Liebe meines Lebens," He says softly.

"Mm, what does that mean?"

"You are the love of my life," He says quietly. You smile moving to pull him into a soft kiss. His hands fall to your waist. Placing them carefully. Making sure not to move them without permission. Your hands tangle in his hair. Pulling him into an eager kiss. He moves backing you up against the counter. Careful not to be too forceful that he hurts you. Still, he takes the chance to deepen the kiss.

You move back at once as the timer blares. You move to grab the cookies from the oven at once then shoves the other tray inside. Spencer helps set them on the cooling racks. Y/n chuckles as he yanks his hand back.

"Spencer, you okay?"

"Yeah the cookies are hot- you think I would have known that." You both chuckle lightly. He smiles. "I've got another cookie fact-"

"Oh well, please share my love," You tell him.

"Another place in history where we see the cookie shapes being significant for the holidays is in colonial areas where the Church of England was influential. They call it mumming Christmas stories were acted out and food was used to help depict the stories," He explains, "am i boring you?"

"Not at all," You reply as you watch him carefully.

"Alright well in the 1800s, Pennsylvania Dutch children created large cutout cookies as window decorations now they were made with tin cutters and shaped like people, elaborately decorated with icing the closest to gingerbread men since they weren't religious," Spencer explains.

"We should make gingerbread men then," You tell him, "go traditional... Spencer, we could make gingerbread cookies of ourselves!" He chuckles lightly.

"That's dorky-"

"You're calling me dorky?" You ask him, "really? Are you kidding me?"

"It's dorky!"

"You break my heart," You tell him, "we could make gingerbread people for all of our friends. Tell me that wouldn't be adorable."

"Yes it would be cute but I don't even think we have the supplies for gingerbread cookies-"

You look to him pouting lightly. He sighs.

"I'll run to the store," Spencer gives in.

"Thank you, baby," You say brightly.

He's quick about getting to the store. Working through the aisles quickly to gather everything his girlfriend needs.

"No Penelope he's at the store," You tell the blonde on the other line, "gathering cookie ingredients."

"Oh baker Reid," She starts, "awe I love when you two bake. You always get such cute pictures."

"And it's so nice to spend time with him," You tell her, "normally we get days like this every couple of months at best... I'm waiting for JJ or Hotch to call me and ruin my fun."

"Don't speak it into existence," Penelope says, "Kevin is on his way over with a bottle of wine and a good time- and if I lose that I might go berserk." You laugh lightly as you place the sugar cookies on the cooling rack. Before turning back to the homemade icing. "I need a night in my prince's arms."

"Tell me about it," You chuckle, "Between the cases and Spencer almost dying every other week I really need this time with him. Even if it's just us making cookies." Penelope chuckles.

"Don't you dare tell me there won't be more," She teases.

"I don't know for sure," You say honestly, "depends on if Hotch lets me have my boyfriend for the night." She laughs lightly. You could hear the door open. Spencer calls to let you know he's home. "That's him Pen."

"Oh please give me all the juicy details on our Doctor Reid later!"

"Bye Pen-"

"Bye Y/n!"

You hang the phone up and move to toss it onto the counter. Spencer hands over the bags.

"Who was that?"

"Garcia," You tell him, "she was asking me to share some juicy details about our sex lives."

"People actually talk about that stuff?" He asks clearly a little embarrassed.

"I mean yeah," You chuckle, "I don't tell her everything if you are worried about that."

"No, I'm not worried about it-" He's starting to get flustered. You take his hand gently. He sighs. "Did you tell all the girls at work?"

"Just Penelope," You tell him, "and it's only small things. Like romantic gestures. I try not to say anything that I know you wouldn't want me to." He nods lightly. "Now wanna start making the cookies while I get your pumpkin cookies iced."

"Of course Malady," He says brightly. You move carefully icing the cookies as he starts on the cookies.

"You never told me what you want for Christmas," You point out.

"I want a whole day just the two of us," Spencer tells you.

"That is out of my hands," You tell him, "but I'll try my best to make it work." He nods lightly. "Anything else you want?"

"Uh- books," He tells you.

"Books? Any book?"

"No - I'll make a list," He says at once. You nod turning back to the cookies. "Anything you want that isn't the mixer?"

"Your love."

"You already have that," He chuckles. You turn to finish icing the cookies before starting on the sugar cookies. Spencer watches you carefully as he works on the gingerbread cookies. "Come on you have to want something else."

"I want you to take me to go look at Christmas lights," You tell him. He smiles lightly.

"I can do that," Spencer tells you.

"I knew I picked you for a reason," You say brightly. He moves setting the dough on the counter so you both can cut out the shapes. After you get them cut out he tosses them in the oven. You look over to him eagerly.

"What?"

"You're so handsome," You say brightly, "and I love you." He chuckles lightly. You take his hand carefully. "Christmas movies?"

"Depends... Which one?"

"Hmm, Polar Express?"

"Perfect," He says softly. You move to pull him along to the living room. He gets the movie set up as you climb onto the couch excitedly. Wrapping your arms around him the second he lays back down. You move resting your head on his chest. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest. As you keep your eyes on the movie Spencer gently plays with your hair. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you, love," You say softly. He moves pulling you closer to him.

"You know if we get to be like this then maybe I'll start to like Christmas," Spencer starts.

"Oh we can be like this all the time for Christmas," You tell him, "even better- we can have matching pajamas."

"Matching pajamas?"

You stand moving to the bedroom. Digging through the bags until you pull out matching pajama sets.

"I was going to wait until Christmas eve to get these out but I think we can manage getting them now," You say as you toss a set over to him, "you like them?"

"I love them," He says.

"Perfect because I told JJ we'd wear them to her Christmas party," You chuckle.

"Pajamas?"

"Her and Will are wearing their own matching PJs," You tell him, "it's just a cute thing... We don't have to."

"No no I like it," Spencer tells you. You aren't convinced he's telling the truth but you don't mind. This stuff is more your speed anyway.

"Well then let's get them on," You tell him. He nods. moving to pull off his sweater and replace it with the red Christmas top. You smirk slightly as you look over him. "You're so pretty."

"You always call me pretty," Spencer says as you toss away your top.

"Because you're pretty," You shrug, "sorry love." You move pulling on the pants. Spencer adjusts his slightly. You were a little worried it wouldn't fit right considering how tall and lanky the bastard is. "Please tell me that fits. They didn't have anything that was longer the wasn't also bigger and I didn't want it falling off of you."

"It fits fine," Spencer assures you. You move to take his hand carefully. He smiles widely.

"Come on we have to get the cookies," You tell him. He nods as you lead him out to the kitchen. Spending the rest of your night baking and watching holiday movies.

Spencer was sure that as long as you were by his side he'd give the holiday a chance.

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madamemedic · 4 years

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The Handmade Gift

Gio is a very fashionable person, in fact you would dare say he was most fashionable person you have met. All the suits he wore were designer and custom made for him. Undoubtedly very expensive too. You see his sense of fashion doesn’t really just stop at him, it extends to you too. Everything you now owned clothing wise was high end brand and expensive, not that he told you the price of it. You could just tell.

You had just received another dress from Gio, it was a knee length, deep purple pouf dress with a red sash as a belt. It was simple but it looked gorgeous. You thanked him and kissed him. Just as you were about to offer if he would like to see what it would look like on when his phone went off. This was normal, as Gio is normally is very busy man. However, the good mood was soured immediately as by he answer and his face twisting into a dark expression. You could tell this was serious and waited for the call to end. As to be expected he hung up looking as if he wanted to kill somebody, where his hair was normally green was now a throbbing red colour. He sighed with his eyes closed then a mumble of Italian was heard as he rubbed his eyes. Looks like he had to leave but before going he kissed you goodbye and maybe he would get to see in the dress soon. Then promptly leaving you in his home office.

Leaving you up to your own devices. You felt bad, whatever it was got Gio really steamed and you hoped to help him. Well help in broad sense of the term since you probably couldn’t help with what was most likely Don related problems. Still, you wanted to try. Maybe a gift would help cheer Gio up. Here is the problem… what do you give to a man who has everything? A car? No, he has lots in his drive way. Buy him a suit? No, he had lots and the kind HE liked was expensive. Wait. A suit, no just any. No, this suit would be different. You were going to make it by hand and the give it to him. How hard could it be.

The next day rolled around and you set work drawing and sketching out the suit that you were going to make for your darling Gio. Was it going to be striped? Plain? Or maybe embroidery? The longer the time went the longer you thought about it. The more it seemed like the task was harder than you thought.

Ding! As if a light bulb went off in your head. Why didn’t you think of it. Gio’s wardrobe! Why didn’t you just go in and see what he already had?

Leaving your room, you made your way to Gio’s room. You could tell who’s room from who’s, due to the doors that each Don had. Gio’s had carved in beautiful art, Zhuk’s was plain because in his words “it’s only a door, what matter is what is inside”, Cia has what look like symbols, Bee had words on his but you couldn’t read nor understand them and Bajo also has carvings but it was just a simple rose.

Knocking on Gio’s room, slowly opened the door to see him not there. Thank goodness or how where you going to explain that you where looking at his suits?

“Hey babes, mind if I look at your suits? Reason? Uhhh, they look good?” Yeah… no, hard pass on that.

Walking to his walk-in closet you had to turn on the light to see into the large but dark room. As far as the eye could see, most of his suits seemed to be pin striped. Well at least you knew the pattern but now was the materiel and measurements next. Slowly approaching one suit, your hand reaches out and pulls (well more like yanks, since you are very much smaller than he) it down. It is soft to the touch. Silk. Well know you knew the materiel. The was only one thing left measurements.

Good thing for you Gio tended not to keep suits for too long because “I change my mind, it’s ugly” then throw them away. Well he would throw them in a basket at the end of the closet next to the draws that held his gloves in.

“Let’s hope he’s planning on throwing away a full suit set soon” You prayed as you pulled to lid off to find indeed he had planned on throwing a suit away. It was pin striped but it had a stain that you were sure wasn’t wine or jam on it. Taking it out of the basket, you look decided this was the only way to get his measurements without asking.

Quickly you take the jacket, trousers and scamper away to your room. That was step two. Now to actually make the suit.

Luckily for you, you still had some materiel left from a previous cosplay and of course it was silk. Black and white striped to be precise. Of course you made a few cosplays but a whole ass suit. That would take your skills to the test.

The first thing you did was google patterns to make a suit from scratch. It didn’t look too bad but not all things that look easy are easy to do. Once you obtained the pattern, you had turned to the old suit and slowly started to take it apart at the seems to get its measurements. It was slow but worth it as you snipped at the cotton thread that held it together. It didn’t tear, so you could use the scraps as a base for the new suit.

“I hope this turns out OK”

Over the next month (almost two), you poured yourself into making the suit for Gio. It was WAY harder than you had expected it to be. One minute the sewing machine stoped working, so you had to hand stitch it. Then you’d constantly poke yourself with the needle which led to bleeding on the material; well the white bit. So you had to start again. Then order more of the silk as you only had enough to make the suit as long as there wasn’t many mistakes but unfortunately that was not the case. However, you still persevered. Day by day came and then went. It was getting there.

Of course the rest of the Dons grew suspicious of why their little angel was away in her room and not walking around or hanging around with them but of course with a bit of hushing and “it’s a secret” they gave up. Thank goodness to that too. You didn’t want any of the Dons slipping up and telling Gio by accident. Well you knew that the chance was small but it was still a chance that you couldn’t take.

Today was the day that the extra bits were to come in, such as cuff links and buttons. You knew that if the suit materiel was going to be high quality then the extras would be too. Well, they weren’t the traditional type either. The cuff links were in a shape of golden love hearts and the buttons had beetles carved in the small golden circles. Sure it made you more late but it would be worth it.

“Today is the last day and then I wait” You sigh as you glance over at the nearly finished suit. The trousers and top were finished. You added a few more details such as emerald green inlining as well and a red handkerchief In the breast pocket as well another in the pocket. It looked good, for your first time that is.

“Angel, package for you” Zhuk’s voice comes from the door of the mansion.

“Coming” You reply as you race down to get what was most likely the last pieces of the suit. Skidding down the hall you could see Zhuk holding your parcel but to your horror, he was also talking to Gio.

“Uhhh Gio, you didn’t tell me you were back” Gio then stopped talking to Zhuk and grinned as you made your way over to him.

“ Ah Principessa, there you are” Gio holds you close to him. “It’s been lonely with you with you la mia Principessa” Gio kisses the top of your head, you could hear Zhuk give a chuckle.

“I missed you too Gio” You pull away from him and turn to Zhuk, getting your package Zhuk hands it over but then starts to speak.

“Little one has been in her room the most of the time you’ve been gone, would even tell us why just kept on saying ‘hush’ and ‘it’s an secret’” You knew what was happening. Zhuk was trying to get you to tell him why you were in your room so much the last past weeks by using Gio as a pressure point.

“Away in your room? What? Why Principessa?” A confused Gio was now reaching out to place a hand on your arm. You could see concern on his face but on Zhuk’s was concern but a glimmer of mischief.

“Well… it’s a secret. Don’t worry, it’s a good one” You pull away but this doesn’t get rid of the concerned look on the dons faces.

“Does it got to do with your box?” Gio asks, his gaze on your parcel in your hands. Damn. Her recognised the box. Of course he would, that’s where he got his cuff links from.

“Maybe, maybe not. I said it’s a secret” Your reply was a bit snippy but you want to just leave and finish the damn suit so you could just give it to him.

“Well, I’d like to believe that you think I’m not stupid but I’d like to also believe that you are not stupid either to notice that is where I get my cuff links from” Drat. He knew. Think, think of and excuse, a reason.

“I… I… uh… this is embarrassing but I’d thought I’d buy the, for me and maybe get a few suits of my own” The lie came out and you hoped they believed it. Which it looked like they did.

“Oh, nice choice. Maybe you could show me them when you get the chance. I’m sure they look great” Gio winks at you. “Maybe I‘ll get you a nice suit to match the” Great, now is the time to leave before another Don joins in and makes it harder to leave.

“Well, as much as I like talking, I have to go back and finish my secret thing” You then sprint off back into the mansion, leaving behind two very confused Dons.

As you closed your door behind you, taking a deep breath you go and sit on the chair by your desk. Grabbing a knife near by you cut the sticker that held the box closed. Inside was a black velvet rectangle. The box looked amazing but you were more interested in the contents. Opening the box you were blown away by the quality of the product. The good glimmered in the light. They where beautiful.

“Now to finish this” You now had the buttons of the jacket and it was time to sew them in place. Over time you had got better at sewing. One by one, each button is sown on by hand with extra care. Then you add the cuff links to wear they would go.

It was finished. You were finished. You jump for happiness and dance for a while but stop when there is a knocking on your door.

“Principessa, can I come in?” Shit. It’s Gio.

“In a sec… I’m naked” Wait. Why did you say that? Never mind. You take the suit off the display model to place it in a gift box for clothes.

“Naked, well I definitely want to come in now” You could hear the humour in Gio’s voice as you place a ribbon on of the box. Now all you had to do was give it to him. Of course you didn’t want him to see it right away, so you placed it inside a draw and closed it.

“Ready” You call out, straightening your clothes you look at a slightly disappointed Gio.

“You are clothed, I thought you were naked. No matter, plenty of time for that now that I am back” Gio takes you hand as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Yeah, I guess I just said what was on the top of my head” You reply shyly. Now it’s not like Gio has net seen you naked plenty of times but you still felt shy about it.

“Don’t worry about it Principessa, I got you something” Gio pulls a box from back. It was thins and a square. Giving it a look over, your eyebrows raise.

“It’s not a pizza right?” At this Gio looked at you, his face splitting into a smile and then turned into laughter.

“No, no. It’s not pizza. Open it” He holds it out to you.

“Wait, I have something for you too” You go over to open the draw and open it to retrieve the box.

“Oh a gift for me? Oh you shouldn’t have Principessa” Turning around you both have boxes. Both are roughly the same shape but his has a red bow and yours green.

“Soooo… Who is going to open first… I mean, I don’t mind if you open mine first” Gio goes on, looking at his gift then yours.

“I guess since you came all this way to give it to me, I’ll open yours” You places you’re box on the table and take Gio’s. You pull the ribbon to open the box where inside is a white dress… wait. On top is also a veil dripping with pearls of all sizes. You start to pull out the tiara with crown first, putting it on your box and then the dress. It was 100% a wedding dress. Looking up from from the dress to see Gio on one knee, his face slightly pink due. You have now spotted something else at the bottom. A ring.

“Gio…” You are stunned. You’d never thought that Gio would marry you, well you’d like it but never wanted to force him to do so.

“Principessa, (Y/N). Being away from you for almost two months made me realise that… I can’t stand not being not with you, you are kind, smart, beautiful and I can’t see my life without you” Gio picks up the ring from the box. “You make me a better man, well as better as you can get” You let a small chuckle. Tears streaming down your face as he continues. “What I’m asking is… Will you make me the happiest man demon whatever?” Gio holds his breath as he waits for answer.

“Yes, Yes I will absolutely marry you” You launch yourself into Gio, almost making him fall back. The two of you laugh and cry a bit. Gio mainly from the release of anxiety. Kissing all over your face, Gio then places the ring on your finger then kisses then back of your hand.

“So is this what the recent was meant to be for” You couldn’t help but laugh, Gio does too.

“Yes. The trip was for your dress, they messed it up and I had to go back” He laughs again but then notices your quietness. He is nervous again.

“Well damn… my present is going to be shit compared to yours” Oh… that’s why. Gio cups your face in his large hairy hands.

“Principessa, you could give me a random leg you sawed off random person and I’d still love it, you know why right?” He looks into your eyes, you could feel yourself starting to calm down. Getting and sitting back on the chairs, you pick up the last gift so you could hand it to Gio.

“My gift probably isn’t as good as yours is” You ramble off as Gio opens the box. He is silent as he takes out the suit jacket. Sure it wasn’t any wear near his usual standards but you made it. That made it worth more than any suit he’s ever owned. “G? Gio? Scarafaggio?” You gasped as he had once again began to cry, just as you were about to speak he interrupted you.

“It’s perfect” He then quickly takes the trousers out and starts to inspect the new suit in his hands. It was soft, most likely Silk he notes to himself. His eyes go over the beetle buttons and the love heart cuff links. Gio smiles and he then looks at you again. “ You made this? How?” Gio then notifies himself of the green of inside of the jacket. It really was beautiful and was made of love.

“I did, it took me a while, I know it’s not your normal suit but I wanted to try and well” You gesture to it.

“No, it’s perfect, in fact. The fact that you took your time to make this for me and it’s shows. It’s fine besides if you want to get better I can help you, maybe I’ll make you a suit instead” Gio looks at his own suit, the back at his new one.

“Wear it” You could tell he was going to ask anyway.You didn’t need to tell him twice. Quickly Gio takes off his suit trousers and jacket. You blush, not expecting him to do it right away. Then it became another reason to do so. It was a tighter fit than normal but it still felt comfortable. Gio throws the suit in a near by washing hamper and does a twirl. It look good but definitely not what he was usually seen with.

“Looking good babes” You wolf whistle at Gio and he winks in return. The he grins and rushes out the room leaving you stunned. Where did he go off to? Doesn’t matter, you have a wedding to one of the men in your life to day dream about.

“Boys, look who just been treated nicely” Gio calls out in the lobby, soon each Don slowly makes their way to the lobby as well.

“Well that’s different” Bajo gets closer to look at Gio’s new suit.

“Doesn’t look like your normal suit… what make this one so different?” Cia eyeballs Gio carefully as Gio shows off his suit.

“Yes, why why this suit be so different, almost as if somebody very, very close has spent all her time on it despite not knowing how to and did it anyway just to make me happy” Gio knew that they would all know who made this suit.

“No way” Zhuk starts to examine it closer, yet it wasn’t the best but it was made with time and care. The hand stitching was prescient as ever.

“Yep, nostro caro made this. Just. For. Me”Gio could feel the tingle of jealousy from the rest of the Dons.

“Well I’m going to ask for something to be made then” Bee declares as he rushes past the group to your room.

“Oh no you don’t, I will” Zhuk followed then is also followed by Cia and Bajo. Gio watches and chuckles, looks like you were going to do a lot more clothes.

[Author’s Note: Not Beta read and this is most likely the last time I write for the Dons. Hope you enjoyed and stay safe.

Dons belong to @beetlebitchywitch and friends

P.S, Sorry for ten formation of this fanfic, when it’s is converted to to Tumble, it fucked it up.]

#@beetlebitchywitch #no beta read #gio x reader #scarafaggio x reader #beetlejuice x reader

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thewarriorandtheking · 5 years

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Yuletide in Erebor

A story of The Warrior and The King

I am always forgetting that Thorin plays the harp. I decided to work it into my fanfiction and it came out as this little Christmas story. It has all the things that make up a winter holiday: snow, warm fires, mulled wine, family drama, songs and presents.

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It was a quiet midwinter night on the Lonely Mountain, snow was falling heavily outside the gates of Erebor. Thorin Oakenshield and his family were gathered in one of the private rooms enjoying the warmth of the fire burning brightly in the hearth, the logs crackling merrily. A pot of spiced wine was warming over the fire, the fragrance filling the room. It was one of those rare evenings when they found themselves together. Thorin was sitting at his harp, it had been a long time since he had played, he never seemed to have the time any more. His eldest son Thror was reading a book while his younger brother Durin poked at the fire. The Queen was seated across the room, working at her embroidery with two of her handmaidens while his daughter sat at his feet, entranced by the music. Thorin smiled at her as he played, thinking of all the things he had done in his life he was proudest of his children. Although he been hesitant at the time, he was glad he had been convinced to marry Shurri. He had three heirs to his line whose fitness for succession could not be questioned, now he would brave the scandal and release the Queen from her vows so he could marry the woman he loved. Kaylea Wolf was going to be his wife, she just did not know it yet. Idly he wondered where she was right now, it had been just over nine years since she last came to Erebor.

As his fingers played over the strings Thorin realized he had started to play the old song about the Misty Mountains. He had not thought about the tune in many years, softly he began to hum along with it and when he started to sing the words, Thror and Durin joined in with him.

As he was singing Thorin saw his daughter look out the doorway into the hall, her eyes suddenly going wide. Thorin continued to play as he followed her gaze, standing a short distance down the hall was Kaylea Wolf. She was leaning on the wall, scratching the ears of her dire wolf. It was evident she had just arrived as her coat was still wet and she had a soft bag slung over her shoulder. As Thorin came to the last verses of the song Kaylea joined in, her clear voice making a beautiful harmony with Thorin’s deep baritone. She slowly moved forward until the song ended just as she reached the door. Thorin got up to welcome her.

“My lady, what a welcome surprise it is to see you!”

Kaylea came into the room and kneeled before Thorin, bowing her head. “My king.”

He stepped forward, motioning for her to stand up. “You know you do not have to keep doing that,” he whispered softly. Kaylea looked up at him with a soft smile, Thorin offered her his hand and drew her to her feet. He leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, chaste enough that the Queen could not object. Her black wolf trotted into the room and settled himself by the fire.

“Must you bring that filthy animal in here?” Queen Shurri abruptly stood up, gathering her work to leave. Kaylea turned to face her with a smile and bowed low.

“Good evening, your majesty,” she said. “ I did not see you there. You are looking well this evening.”

The Queen paused by the door. She held out her hand to her daughter, who was standing behind Thorin holding onto his clothes. “Come Freya,” she said. “This is no longer a place for a respectable girl.”

Kaylea’s eyes narrowed. “I assure you I am not contagious, your majesty,” she said evenly. “But I am curious, if you do not allow your daughter to be in scandalous company where does she stay when she visits the Ered Mithrin with you?”

Shurri gave the tall woman a look that would have burned grass. Thror and Durin glanced at each other; they knew their mother had a lover there, but nobody talked about it. Just as Kaylea was always referred to as a hero from the Battle of the Five Armies, not the King’s Woman. They had never heard anyone throw it in her face like that. Before the Queen could reply, Thorin spoke. “Freya is fine here with me,” he said, an edge to his voice. He scowled at his wife and put a hand on his daughter’s back.

Shurri gave him a withering look and strode out of the room, followed by her handmaidens. Kaylea watched her go thoughtfully. “I do not believe she likes me very much,” she said.

Thorin chuckled. “Do not feel bad, she does not like me very much either.” He looked down at his daughter smiling up at him.

The two princes came over and Kaylea bowed to them. “What did you bring us?” Durin asked, excitement in his voice.

Thorin frowned at him. “Where are your manners? Kaylea Wolf does not come here just to bring you presents.”

“No, she comes here to see you, father, ” Durin replied. “We get presents to keep quiet.”

The King gave his son a dark look but Kaylea laughed. “As it happens, in my country at this time of year it is traditional to give presents. I brought one for each of you,” she looked at the princess, still hiding behind her father. “Including the one I have not yet met.”

“This is princess Freya,” Thorin said, moving aside. His daughter had been born just after Kaylea had left Erebor the last time, she was almost nine years old now. Freya looked up at the tall woman, so beautiful and strong, the mithril beads in her golden hair shining in the lamplight. She was a little afraid, but did not want her father to know so she stepped forward boldly and nodded properly as Kaylea bowed low to her.

“A pleasure to meet you, your highness,” Kaylea said.

Freya’s eyes went from her to the wolf and back. She had never seen a wolf before, she had never imagined they were so large. She loved animals but her mother would not let her have a pet, she had to content herself with befriending the cats in the stables. “Can I pet your wolf?” She asked timidly.

“Of course,” Kaylea replied. She gestured to Hector who got up and approached the little girl. He lowered his nose so she could pet his head.

“He is so soft!” Freya exclaimed, running her hand down the wolf’s neck.

“He just had a bath,” Kaylea said, looking sideways at Thorin. “He is not a bit filthy.” She swung her bag around and reached into it, taking out two long parcels wrapped in leather. “These are for Thror and Durin,” she said.

Durin took his and Thror came forward, looking up at Kaylea shyly. He thought her so beautiful that he could never look at her long without feeling as though he was staring, which always made him blush. “Thank you, my lady,” he said, quickly turning away to hide his reddening face. Inside the parcels were long knives, black pointed blades with serrations on one side and beautiful polished black handles. Thorin wondered at the handle, he had never seen the like.

“Thank you, this is a fine blade. What are these made of?” Durin asked, also looking at the handle of his knife.

“Dragonbone,” Kaylea said. Thorin glanced quickly up at her then down to look at the knife Thror handed him. It was beautifully made, the blade sharper than a razor, the handle smooth and natural in the hand. Thorin handed it back as Kaylea was pulling a red leather wrapped bundle from her bag. She turned to Freya, who was still petting Hector. The wolf had a very long-suffering look on his face and happily went back to lay by the fireplace.

“This is for you, princess,” Kaylea handed her the bundle. Freya unwrapped it carefully, inside was a long pointed knife with a curved, ivory-colored handle. The little girl turned it over in her hands, marvelling at it. The blade was long and pointed and polished like a mirror, the handle cool in her small hand. Thorin drew a breath when he saw it, that blade was a work of art.

Kaylea knelt down so her head was closer to the girls. “This is a special knife. The handle is made from the tooth of a dragon, you must take very good care of it. You cannot allow the tooth to get too dry or it will crack. Carry it with you against your body, or keep the handle wrapped in a damp cloth.” She smiled at the princess. “The blade is a bit big for you now, but you will grow.”

The princess looked at her wide-eyed, then carefully rewrapped the knife and asked her father if she could take it to her room. Thorin nodded and watched her hurry off, a father’s love plain on his face. Daddy’s girl, Kaylea thought to herself. Pity the first man who wants to court her.

“That was well done,” Thorin said. “I wager she will carry that with her the rest of her life.” He did wonder if Kaylea was being serious, A dragon tooth? How did one come by such a thing? Although knowing Kaylea, she probably slayed dragons in her spare time.

“She will need it to fend off the suitors,” Kaylea replied with a smile. “When she is older I will give her some lessons in how to use it.” She looked over at the princes, inexpertly sparring with their new knives. Good thing those knives were indestructible.

Thorin stepped in close against her, sliding and arm around her waist. “So, when do I get my present?”

Kaylea slid her hand along his waist and into the back of his trousers, pulling him against her. “Later, my king,” she whispered. She looked around the room, warm and cozy after coming in from outside. “I am sorry if I interrupted your family evening.”

Thorin shrugged, he leaned forward inhaling the smell of her, sage and the shade of pines. He never remembered how much he missed it until she returned to him. “There is nowhere I would rather be than spending a quiet evening with my children and the woman I love.” He went back to sit behind his harp, his fingers playing over the strings. “Will you sing something for me?”

Kaylea laughed. “Singing is not one of my talents, my king. And I only know the sad songs of soldiers, of loss and leaving home.” She took off her coat and hung it over a chair with her bag, loosening the laces on her tunic. Thror brought her a mug of the warm spice wine they were drinking, handing it to her trying not to stare at the neckline of her tunic. .

“Your voice is as beautiful as that of any Elf,” Thorin said. “I have heard them, I know that of which I speak. You start and I will join in.”

Kaylea looked skeptical, but she always found it hard to deny Thorin. “Very well, you will have a sad song then,” she said, coming to stand beside him. “At least our songs are shorter than yours.”

And fare thee well to Gronland, The land my native home.It breaks my heart to see friends part,Then the teardrops fall.

On my way to Arrakeen, Will I ever see home once more? Leaving behind my one true love, Odin’s green sunwashed shore.

The ship she lies, loaded and tied, Standing by the cay. The moon is bright, shining down each night, As we sail out over the sea. Many ships have been lost, many lives the cost, On the journey that lies before.With a tear in my eye, I am bidding goodbye,

To Odin’s green sunwashed shore.So fare thee well, my own true love, I think of you night and day. A place in my mind, you surely will find, Although I am far away.

I be alone, far away from home, I think of the good times once more.‘Till the day I can make my way back, To Odin’s green sunwashed shore.

And now the ship is on the way, May Balder protect us all. With the wind in our sails, we surely cannot fail, On the journey to join the war. My parents and friends, they waved to the end, ‘Till I could see them no more. Then I took a chance, took one last glance, At Odin’s green sunwashed shore.

After she had sung a few lines, Thorin picked up the tune and began to play. The princes listened intently, never having heard Kaylea sing before. Freya came back in to take her seat at the feet of her father. She looked over at the wolf, he was curled into a ball with his tail over his nose, his yellow eyes watching his mistress.

Hearing the sound of Kaylea’s voice as she was passing brought Dis in to listen. When Kaylea finished she came forward to greet her. “You have a fine voice, lass. Why have we not heard it before? But surely this is a time for a less melancholy tune!”

She asked her brother for a song from the Blue Mountains, Thorin was happy to oblige. Kaylea often had to remind herself Dis and the King were near the same age, with his raven-black hair and unlined face Thorin looked younger than her son. He still had not started aging again since the shot of boosterspice she had given him so many years ago. Together they drank wine and sang songs of their old home, Kaylea joining in on the chorus when there was one. The time passed quickly and the hour grew late before they knew it. The princes had already turned in when Kaylea put a hand on Thorin’s shoulder nodding toward Freya, sleeping curled up against Hector.

Dis smiled and gently picked the princess up, so as not to wake her. “It has been a long time since I thought of those old songs, I quite lost track of time. I will put her to bed,” she said. “Good night to you both.”

Thorin pulled the cover over his harp then looked at Kaylea with a mischievous grin. “May I escort you to your quarters, my lady?”

“Of course, my king,” Kaylea grabbed her coat and bag. “Let us walk out over the gate.”

“If it pleases you,” Thorin said, offering her his arm. They walked arm in arm through a series of corridors to the gate, it was late so they saw no one except a few guards. When they reached the top of the gate Kaylea paused to stand at the parapet. The snow was falling less heavily now and there were breaks in the clouds, allowing the moon to cast its pale light over the white landscape. The lights of Dale could be seen in the distance.

“I love the snow,” she said. “It makes travel more difficult but I love the quiet, the way it makes everything new and beautiful.”

“Yes, it does,” Thorin replied, he was not looking at the landscape but at the flakes of snow in Kaylea’s hair, catching the light of the braziers like tiny diamonds. He stepped behind her and put his arms around her lean body, interlacing his fingers over her stomach. Lightly he kissed her neck, then looked out over her shoulder. The land did look soft and clean, sleeping under its new blanket. Kaylea leaned back against him, putting her hands on his and relaxing into his arms. She turned her head to look at him, the King had snow in his hair.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“Enough to marry me, and live by my side?” Thorin asked hopefully.

Kaylea sighed. “Are you ever going to stop asking me that?”

“Just as soon as you say yes.” Thorin turned her in his arms and pulled her mouth down to his. They embraced each other for a long moment, the snow falling lightly around them. Thorin reached up and hooked his finger over the top two laces of her tunic, pulling them out one after the other. “Can I unwrap my present now?”

Kaylea laughed softly. “I thought you would never ask,” she took his hand and led the way back into Erebor.

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sushilabassyear1fmp · 3 years

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Friday the 30th April.

In this session I had a tutorial to decide on a final design, this involved getting a mannequin and my toile and placing samples on the stand to see how they would look in practice. My goal for the end of the session is to have a final design finalised so I can my real pattern over the weekend and buy and needed supplies ready for printing onto my pattern pieces on Tuesday.

Once we decided on a final design we discussed ways to give the design more depth on the skirt, it was decided that a tulle, mesh or organza in a white or ivory would be best as it would still be subtle and delicate but give depth and the semi-transparent, showing all the layers underneath.

For Tuesday I need to experiment with which material of the 3 is best for the skirt and purchase it, then I need to prep the fabrics for my final to be scanned in ready to print.

Next week’s schedule.

Saturday 1st of May.

· Cut pattern out.

· Start experiments on netting, tulle and Organza.

Sunday 2nd of May.

· Experiment on final fabric with Machine Embroidery and embellishment.

Monday 3rd of May.

· Blog catch up.

Tuesday 4th of May.

· Print session, booked for 9.30am to 9pm.

· Have all fabric printed.

· Scan in final samples to be printed.

Wednesday 5th of May.

· Begin Machine embroidery.

Thursday 6th of May.

· Interim and tutorials?

· Machine Embroidery.

· Embellishment.

Friday 7th of May.

· Begin work on outer layers of skirt.

· Sew skirt pieces together.

· Sew bodice pieces together.

Saturday 8th of May – Monday 10th of May.

· Attach outer skirt to base layer

· Attach bodice to skirt

· Add invisible zip.

· Hem.

· Plan photoshoot.

update as of 13th of may.

Final making was delayed due to difficulty with free machine embroidery taking longer than intended, zip issues and minor changes for tis reason the piece was finished on the 13th instead and is pending review on the 14th.

The photoshoot plan has also been delayed until the 14th at earliest.

Photoshopping a rough final idea.

This is a rough idea of what I want to create for my final piece. I created it in Photoshop by scanning in samples and adding them to a scanned drawing of the final shape I did. I want text from poems on the bodice with hand embellished gold coins. The fabric will be floral and each panel will be different. The skirt Is going to have falling petals and maybe more embellished coins, the bottom of the skirt will also have coins dangling down.

With this basic idea down I show to my tutors and we go through the good and the bad and create a final idea on a mannequin as the 3d idea will be easier to perceive than a flat photoshopped image. We keep the petal idea but break it up with a leaf emblem on the side panels, we keep the basic skirt idea but take away the coins and we decide to play around with having semi opaque layers for more depth. We like the text but want to only keep it on the front panel. We change up the samples a bit to add the fenced ideas in. Finally we keep the hand embellished coins but only on the front panel with the text.

Base design.

The dress shape is my take on the concentration camp uniforms which Is a high neckline with a basic 1940s skirt. Sometimes the dresses would have a suit like front to the dress but I chose the simpler look as I could do more with the front of the piece if I had one surface to work on. Here are the images I used as inspiration for the shape of the dress, it will have the neckline, back zip and sleeves of figure A with the bust darts and skirt style of figure B.

The skirt will have 3 layers, this is a conceptual choice and not one which would be historically accurate. It will be made of a netting, tulle or organza (this will be decided through experimentation) These layers will have petals on them and all 3 layers will be visible as the overlayers will not be opaque, this will layer petals and give the effect of falling petals, not only that but the petals layering in this way will also represent the time the Gypsies spent on the run away from or in camps due to the Nazi Germans and their allies.

The gold coins are a rather literal choice, they represent they Gypsies pride, a pride I have learnt a lot about in the book ‘fires in the dark’ The coins are to be hand embellished onto the front of the bodice and will be mostly covered by black embroidery thread to show how their pride is strangled by the Germans, they pride themselves in their wealth and the few clothes they wear for their uniqueness so being forced to wear a uniform in camps would be very demeaning and when the fear for their lives wore off they would feel too uniform, the only thig separating them from the others in the camp is their prisoner number and maybe the colour of their triangle (even then Gypsy women shared their black triangle with convicted prostitutes and criminals). The thread only mostly hides the gold however as you can take the clothes, money and possessions away from a gypsy but their pride is in their hearts and that is harder to remove so it tries to break out of the metaphorical prison it is put in when they were confined to these camps.

The front bodice panel will have machine embroidered text on it, some words describing the Gypsies struggle along with quotes from the 2 poems I have studied as their words are powerful, I won’t add my own interpretation of what happened there as I don’t want to speak FOR those who were there as I was not but I want to give THEIR voices a platform through my work, this way I am being a good ally. The text will be in the style of Maria Wigley who leaves the threads loose at the end of each word, this gives a crowded effect which I liked and want to include as It will show the cramped feeling of being stuck in a camp. My current sample of text embroidery was done by hand and while it was neat it was very time consuming and free machine embroidery is faster, the text will be rougher but this will fit as the text will seem like it is quickly handwritten , as if it was done by the writers of the poems.

The background pattern of the first panel.

Using a sample from a previous print session I plan to scan it in and use it again, the original sample was created with sublimation and netting (which represented fences) trapped between the print and fabric which added some subtle negative space. This piece shows the beauty trapped behind the fence but also showing through and fighting to get out.

This idea is the same on the back where I will create a more accurate fence negative space idea using photoshop, it is inspired by the sample where I cut paper strips to use as the more abstract fence as I didn’t have time in the session to cut an accurate fence. I really liked how the petals showed through the paper so it wasn’t completely white, this also shows how the sprit of the Gypsies refuses to he held by the fence. I will make sure when I do the photoshop that I lower the opacity of the fence a bit so that the petals show through a little bit.

The side panels are a stark contrast to the front and back in that they are muted and darker tones, this is a reminder of the dark theme while remaining linked to the nature theme. The leaf I used was older and broken which backs up the contrast between this and the delicate petals. The fact that it is the only leaves used in the whole garment helps them stand out. As I still want the panels to match each other I will keep the subtle pinks showing through on the original sample by scanning this sample in too instead of recreating it from scratch. This means the colour palette will not be too greatly affected by the sudden change and it will still be obvious that is part of the same garment. The placement of the leaves will be very intentional with the shape of the leaves matching that of my figure so the leaf works with the bodies natural shape to flatter it.

The skirt will have individual petals falling down it and the current idea for the overlayers is for them to have cut out printed fabrics pieces hand embroidered on.

There will be an invisible zip in the back of the dress, this is for practical reasons and it is not historically accurate for the time period but it is a necessary compromise for the dress to work.

Why petals?

I’ve used what flowers I had around me to create designs, the petals I had were rose petals in pinks and purples. These flowers represent the beauty that the Roma were able to see in the world, that ability to see they good in the world when all is lost is their strength and so they also represent their strength and inner freedom. This contrasts with the decayed leaf on the side panel, which while it works with the shape of the ribs.

Contextual research for final design.

Uniform in camps.

Here you can see an example of women’s uniforms in concentration camps, these are missing the blue and white stripes that come to mind when you think of what prisoners had to wear during these times but not all camps had that uniform. I took inspiration for the dress shape from these dresses, their shape is traditional to the time, I made a few changes to make it simplified and that was it.

Triangles, numbers and their meanings.

During world war 2 all the prisoners in the concertation camps were labelled with numbers and triangles, for Gypsies they were assigned brown or black triangles, the brown ones were for male Romani while women had black ones, the women were put in the ‘work shy’ group, the same category as drug addicts, beggars, lesbians and prostitutes as they all had to bear the same triangle, this would have been very demeaning to them as Romani women would not like to be categorised with unclean women like prostitutes. The only thing separating them from these groups would have been their numbers, Gypsies had a Z at the start of their number whereas other non-Germans would have a letter correlating to their country of origin like B for Belgian. While the thought of using a black triangle on my final piece crossed my mind it didn’t seem like my place to do something like even though the symbol has been reclaimed by some communities. Instead I will embroidery using black threads not only for contrast against the pink fabric but also to represent the colour of the triangle.

Maria Wigley.

I am inspired by Maria Wigley’s free machine embroidered text, her style is to sew each word in cursive and to leave the threads dangling on purpose , here is an example from her Instagram. I like this style because t creates a crowded feeling which matches my ‘trapped’ theme and makes the amount of text I will add look busier. Her work looks handwritten which is the idea I want on my bodice, instead of typed out style text it is more personal to have it look handwritten as the experiences shared by the poets I am using are personal.

Becky Earley

This piece by Becky inspired the side panels, her pieces always have very considered textile designs which match the shape of the garment and that is what I want to do with my piece, this will make the piece be more based around the garment form than the textiles being dumped onto a dress.

What challenges I will have to overcome.

With the invisible zip I will have to join the 2 pattern pieces of the back bodice and skirt to the zip and so it is not an easy thing to do as the extra fabric makes it hard to sew and as I have never (apart from in the toile) put a zip in before it could be hard, it will also be hard to line the zip up correctly one both sides of the waist seem, if it doesn’t match the dress zip will be wonky and it could be very noticeable.

I also have yet to decided how to add the 2 overlayers of the skirt to the waistline and to the zip and seam at the back, this will be something I will try and overcome by communicating with my tutors.

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