fabric love

What is so particular about going to the Tailor with my mom and sister? What is so special about choosing buttons and tassels and ribbons at the fabric accessory store that I imagined to be huge, only to discover 30 years later that it was tiny with barely three shelves? I used to feel we were about to witness the creation of something. But not only that, it was a time out: away from the routine. I loved the tailor and the smell of her house, coffee, and perfume, and needles and relaxed atmosphere. I just loved visiting with my mom: my mom seemed to be so relaxed there. I never visited for me. I was there for my mom’s dress and suit and coat try-outs. We visited many of them. Their names were enchanting, mostly names of flowers. I had so much respect for them: they were creators, and essential elements in my mom’s life, together with the magazines she ordered. I know that if I were to go to a tailor now it won’t be the same.