10 Ymiden, 718
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As if the sun had caused a ray of sunshine to only cast down on her, she figured out that if she were to add another layer of that fabric with the one she had measured, with the same numbers and everything, she could make the dress in an easier way.
Taking the length of the fabric she had pulled out, she cut it by using the shears she had found in the box to do so. Then she measured another sheet of fabric the same way she had with the first and cut it too.
With two sheets of fabric, both the same size due to her wonderful epiphany, she took out the needle and the spool of white thread she had seen in the box and began to get to work.
Tous stuck the thread into the eye of the needle and then stuck the needle into a spot in one of the sheets of fabric. She made sure to go through the other sheet of cotton and back around, tying the two together tightly.
She did this for a few chimes, making sure that all of her pokes and prods ended up in a tight fashion. Soon, the two sheets of fabric were no longer separate, but sewn together by the skill Tous had from her childhood.
Relieving herself of her hunched over position, she observed her work, making sure that she hadn’t double threaded or screwed up in any places. There were no bumps of strange ridges anywhere on the surface.
“That looks like trash,” came a voice that sounded like two rocks knocking into each other.
Turning around, she saw her employer, Eida, walking up to her, another box in her hands. She eyed her boss with both confusion and anger. She thought she had done a good job! Who was this woman to hate her work so soon?
“I don’t understand,” Tous countered, showing her that no errors marred her finished piece.
Taking the thing out of her hands, Eida began to rip out the seams.
“What are you doing?” the young Yludih almost screamed. Realising how immature her outburst was, she softly apologised and let the old woman continue.
“If you want to make something beautiful, you need to make sure you take more time in what you do. Do you think I had a perfect first try?”
“I-“
“No! My mother looked at what I did and told me to do it over again, so I did. I saw that it didn’t look any better. I actually thought it looked very much the same, but you know what she said to me?”
“She-“
“She said that I needed to try it again, so I did. She told me to try it again and again many different times until finally she told me that I was making progress. She never told me she accepted my work, only that I was making progress.”
“I don’t under-“
The woman sighed, cutting her employee off. “I suggest you do this again, only take more time and make sure that you put more heart into it. You have all the time in the world child. That woman isn’t coming back anytime soon and I guarantee that.”
Nodding her head rather quickly, Tous took her work back and resumed taking out the seams the woman had started to do for her. After they were all out, she decided to use the same thread over again to save money.
Looking up to Eida as if for permission, the reply she got was a simple eye roll and the turn of her back. Tous was put to work alone once more and with a new perception on tailoring set in her mind, she began to start over.
Puffing out her cheeks, the redheaded woman delved into the work she had started and had finished, but had been rejected by. She hoped this time it would be better and more acceptable. Tous really didn’t want to have to do it over and over again like Eida’s mother had made her when she was younger.
Tackling the problem at hand posed a bigger issue to the young Yludih than she could have thought it would. She really thought she had done a good job the time before! What had Eida caught that was wrong that she didn’t?
Making sure to line up the measuring tape to both sides of the fabric, she made a mental note in her mind that they were equal. With that out of the way, she went to poke the thread through the eye of the needle again.
This time, Tous made sure to really concentrate on what she was doing. It wasn’t like she hadn’t already made sure to focus her attention on her work before, but just to be careful, she even added concentrated gestures to the mix.
To change her plan of action, she decided to take the two pieces of fabric and instead of poking the needle through them individually like she had the first time, she was going to line them up evenly ontop of each other and sew them together that way.
She did just that, tightening the thread as she went up. She ended up poking her finger twice, drawing blood the second time, but in the end, she observed her final piece with much more satisfaction than she had the first time. She only hoped that Eida would approve.
As if even thinking her name caused her to manifest on cue, the woman appeared out of thin air right behind Tous. Her eyes turned into tiny slits as she scrutinized her employees work, making little clicking noises with her tongue as she did.
A dreadfully long silence passed as Tous waited to see what the conclusion was. She bit her lip in angst and played with her fingers to the rhythm of her heartbeat until the woman set the “dress” down.
“So?”
“So, what?” The woman asked, her lip curling up slightly.
“So, what do you think?” Tous pressed, confused as to why Eida was playing dumb.
Eida shrugged and then walked away, her voice trailing behind her as she said, “The creation is only as good as the creator.”
Tous didn’t know what the woman meant when she said that, but a small pinch in her lower stomach gave her a reason to dislike that remark. ‘The creation is only as good as the creator?’ Did that mean that if it was terrible, she was terrible too?
Stitching her eyebrows together as a small frown appeared on her face, Tous tried to clear her mind and continue in finishing the dress for the woman who had requested it.
By using the wonderful sheers she had found amidst all of the other helpful utensils in the box Eida had brought with her, Tous used them to cut precision amounts of excess fabric off of the clothing, making sure that there were no frayed edges or ridged sides.
After she had done that, she set them down and went back to a picture of the woman she had mentally taken in her mind. She thought that a certain style of dress would look better on her than another would.
With the style holding in her mind, she adjusted what would be the top of the dress, folding the hem over so that it created a sort of “lapel look”. After she had done that, she made another snip with the sheers on the bottom so that a nice accent to the thigh portion would give the woman the “revealing affect” she desired.
A few more adjustments were made and a few measurements were taken both as needed and as an extra precaution. She didn’t want to mess up her first customer’s order! What good would that do her on her first day as a seamstress?
Adding a few necessary things to make the dress seem more genuine and feminine, the woman had arrived back at the stand as soon as Tous had finished.
“Is this my dress?” the lady asked, her striking blond hair now tucked into a bun atop her oval shaped head.
“It is indeed,” the aspiring Yludih replied, handing her work over to the lady.
Looking it over, the woman huffed and paid what Tous thought was a reasonable fee. She would hand it to Eida later, but for now, she just took in the small smile her customer held on her face.
Turning stoic again, the woman nodded her head in approval and took off, leaving Tous alone once more. However, the loneliness she felt wasn’t terrible; in fact it felt nice and it gave her time to soak in everything that had just happened.
She replayed the recent events inside her mind like a play being put on in a theatre. They were both exhausting, yet satisfying and that was all she could have asked for from this day.
“What’s that look for?” an icy voice said from behind the redheaded woman.
Tous whirled around and saw Eida, one of her eyebrows raised slightly higher than the other. She took the money off of the table, where her employee had set it just moments ago.
“Oh, nothing,” Tous told her, her smile disappearing. She hadn’t even known she was smiling until her boss had pointed it out. She must have looked strange. Embarrassed, she blushed, her cheeks turning a dark shade of pink.
“Whatever,” Eida said, her voice not harsh, yet not entirely friendly either. Tous knew she meant no disrespect, but she could have been a nicer woman.
“See if there are any more customers for today and then you can go, alright?”
Tous nodded her head and turned around to face the front of the stand again.
Eida walked off, shaking her head from side to side, a small smile playing across her lips.
Today was and still will continue to be a wild day, but the young Yludih was determined to make the best of it.
Taking the length of the fabric she had pulled out, she cut it by using the shears she had found in the box to do so. Then she measured another sheet of fabric the same way she had with the first and cut it too.
With two sheets of fabric, both the same size due to her wonderful epiphany, she took out the needle and the spool of white thread she had seen in the box and began to get to work.
Tous stuck the thread into the eye of the needle and then stuck the needle into a spot in one of the sheets of fabric. She made sure to go through the other sheet of cotton and back around, tying the two together tightly.
She did this for a few chimes, making sure that all of her pokes and prods ended up in a tight fashion. Soon, the two sheets of fabric were no longer separate, but sewn together by the skill Tous had from her childhood.
Relieving herself of her hunched over position, she observed her work, making sure that she hadn’t double threaded or screwed up in any places. There were no bumps of strange ridges anywhere on the surface.
“That looks like trash,” came a voice that sounded like two rocks knocking into each other.
Turning around, she saw her employer, Eida, walking up to her, another box in her hands. She eyed her boss with both confusion and anger. She thought she had done a good job! Who was this woman to hate her work so soon?
“I don’t understand,” Tous countered, showing her that no errors marred her finished piece.
Taking the thing out of her hands, Eida began to rip out the seams.
“What are you doing?” the young Yludih almost screamed. Realising how immature her outburst was, she softly apologised and let the old woman continue.
“If you want to make something beautiful, you need to make sure you take more time in what you do. Do you think I had a perfect first try?”
“I-“
“No! My mother looked at what I did and told me to do it over again, so I did. I saw that it didn’t look any better. I actually thought it looked very much the same, but you know what she said to me?”
“She-“
“She said that I needed to try it again, so I did. She told me to try it again and again many different times until finally she told me that I was making progress. She never told me she accepted my work, only that I was making progress.”
“I don’t under-“
The woman sighed, cutting her employee off. “I suggest you do this again, only take more time and make sure that you put more heart into it. You have all the time in the world child. That woman isn’t coming back anytime soon and I guarantee that.”
Nodding her head rather quickly, Tous took her work back and resumed taking out the seams the woman had started to do for her. After they were all out, she decided to use the same thread over again to save money.
Looking up to Eida as if for permission, the reply she got was a simple eye roll and the turn of her back. Tous was put to work alone once more and with a new perception on tailoring set in her mind, she began to start over.
Puffing out her cheeks, the redheaded woman delved into the work she had started and had finished, but had been rejected by. She hoped this time it would be better and more acceptable. Tous really didn’t want to have to do it over and over again like Eida’s mother had made her when she was younger.
Tackling the problem at hand posed a bigger issue to the young Yludih than she could have thought it would. She really thought she had done a good job the time before! What had Eida caught that was wrong that she didn’t?
Making sure to line up the measuring tape to both sides of the fabric, she made a mental note in her mind that they were equal. With that out of the way, she went to poke the thread through the eye of the needle again.
This time, Tous made sure to really concentrate on what she was doing. It wasn’t like she hadn’t already made sure to focus her attention on her work before, but just to be careful, she even added concentrated gestures to the mix.
To change her plan of action, she decided to take the two pieces of fabric and instead of poking the needle through them individually like she had the first time, she was going to line them up evenly ontop of each other and sew them together that way.
She did just that, tightening the thread as she went up. She ended up poking her finger twice, drawing blood the second time, but in the end, she observed her final piece with much more satisfaction than she had the first time. She only hoped that Eida would approve.
As if even thinking her name caused her to manifest on cue, the woman appeared out of thin air right behind Tous. Her eyes turned into tiny slits as she scrutinized her employees work, making little clicking noises with her tongue as she did.
A dreadfully long silence passed as Tous waited to see what the conclusion was. She bit her lip in angst and played with her fingers to the rhythm of her heartbeat until the woman set the “dress” down.
“So?”
“So, what?” The woman asked, her lip curling up slightly.
“So, what do you think?” Tous pressed, confused as to why Eida was playing dumb.
Eida shrugged and then walked away, her voice trailing behind her as she said, “The creation is only as good as the creator.”
Tous didn’t know what the woman meant when she said that, but a small pinch in her lower stomach gave her a reason to dislike that remark. ‘The creation is only as good as the creator?’ Did that mean that if it was terrible, she was terrible too?
Stitching her eyebrows together as a small frown appeared on her face, Tous tried to clear her mind and continue in finishing the dress for the woman who had requested it.
By using the wonderful sheers she had found amidst all of the other helpful utensils in the box Eida had brought with her, Tous used them to cut precision amounts of excess fabric off of the clothing, making sure that there were no frayed edges or ridged sides.
After she had done that, she set them down and went back to a picture of the woman she had mentally taken in her mind. She thought that a certain style of dress would look better on her than another would.
With the style holding in her mind, she adjusted what would be the top of the dress, folding the hem over so that it created a sort of “lapel look”. After she had done that, she made another snip with the sheers on the bottom so that a nice accent to the thigh portion would give the woman the “revealing affect” she desired.
A few more adjustments were made and a few measurements were taken both as needed and as an extra precaution. She didn’t want to mess up her first customer’s order! What good would that do her on her first day as a seamstress?
Adding a few necessary things to make the dress seem more genuine and feminine, the woman had arrived back at the stand as soon as Tous had finished.
“Is this my dress?” the lady asked, her striking blond hair now tucked into a bun atop her oval shaped head.
“It is indeed,” the aspiring Yludih replied, handing her work over to the lady.
Looking it over, the woman huffed and paid what Tous thought was a reasonable fee. She would hand it to Eida later, but for now, she just took in the small smile her customer held on her face.
Turning stoic again, the woman nodded her head in approval and took off, leaving Tous alone once more. However, the loneliness she felt wasn’t terrible; in fact it felt nice and it gave her time to soak in everything that had just happened.
She replayed the recent events inside her mind like a play being put on in a theatre. They were both exhausting, yet satisfying and that was all she could have asked for from this day.
“What’s that look for?” an icy voice said from behind the redheaded woman.
Tous whirled around and saw Eida, one of her eyebrows raised slightly higher than the other. She took the money off of the table, where her employee had set it just moments ago.
“Oh, nothing,” Tous told her, her smile disappearing. She hadn’t even known she was smiling until her boss had pointed it out. She must have looked strange. Embarrassed, she blushed, her cheeks turning a dark shade of pink.
“Whatever,” Eida said, her voice not harsh, yet not entirely friendly either. Tous knew she meant no disrespect, but she could have been a nicer woman.
“See if there are any more customers for today and then you can go, alright?”
Tous nodded her head and turned around to face the front of the stand again.
Eida walked off, shaking her head from side to side, a small smile playing across her lips.
Today was and still will continue to be a wild day, but the young Yludih was determined to make the best of it.
