I was up super early on Sunday. I swept Gummy up and gave him a huge hug, giggling.
“It’s the day, Gummy!” I squealed. “I’m going to find out who my secret admirer is!”
Gummy didn’t say anything. He’s always so stoic, but I could tell he was happy for me. He’s so easy to read to me, probably as easy as books are to Twilight. Maybe even more so.
There was so much to do! I set Gummy down and skipped over to my closet, flinging the doors open and started rifling through the various things I had there.
Blue dress? No, the note said my admirer would be wearing blue, and I didn’t want to seem like I was copying.
Hmm. Pink dress shirt and jeans? No, too casual.
The sound of hangers scraping across the bar in my closet filled the room as I kept flipping by various outfits. Last year’s Fall Formal Gown? No, the boots that went with it looked ridiculous to me now. Why had I thought they looked good again?
Chicken costume, my work uniforms, the dress from that fundraiser concert at Camp Everfree, a suit that I had never worn, a jacket that I borrowed from Sunset - oooh, I should probably return that Monday - and just so many other options I felt overwhelmed.
I sat on the bed and stared. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was so nervouscited I could barely think. Nothing in the closet would work! I also remembered that I had a dresser of things to consider as well. I tossed my hands up and flopped backwards with a groan.
The jostling of my bed made my phone flop off the mattress and I glanced at it and had an amazing idea. I snatched it up and pulled up Rarity’s number. It wasn’t until it was ringing that I remembered what time it was.
“For the sake of everything good, Pinkie,” Rarity grumbled into the phone. “This had better be important.”
“It is, Rarity,” I said. “It’s super-duper important!”
“It isn’t another matter of pie filling to match one of my designs, is it?”
“No, silly,” I giggled. “I already know to use peaches for your debut parties. Except for your pie, because you’re allergic to peaches, so I use apricots instead.”
There was a sound on the other end of the line, one that sounded like a hand hitting a forehead. “To the point, Pinkie,” she groaned. “Please?”
“I need your help picking out something for a special occasion later today,” I told her. “Its super-duper important that I wear the right thing.” I smiled. “And I don’t know anyone better at fashion than you.”
The silence on the line stretched out for a minute before she sighed. “I’ll be over…”
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” I said, glad she had decided to help.
“…after I get another hour or two of sleep and something to eat. I’ll be there at noon.” She sighed. “Good bye, Pinkie.”
“Bye Rarity!”
“Hello, darling,” Rarity cooed as she swept into my room, every hair perfectly in place in a way that I envied sometimes. My curls were perky and fun, but sometimes I envied the sleek waves she could get without effort.
Well, not totally without effort, but if I took the time to completely recount what she did, we’d be here past my picnic date time.
“Hi Rarity!” I said, leaping forward to hug her, though I spared her the same force I usually did in my hugs. “I really, really, really appreciate this!”
Rarity pulled her way out of my embrace and tuned to my closet. “Let’s see what we have to work with,” she drawled as she opened my closet. “I believe you said it was going to be a picnic date?”
“Yup!” I squealed. “At three! She said she was going to wear blue.”
“Hmm,” Rarity hummed as she ran her hands over the edges of the clothes, her eyes half-lidded. “Then it wouldn’t do to be wearing something that would clash, would it? And I do think the weather is simply too nice to cover up with anything too bulky.”
As she started pulling out and considering items, she continued to speak about drape and texture and all sorts of things that I really didn’t understand. What did curtains have to do with clothes? A couple of dresses landed on the foot of the bed, jolting me from my thoughts.
“Well, then,” she declared, setting a few pairs of boots down and sitting down by my desk.
“Shall we get started?”
I looked at the last dress and frowned.
“Is that mine?” I asked. I don’t really remember owning something like that. It was so…simple.
“Yes,” Rarity, said, crossing her legs. “I found it had slipped from a hanger and was behind some of your shoes. You should really clean your closet out more often. Did you know you had a purse from three years ago?”
“I didn’t know I had something like this.” I picked it up and held it against myself and glanced in the mirror. The soft sky blue of the dress has a few bits of soft white lace on the shoulders and hem, giving a bit of breathability to the dress. It was cinched in around the waist and was ankle grazing, but even with the rather form-fitting cut, it was still loose in the top. I sighed.
“I guess no cartwheels in this, huh?”
Rarity smiled.
“I would suggest you refrain from them, it you can.”