Olivia Serino
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The Dress Up Box
I don't remember the beginning; that would be like asking a child what the day they were born was like. However, I can tell you about the feeling I've never lived without. It comes to me in doses here and there with butterflies at the beginning of an evening. It's the sound of hangers with metal tops being parted from wooden rails. The satisfying weight of layers of fabric. Fashion fabric, lining, and interfacing, kissed with buttons or zippers. Threads pulling at gathers like the muscles in my cheek as I anticipate the garment in my hand to be the one to wrap around my shoulders like warm air after coming in from the cold.
By Olivia Serino3 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Notebook
Today is my first day here. It's cool, the room seems large but a lot of my peers block the view. I see light from the windows though so I like my new space. The last place I stayed was far more cramped and stuffy. Safety measures for transport and all of that. I met my caretaker earlier this morning. Her name is Gwen. She has a curly bob and it fades from brown to purple, her uniform is green and covered in pins, she chooses to wear a collared shirt underneath to add even more of her taste. She's about eye level to me so I would guess she is about five feet. She greeted me with a “aren't you lovely” kind of expression. Dusted off my jacket and noted my silver name tag.
By Olivia Serino3 years ago in Humans
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