I am on the short side of petite, so clothes shopping is often a problem. But my mother, a gifted seamstress, always came to the rescue with her round, gold sewing tin with the red-and-green, mid-century starbursts on it. She’d instruct me to climb up on the dining room table so she could hem pants that puddled at my ankles and skirts that dangled unfashionably past my knees. These and other alterations—nipping in the waist, adding invisible snaps to unruly blouses, or lifting out wads of shoulder padding—turned my off-the-rack wardrobe into made-to-measure couture tailored just for me.More From Our …read more
Source: The Atlantic
