Spring Cleaning

What a mess. Iclyn sighs as she settles onto a stool in her personal studio to begin to braid her hair into a long thick braid while surveying the room. Fabric rolls everywhere, scraps littering the floor, patterns littering a table, mannequins in disarray and she could have sworn she spotted one of her sketchbooks on top of a shelf.

She runs her claws down her dress, shaking head at how she had gotten into a craze trying to make this dress; having seen it only once in a magazine. What was it about clothing that just absolutely drove Iclyn crazed? She had absolutely no idea but she has one problem:
Her studio is a disaster and she needs to start cleaning up so she can reopen to customers again. She does miss tailoring clothing to others.

Iclyn interlinks her claws and stretches them above her head with a soft pop. “Ouch, I’m rather stiff. Well. Let’s get cleaning…”

The petite Nimare hops off her stool and skips off to find her trusty broom to start sweeping the fabric scraps into a pile out of the way.

“...I need to learn to be more organized with my own things” Iclyn groans as she gathers the patterns to put them into a shelf somewhere, promising herself to eventually organize her patterns. She just…had no time to do that just yet.

At least her sketchbooks were well organized by dates and types of contents, that’s something she can be meticulous about along with her fabric rolls which are often organized by fabrics and colors.

“.....I didn’t dust lately did I? Crap” Iclyn eyes several tables collecting dust as she leaves the room to find her duster to clear those out. Can’t have her clients sneezing while getting their outfits tailored to their bodies, yeah?

…It would be fine, right? Right? It’s not like it would be taking her all day to clean up her studio..
Except of course it did. She had to gather her sewing needles, pins, and all little trinkets to put away. Bless her sturdy claws protecting her from their sharp points!

The Beta Nimere exhales a soft sigh as she turns her attention to the pile of fabric scraps on the floor before beginning to gather them into a small bag. She would have to give this to…a friend? Acquaintance? Someone who would use those in their crafts. Those are useless to her as is.

“Woah okay I’m tired now! At least I got this studio all cleaned up~” Iclyn smiles softly to herself “Time to get something to eat then I can open up for the day!” She cheers as she easily run a claw through her long hair, breaking the loose braid apart without any hassle.