Serrah Hawthorne
To say it was a pretty day was an absolute understatement. The sun was high in the sky and the softest of breezes caressed the campers cheeks as they went about their daily business. It was the perfect day to be inpsired and the perfect day to enjoy the outdoors. For a certain camper, it was too good a day to pass up. She usually stayed huddled in the cabin when she was working but with a positive day and attitude she'd dragged her mannequin and her latest creation out to the arts and crafts area and set up with all her fabrics and tailoring supplies.
With a pair of a glasses that helped her see the tiniest of stitches the platinum blonde haired girl weaved a needle and thread through the decorative buttons on her latest creation which by the looks of it was a cross between armor and a jacket. It was black and brown and had several pieces of leather sewn into it in various spots. She was making it for herself because she wasn't much of a fan of her current armor when she was only practicing.
With her eyes focusing hard on the buttons as she stitched them into place she sat up a little bit to use a small towel to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead. Most found her a tiny bit odd. She was a Child of Aphrodite who didn't take much pride in her appearance. Sure, she had plenty of natural beauty but makeup had never touched her skin and her hair was usually hanging about her in a glorious, tangled mess much like it was now. She didn't mind though, this was just the way she was. She WAS a tomboy after all, that much being shown by her bare feet, blue jeans and baggy white t-shirt.
Having finally secured the button she flopped onto the chair next to the mannequin and looked up at it for a few moments. It really was coming along nicely. She'd likely have it done byt he end of the day, though she was regretting building a corset into the midsection, maybe she should let it be a bit baggier rather than form-fitting. She'd never even worn a corset. She set down her needle and thread on the table, the thread was a finely spun thread which was built a little bit stronger than others for the rigors that the outfit would have to endure on a daily basis.