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 Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 7:42 pm
"Oh, why won't this work?"
Genuine Glamour often carried some of her favorite accessories and essentials with her. Inspiration could strike at the strangest times. Like at the market, for example. Upon seeing a baker take a tray of cinnamon buns out of the oven, she was struck by the idea of a swirled updo. With her mane, such a style would look striking- if she could pull it off.
Errands forgotten, she dashed to a darkened shop window, using it as a makeshift mirror. The hairpins and elastic were quickly dumped out of her saddlebag. But every time Gigi tried to roll her mane, all she ended up with was a mess that grew more tangled with every failure. She could see exactly what she wanted in her mind, so why couldn't she make it work with the real thing?
Astraea Pandora ((Let me know if anything needs changing!))
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 8:04 pm
Noel thanked the stallion behind the counter and tucked the bouquet of roses on top of her other shopping, using her wing to tuck her saddle bag flap carefully around the delicate flowers. She was walking back towards her home when she passed by the filly staring at herself in a shop window, her mane a complete disaster. Her first instinct was to keep walking, it would be rude to put her muzzle in someone else's business. But she swore it looked like the girl was going to cry. She stopped, turned and said: "Uhm..Excusez-moi.." she said it gently "Iz..iz zere zomezing being wrong...?
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 8:33 pm
And as if things weren't bad enough, now somephony was interrupting while she was trying to concentrate. Gigi let her mane drop and whirled around, really to tell whoever it was off-
"Oooooooooooooooooh."
- but she never got that far. She was too distracted by the grown-up's long, wavy locks, perfectly coiffed. Gigi could barely manage her own mane. How was it possible to have so much and have it look so good? What was the secret? Special pins? A certain shampoo, maybe? She had to know!
Then she looked at the mess around her, pins and bands scattered everywhere, and felt embarrassed. Someone like this would probably think her problem was silly. But the lady didn't look like she was laughing. And she clearly knew her way around a brush. If Gigi didn't ask, she might never get another opportunity like this.
"You-" Her voice squeaked, and she took a moment to settle herself. "You have very pretty hair. How do you work with all of it?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 8:44 pm
Noel was taken aback. It wasn't what she was expecting the filly to say. "Erm..a lot of practize...much much practize...moi 'az 'ad eet sinze moi waz ze tiny, zo I kept dozing and dozing and zen one day, moi iz noticing zat it non longer took hourz to do moi'z 'air and now only takez half of ze hour. " Feeling something under her hoof, she lifts it and realizes she'd been standing on a thick hair band. It was then she noticed all the different clips and pins and hair bands scattered everywhere and the hairbands around the filly's wrist. "Uhm..vous are knowzing..zis iz non a proper mirror no..?" Noel pointed to the shop window. "Vous can non make up ze 'air if vous non can zee.."
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 8:56 pm
For a moment, Gigi was concered that she had been too blunt. Maybe this mare didn't want to share her beauty secrets with everyone who asked. Or, she thought as she listened, maybe there was no trick. If it took as much practice as all that, there was no way she'd be able to do it. Manestyling was nice, but it wasn't the only thing that Gigi was interested in. Not even close.
Still, she was interested, and she did want to know more. It seemed like she was doing everything wrong. She looked into her makeshift mirror again and wondered if she was being teased. "I know it's not a real mirror, but I wanted to try something before I forgot." Ideas were constantly flying in and out of Gigi's mind, and she hated losing them. "I... I thought it was good enough."
That, apparently, was her first mistake. The lady was right; Gigi couldn't see as well as she needed to in order to do a fancy style like the one she was attempting.
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 9:13 pm
Noel smiled. She knew that feeling, the moment inspiration struck and how you had to capture it before it ran off. "Vous still haz the ztyle in ze mind oui? Keep et zere, conzentrate to keep eet en vous 'ead." The pegasus stood down and scooped up all the hair accessories and dumped them into her saddle bag, then beckoned the filly with her hoof. "Come come, over 'ere. Be keepzing ze ztyle in vous 'ead!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 9:28 pm
The lady spoke in a kind of weird way, but she seemed nice enough. At least, she hadn't laughed yet. Gigi nodded and focused on the style she wanted: a spiral, just like the cinnamon buns, that showed off the different colors in her mane. Not that concentrating alone would do much. It wasn't as though Gigi had magic. But then, neither did this mare, and she seemed to do well without it.
She almost protested when her accessories were swept up, but held her tongue. They weren't doing her much good right then. But maybe, if she followed, she could learn a thing or two about using them.
"I'm coming," she called, trying to fix the picture in her mind. Spiral bun, spiral bun, spiral bun...
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 9:44 pm
Noel guided the filly a couple doors down to a hat shop, opening the door, she greets the shop keeper and points to a full length mirror standing next to a couple of mannequin. "Try again ze ztyle in your 'ead." The mare stands to the side to watch the filly, a small smile on her lips but a attentive look in her eyes.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 6:25 pm
It was hard to follow while focusing on a picture in her head. Gigi nearly bumped into other phonies twice as she tried to keep her attention on the style. She was just aware enough to notice that she was being led into a hat shop, and wondered why. This was no time for a hat! She wanted to style her mane, not hide it.
Then she was placed in front of a mirror, and things became somewhat clearer. "Ohhh," she murmured, looking at her reflection. Her hair was a bit disheveled from her many attempts. The first thing to do was to shake the worst of the tangles out, she decided. Then, carefully, she took her mane by the tips and began to roll.
She had only gotten halfway when the next problem reared its head. Because she started from the side, the bun was ending up over her ear instead of in the center of her head. That would just look silly. But when she tried to move it over, it created an ugly bulge on one side. "Why won't it look right?" she demanded, dropping her work again. "It's supposed to go in the middle, but I can't reach!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 2:45 am
"Ouii...Moi zeez.." Noel came up behind Gigi, taking the brush out of her bag and combed the filly's mane out. She thinks she could see what she was trying to do, and she could see several problems with it. "Firzt zing, vous zhould alwayz bezing bruzhing out ze mane every attempt. If eet iz mezzy to ztart eet will be mezzy done.." Noel picked up a few of the bobby pins that Gigi had and bit the ends to hold them while her hooves tucked and rolled and in only a few minuets, the mare had accomplished the style the filly had begun. She began pinning it into place. "To be makzing ze middle iz a lot of practize. Eet iz of courze eazier to do zo on otherz....alzo ze problem iz alzo zat vous mane iz far ztill too zhort for ze ztyle to work right." She pointed to all the places she had to pin, and explained how she had to modify some of the rolling to accommodate the short hair. "Ze firzt zing iz to praztice ze ztyle till eet iz parfect..zen try eet on vous. Come come.." Noel did something she rarely did. Pulling pins out of her tail, the full length of it slowly unwinding onto the shop floor. Pinning it up was easy and didn't let it drag. She draped her tail over Gigi's lap. "Now, try ze ztyle again..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 10:56 am
It was hard for Gigi to sit still when all she wanted to do was rage up and down the store, dramatically tossing her mane and bemoaning how everything was against her. Only her strong desire to be a lady held her in place. Ladies, she knew, did not throw temper tantrums. And as she sat there, she realized that it really felt nice to have her mane handled by someone who knew what they were doing. All of her tugging and twisting had given her a headache. Now, it began to flow away with the soft strokes of the brush, leaving her mind feeling somewhat clearer.
Always brush before trying again. Okay, she could do that. Practice, of course. She'd been trying to do that. It wasn't her fault that her mane kept misbehaving. Gigi did her best to keep track of all of the places she was supposed to pin, and how she needed to change the design a little. That was clever. She never would have thought of that.
She automatically went "oooooooooh" again as the lady's beautiful tail was placed in her lap, and she had to try very hard not to stroke it like it was a pet. Instead, she glanced up at her reflection again. This time, she was calmer. Her mane was neatly brushed out. She had great advice on where to pin and how to roll. All that was left was to do it.
Slowly, she took her mane again and began rolling. It felt like she needed extra hooves to do everything. How was she supposed to hold the style in place and pin it at the same time? Carefully she tried balancing it in one hoof, then blindly reached out for a pin. If she tilted her head to see where they were, she would drop everything and have to start over again! "I can't see, where's the..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 1:25 pm
Noel tutted and picked up pins, handing one to the filly. "Keep zem bezing in good reach! Ezther clip zem to zomething on vous like ze sleeve or szarf. Moi keepz zem in moi's teeth. Juzt bitingz on ze tippy tipz to have zem cloze."She pinned Gigi's mane back up and had the filly sit. "'ere, vous shall bezing try on moi's tail. Vous can zee everyzing vous do. After vous 'ave done ze ztylingz, vous can be able to vizualize eet when dozing eet to vouszelf. Vouz 'oovez will bezing able to remember where ze rollz go and where ze pinz go. Come come.." she waved her hoof to her tail.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 1:09 pm
Gigi wasn't wearing anything with sleeves, nor was she wearing a scarf. And the thought of holding pins in her teeth made her giggle. She would probably look silly if she tried that! But then, if such an elegant mare did it, and nobody laughed at her, maybe she could do it too. It would, she thought, help to have the pins so close at hoof.
She took the one that was passed to her and jabbed it where she thought the first pin was supposed to go. But before she could reach out for another, she could feel others being expertly placed, keeping the bun from falling out. She held her hair up until she was certain it was secure, then let her hoofs down and looked in the mirror again. And gasped, because somehow, in some way, the style had come out exactly the way she wanted it to.
"It's perfect! How did you know how to do it so quickly?" Turning her head to examine every angle of her new do, Gigi felt just a little bit proud. Even though she hadn't been able to get her hair up by herself, she had still thought of a style that worked. That was a sign that she was on the right track! All she needed was some more practice, and, and...
And the thought of potentially messing up her teacher's tail horrified her. "What if I tangle it? Or pull too hard? I don't want to hurt you, not after all the things you did to help!"
Astraea Pandora Many sorries for the big delay! D:
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:26 am
"Pah!" Noel scoffed. " Zhort of pullzing all zee 'airz out, zere iz nozthing vouz can be dozing to moi'z mane zat moi cannon being to fix." Noel settled comfortably on the floor. "Now, relaxing vouz-zelf and be beginning." She looked at the filly expectantly, but with a warm smile on her face. She was eager to see if Gigi could pick up the basics quickly.
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