A friend of the human female’s is visiting. They’ve been friends for decades, which is mind-boggling. Not in an “Oh, my! How the years have flown!” sort of way, but in an “I can’t believe anyone has known the human female that long and hasn’t run screaming for the hills,” sort of way.
Sigyn is excited to meet this friend. They have a lot in common–they both like to bake, like flowers, like books and cats, and have a penchant for flowery hats.
Recently, this friend has taken a new job, one that involves selling ribbons and folderols, mainly to florists. For the tying of posies, one presumes. She has brought her sample books for Sigyn and the human female to peruse. Faugh! Sounds like a girly evening. I’d take myself off into another dimension and give all the squeeing a miss, but I do like to keep an eye on Sigyn. Very well. I shall stay, but I refuse to be drawn into any discussion of the relative merits of double-faced satin vs. grossgrain. (I am embarrassed I even know those terms.)
The sample books are huge. Here, my love. Let me open that for you.
Sigyn, predictably, has bypassed the rainbow and gone straight for her favorite color.
This page, if I could get rid of all the urply purple stuff, would be just about perfect.
Great Frigga’s corset! Sigyn, I know you like to pet soft things, but the velvetness of this one…
…doesn’t make up for its utter, alarming PINKNESS. For the love of Fenrir, turn the page!!
Augh! This page is no better! My eyes! My eyes!
If you put that in a funeral floral arrangement, it’d wake the very dead.
Hmm. Perhaps that’s its purpose. Fine, then! I shall take a roll of the green, just in case of any future life-threatening mishaps. Or in case I find any good roadkill I wish to reanimate for humorous purposes…
What’s this? Burlap and lace?!
No, and NO, and NO. Loki does not “do” lace. Ladies, it’s all yours. I’m out of here!