It was a typical day at the prestigious Fashion Week in Paris, with models strutting down the catwalk, designers flaunting their latest creations, and photographers clicking away to capture the perfect shot. But amidst all the glamour and sophistication, one model stood out from the rest.

Her name was Colette, a stunning beauty with a quick wit and a penchant for getting into trouble. She was known for her fiery personality and her ability to make even the most mundane outfit look like a million bucks.

As she stepped onto the catwalk, the audience gasped in awe. She was wearing a stunning dress, designed by the famous French couturier, Pierre Cardin. The dress was a masterpiece of silk and lace, with intricate embroidery and delicate beading.

But as Colette began to strut her stuff, it became clear that something was amiss. The dress seemed to be… moving. At first, it was just a slight flutter of the hem, but soon the entire dress was billowing behind her like a giant parachute.

The audience gasped in shock as Colette continued to model the dress, completely unaware of the commotion she was causing. The dress was getting bigger and bigger, threatening to engulf her entirely.

Meanwhile, backstage, the designers were frantically trying to figure out what was going on. "Mon dieu!" Pierre Cardin exclaimed. "It’s not supposed to do that!"

The models’ assistants were scrambling to get Colette off the catwalk before she got buried under the massive dress. But Colette was having none of it. She continued to strut her stuff, completely oblivious to the chaos she was causing.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Colette reached the end of the catwalk and turned around to strike a pose. The dress exploded behind her in a burst of silk and lace, leaving her standing there in her underwear.

The audience erupted into applause as Colette laughed and took a triumphant bow. The designers were mortified, but even they couldn’t help but crack a smile.

As it turned out, the dress had been accidentally treated with some sort of magic fabric softener that caused it to grow to epic proportions. It was a good thing Colette had such great legs – she needed them to hold up that massive skirt!

From that day on, Colette was known as the queen of fashion disasters. And Pierre Cardin made sure to use only regular fabric softener in his future designs.

Written in response to simply six minutes, a prompt hosted by Christine.

https://christinebialczak.com/2024/06/11/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-06-11-2024/

2 responses to “Oh look at that dress? Simply six minutes 11th June”

  1. newepicauthor Avatar

    I loved your funny story, Carol Anne.

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    1. Carol anne Avatar

      Hahaha thanks Jim!

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