Of wanting my own dressmaker
I've never been comfortable going to the mall and clothes-shopping. And recently, the feeling has gotten more acute. I am not built like a model. In fact, I'm quite the opposite, short limbs, big arms, not slender form and a belly that cannot be sucked in anymore (this makes me so sad). The frustration resulting from not finding perfectly fitting (and well-made) clothes is quite nagging.
Wouldn't it be nice, I said to my friend one day, if we had our own personal dressmaker like in the olden times? Our clothes would be well-made and tailored to us. I usually don't worry about fashion trends, so having a dressmaker would essentially be having a knowledgeable stylist.
She doesn't really share my enthusiasm because she'd rather have complete control over the style of what she's wearing. That could put her at-odds with her seamstress.
I don't really know any dressmakers here in the U.S. I think I may have made a lot of assumptions of their roles and skills. Although I guessed that employing one would be expensive, I didn't realize that most people who can afford a personal dressmaker are socialites who have money to burn. Ouch.
There goes my fantasy.
