NO BALONEY

She scrambled between the break room and the sewing room, forgetting twice what she had come for and to where it was. Her mind had flipped when an idea a better idea for the dress she was dreaming up came to her mind on a break. They say inspiration can occur at any moment, and hers came in the middle of a disappointing tuna on rye sandwich. 

She just wasn't wowed by what she was doing, almost like she was going through the motions. No spark set her ablaze. So after a particularly awful bit of her sandwich practically enough to have her throw it away, her nose turned up with a sour puss expression. She swallowed it down and looked to the ceiling she saw what anyone else would have seen a darkened watermark from the previous rainy season. Still, at that moment to her, the stain looked like a flower, a flower that she had seen on a pattern that she passed over selecting something more neutral.

She just wasn't excited about what she was working with, and that flower-patterned material was all on its own fabulous. She'd be taking a risk if she switched up her idea now, not knowing if she'd finish in time. Choking down the last bite of her pathetic sandwich became the catalyst that poked her in the backside like a hot brand. She sprung up like a Jack in the box from its box and rushed to the sewing room. 

Other contestants were there working on their own not paying her much mind. She looked for her pattern covered like a needle in a haystack. When she found it, she looked it over and saw what changes to make if she went with the flower pattern, and that made it clear. 

Her eyes darted to the clock like a dart to a dartboard calculating her time remaining. It would be close a man couldn't get any closer with a straight razor shave than she'd be doing to get her creation completed. Yet she wasn't detoured. She jetted to the fabric store and made it back in time as now all the contestants were at work in the sewing room. 

She cut out her material, making sure to measure twice and cut once till what was to be the framework of the dress appeared. She moved like a person possessed working on her dress, seeing it all coming together right before her eyes. Her satisfaction became a glow about her and who knew if she'd win, but at the end of the day, she was pleased and enamored with herself for taking the risk and creating something that made her heart sing.