so does she want me to buy her things?

[justsookie]

In spite of the fact that it's completely possible to wear a new outfit every day without ever needing to do the laundry, years of living on a budget have taught Sookie to be smart with her wardrobe. She has something in just about each of the main seven colors of the rainbow, in shirts, cardigans, sundresses, and a wide array of jeans, all capable of being mixed and matched. She likes to think that it helps her waste a little less time on her appearance in the morning, helping her make her classes on time. But these habits backfire occasionally, such as this afternoon, when Sookie brings a pair of pajama pants that have finally split at the seams to the laundry room, dropping them into the clothes box in the hope that recycling will keep the battered little thing in a better mood.

She soon discovers that it might be in too good of a mood. The garments start out as simple nightgowns, the hems slightly too high for her taste, and with copious amounts of lace that threatens to chafe. But each subsequent gown that she pulls out of the box only gets worse, seemingly offering less and less actual fabric, until the box decides to go all the way and starts coughing up fishnet gowns.

Her nose wrinkles.

"Y'know," she muses to herself, shaking her head as she curiously lays the dress against her chest. "I'm all for people embracing their fashion sense, but if you're gonna let yourself wear holes this big, what's the point of wearing anything at all?"