Okay. Blue, ocean blue, sky plue, powder- why the Hell do there need to be so many damned shades?!
As though a headache had started to burn at her temples, Doctor Powell raised a finger to gently rub her head. This was, she thought with a large injection of annoyance, something that could have been put off.
To Doctor Powell, clothes shopping was like a dreaded chore for Kine: food shopping, washing plates and cutlery and the like. It had never beeen something she took particular pleasure in: clothes were a necessary part of wandering around out doors, functional not fashionable.
She was well aware that her hatred of the damned task stemmed from her mother's insistence on staying with the fashions of the time. Considering the place that her family had once held in society, this was hardly shocking. And yet, the good doctor had detested it, and still held that hatred long after her Embrace.
Moving to Sacramento, joining in at Court, meeting other Kindred...it had prompted her to actually broaden her wardobe horizons. She certainly had no intentions of going the "wear it once and never again route" - how horrendously wasteful; but perhaps she could choose a couple of choice things to ensure she fit in a little better.
Lord knew, she was running out of items.
Fortunately a couple of clothes shops were open late, and it gave her the opportunity to slip in once darkness had fallen. Had that not been the case, clothes shopping would definitely have had to wait - what else would she have done? Shopped online?
As if sensing her inner turmoil, a sales assistant braved the scent of blood and disinfectant to approach Doctor Powell. No doubt she assumed a medical worker had just gotten off shift - and at least attempted to cover the smell, with a little perfume.
"Can I help you with anything, ma'am?"
Lost in her own world, the good Doctor turned around a good few seconds after the younger woman had actually spoken. "Hm? Oh, no. Thank you." The frown on her face must surely have suggested a little white lie. Too distracted to consider the possibility of rudeness on this occasion, Josephine returned her attention to the dress.
Black? Anything goes with black. White, green, orange, a shade of unadventurous.
It was with a jolt of surprise that Doctor Powell realised she had only been in the shop for ten minutes. Good Lord, this was torturous