Those of you who knew me well enough know that I like to sew. I like to go to fabric shops, pick out a really ugly piece of fabric and make an awesome dress or skirt out of it. Some of my favorite skirts I made were made out of fabric that I found in the dollar pile.
However I am sad to say that I do not have a sewing machine here. I miss it. So, when I need to get something made or fixed I go to the local tailor/fabric shop. The day this photo was taken KB, AB and I went to the tailor to get KB's new pants hemmed, a nursing wrap copied for a friend, and some pants copied for me. The fabric selection is incredibly limited - like 1/30 of what is at Hancock Fabric (my favorite), but usually what we find will do.
It is a bit chaotic there. They ask me many questions with technical words I do not know, and as soon as I enter I pretty much have to hand AB over to them. They then take her in the room where all the women sew so everyone can look at her. I do not let them do this at restaurants because they try to feed her in the kitchen, but I figure the tailor shop is okay. I once have to physically stop a woman from trying to feed AB a cracker (which she has never eaten and I am unsure of what the cracker is made of). She then tried to push me out of the way so she could feed AB the cracker. I was like, "who's kid is this?" This is part of the culture, but it is without a doubt part of the culture that I dislike very much. You know the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Here they have modified it to, "it takes 12 million people to raise the foreign child...because we are certain that her mother has no idea what she is doing."
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