Outfit Drawing Ideas Novels & Stories

I moved stuff around with my mind. On the other wall were more drawers and two lengths of gold rods; one set a few feet above the other. The top one was appropriately hung with assorted tops while the bottom was full of bottoms. Very efficient, but I had no idea what to pair with what. My usual outfit consisted of jeans and a T-shirt. If I wanted to get creative, I wore a T-shirt with a funny saying written across it. I could really use one of those now. How great would it be to walk into a fairy feast wearing a T-shirt which read: Totally Un-Fey-zed, perhaps with a picture of Tinkerbell meditating?

“What are you working on?” I hesitated for a moment, not sure if he was being serious or just trying to sweet-talk me. He always had a way with words, and I wasn’t about to fall for his charm so easily. Still, I tilted the sketchpad slightly so he could see. “Just some ideas for beachwear. For the kids, and, well… for men too.” His eyes lit up with genuine interest as he studied the drawings. “These are amazing,” he said, sounding impressed. “You’ve always had a talent for this, Vivienne.”

he said, rolling his eyes dramatically. Alexander looked down at the clothing sketches and immediately wondered how Emma would look in the outfit. The design featured a shimmering diamond-silver top paired tightly with a sleek black pencil skirt. His dark eyes narrowed at the intense, sudden notion of the tight garment perfectly framing her delicate figure. "What's wrong, man? You don't like it?" Adrian questioned, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "No, it's alright," Alexander replied plainly, forcing his expression to remain completely neutral. "Just send the outfits to my father's house. The head maid will take care of distributing them."

The thought of her having a boyfriend here makes me more frustrated. With our live fashion show coming up, I need to get my mind off her and focus on work, so I start sketching a new design. The dress I sketch is royal blue, with a fitted waist, and a sweetheart neckline. Both shoulders have small, off-the-shoulder sleeves, and there is a slit over the right leg. The train is a metre long with ruffly ends. I add in final touches before pinning it on my vision board, and stepping back to admire my design. My smile becomes a frown, realising the model in the drawing looks exactly like Zurielle. I cross my arms, agitated.

4 Years ago… In Beau's office were Fress and Beau. Fress sat on a couch chair and chin buried into his hand while Beau sat on the loveseat. In front of them, sprawled out on the table were drawings of designs of different outfits drawn by both Beau and Fress. Fress said, "Alright, we need 2 more designs for the Runway show and then we're done." Beau picked up one of the drawings. The drawing was of a sparkly one shoulder dress that had a tulip skirt. Fress grabbed the drawing from him, looked at it while stroking his chin, and said, "It's a good design, but if we're going to make the dress we need the perfect model to model it."

My boobs aren't small but compared to the females in our family both from my mother and father side, they still need some growing to do but I like them just the way they are. After I'm done with the figure, I begin to sketch the dress design on it. I'm going for a victorian suit blouse and skirt kind of thing so the first thing is my corseted puffed short sleeves suit with buttons on each side starting from below my bust to my middle belly then for the skirt, I draw the length to my mid thigh, after much thought, I decided to leave it as a draped skirt with a little split at the right side. My eyes are beginning to drop so I pause on the drawing and save it in my drafts before I switch off m

" After hanging up, I went to my study table. Taking out my sketch notebook, I started to draw. Whenever my mood was good, I could draw. Unique ideas and themes always filled my head when I felt happy. And tonight also wasn’t any exception. I drew a sketch of beautiful gown. It needed many polishing before starting working on it. But it was better than all the gowns I had drawn before. It was a backless gown with slit on the left side. And this dress, I was designing this for myself. The next day, I woke up when it was about 7.30 am. I slept early yesterday; I didn’t want to have dark circles under my eyes when I had a date with Brandon.

Casual dresses that I can wear for school. I find a set of buttons by the door and click one. 5 draws open and I see an assortment of sunglasses and hats. I press another button and 5 more draws open with an assortment of scarves and some more hats. I press another button and 5 tall draws open with all different kinds of shoes. I press the last button and 4 draws open and it is an assortment of jewelry. I laugh at everything and think to myself I am still 100% going to continue shopping even though It looks like I have everything I could ever need. I just love shopping.

“Then it waits with you.” I slid the dress back into the box, closed the lid, and returned it to the top shelf. The coat I had been searching for was still somewhere behind the other clothes, but it didn’t feel urgent anymore. Later that evening, when Julian was making tea in the kitchen, I opened my sketchbook at the desk. Without really thinking, I began to draw the dress—not exactly as it was, but as I might make it now. The lines were sharper, the color bolder, the stitching less hidden. When I finished, I realized I had turned it into something that could live in my current world without erasing where it came from.

George couldn't imagine what kind of image he would have if he dressed up like him. Sigrid was stunned for a moment and said while laughing, "Oh, well! I'm not asking you to have the same style as him. Just wear the same kind of clothes with different colors." Sigrid also felt a little overwhelmed when she recalled Christin's bright clothes. Christin liked to wear red clothes that must be the most eye-catching ones. He liked to catch others' attention at first glance. "Okay." George tidied up his clothes and felt that this casual outfit felt more relaxed. It seemed more suitable as his daily outfit and was more convenient to wear than shirts and business suits. Thus, he nodded and agreed.