
Two garments with the same embroidery came into this room today. Neither one passed through my hands, which is the funny part.
You take quite an interest in other people's stitching, Madame.
I think I know whose those two are...
One pass with the tape measure, and the measurements come out along with the secrets.

Two garments with the same embroidery came into this room today. Neither one passed through my hands, which is the funny part.

An old hair ribbon turned up at the bottom of the mending box. It's the first time in this trade anyone's turned down my offer to make a new one.
1 more here. They open when your story reaches stage 2.
Into the storyTwenty-two winter gowns on order, and nineteen of them are aimed at the same seat on the same day. This is the season when a seat gets tailored before the dress does.

A dried iris fell out of the lining of a coat brought in for mending. Putting a flower in the lining of a man's coat has never once been the fashion in this palace.
The one who came in to have his glove size retaken kept pulling his hand back out of sight. My business is measurements, not trembling, so I let it go unseen.

Garden walks have been suddenly common these past few weeks. Even in a season that leaves water stains on a hem, everyone insists on walking by the water.
A client left mourning measurements with me today, ahead of time. And no one has died yet.