Doing the illustrations for my book has artistically inspired me, challenged me, and taught me not to play it safe. I’m becoming more adventurous in my art and challenging myself to not only to draw things that have fascinated me from afar, but inspired me to explore new avenues in my writing as well.
I’ve always had a naturally curious and inquiring mind. I love doing research and exploring new topics…granted I never imagined that it would lead me to wander down the path of men’s fashion. Okay, okay it’s not really that far off once I stop to think about my interest in fantasy and historical fashion trends…not only for women.
I’m such a nerd for Victorian, Victorian goth, and medieval classic literature, that it’s traditions around folklore, magic, music, and fashion trends truly fascinate me. I’ve found myself exploring these topics and similar topics ever since I was about ten years old. Maybe I truly am an old soul. 😘
Trent stood off in the shadows, he was finding it hard to stay incognito here in the small town of Harmony. Everyone new each other and news of an outsider seemed to spread like wildfire. At his feet Winston began to whimper and wag his tail eagerly to get outside and play.
Trent mumbled “dang mutt,” under his breath, and then quickly cursed himself for using such ribald language towards his sweet and loving best friend. Winston had been his faithful travel companion for the past ten years. He’d found him as a little puppy abandoned and cold strolling through the park looking for shelter and food on Christmas eve.
His frustration quickly melted away as he recalled the memory of that same whimper instantly capturing his heart and bonding him with his new friend. He was an unexpected Christmas miracle that saved his life. Trent had been searching for a place to call home ever since he’d decided he had someone to live for after all.
Losing his family and becoming an unwanted orphan at St. Mary’s all within one week before Christmas had been too much for Trent’s 16 year old self. That is, until he met Winston on his way to jump off the bridge. After all he had no one to miss him or care if he were gone. Shaking off the shadows that seemed to haunt him around the Christmas season, he bent down and caressed Winston’s ears and readjusted his Newsboy cap.
Though ever wishing to blend in as part of a town, Trent and Winston stood out for their vintage style gentleman’s attire. Trent had been mesmerized by vintage gentleman’s attire as a young lad, as his parents were both a part of vintage traveling theater group. The day he decided to live, he decided he was going to be a gentleman’s personal stylist. It was a calling that sparked both his need for creativity, but also his desire to help others feel comfortable and confident inside and out.
Though he was afraid of facing the inevitable stares of the locals, he’d set out to open his first official gentleman’s shoppe. A close friend from his college days had recently moved back to Harmony where he’d grown up and offered Trent a place to stay. They were both young ambitious entrepreneurs with an eye for fashion. It felt good knowing he wasn’t alone, that he had a good friend to help him face the journey ahead.
Trent reattached Winston’s leash and they exited the enclosed gazebo. It had been the perfect temporary oasis to gather his thoughts and courage, but Winston was right, they couldn’t stay in there all night. It was nearly dark out and George would be expecting them.
Realizing he’d forgotten his walking stick, he swiftly turned on his heels, nearly knocking over an elegantly dressed woman and her tiny white dog. Trent instantly stammered his apologies, all the while, he could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. She let out the sweetest giggle, and said, “no worries” smiling cheerfully. Trent averted his gaze and nodded, his cheeks most likely matching the color of her flaming red hair.
A shout out for the Word of the Day Challenge for always alway providing awesome inspiration for creative endeavors!