"Mrs. Ferguson! Mother's asking whether you can finish this by next week Monday!"
"Melissa, could you please do this one for me, there's a dear now,"
"Aunty Mel! Please could you complete this one by the day after tomorrow? It's for my school function, you see?"
"Hi, Mrs. Ferguson. Please finish this one by tomorrow."
Questions and water droplets rained down on her as she recalled all the promises she had made while running through the wet, slushy mud. She would most probably regret it, but she had a whole week to complete most of them. Of course, she would have to complete Bernadette's by the next day but she would have quite a lot of time to complete the rest.
By this time, she had reached her small cottage and wrenching open the door handle, she went inside.
In barely a few minutes, she had settled herself down on her cosy armchair and spread out her working materials on the table.
Bernadette had supplied her with some gorgeous yellow taffeta to make a gown for the upcoming party in town. In her opinion, taffeta was a little too fancy but it would do for a gown, she supposed.
She began to sew the main part of the dress, adding on a hem, and almost full sleeves. After around an hour and a half of hard whorl, she had finished the main dress. Now it was time for her favorite part; the decorations.
She took a bunch of yellow ribbons and began to fasten them around the sleeves and collar. She finished the task and then surveyed the dress with a critical eye. It was neat but looked quite plain. Perhaps she would embroider the bottom part of the dress.
Another half hour later, she held up the dress, satisfied. The bottom part of the dress was covered in roses of all colors and deep green leaves. It looked quite pretty without too much frippery, and that was exactly what she liked.
Lily had asked whether she could complete a deep purple frock with lace. She had also wanted something for her hair.
Melissa leaned back and closed her eyes, ideas rushing through her head like a river with a strong current. She sighed in contentment. The life of a webster was peaceful and it was spent making others happy…and that was exactly what she liked.
"Melissa, could you please do this one for me, there's a dear now,"
"Aunty Mel! Please could you complete this one by the day after tomorrow? It's for my school function, you see?"
"Hi, Mrs. Ferguson. Please finish this one by tomorrow."
Questions and water droplets rained down on her as she recalled all the promises she had made while running through the wet, slushy mud. She would most probably regret it, but she had a whole week to complete most of them. Of course, she would have to complete Bernadette's by the next day but she would have quite a lot of time to complete the rest.
By this time, she had reached her small cottage and wrenching open the door handle, she went inside.
In barely a few minutes, she had settled herself down on her cosy armchair and spread out her working materials on the table.
Bernadette had supplied her with some gorgeous yellow taffeta to make a gown for the upcoming party in town. In her opinion, taffeta was a little too fancy but it would do for a gown, she supposed.
She began to sew the main part of the dress, adding on a hem, and almost full sleeves. After around an hour and a half of hard whorl, she had finished the main dress. Now it was time for her favorite part; the decorations.
She took a bunch of yellow ribbons and began to fasten them around the sleeves and collar. She finished the task and then surveyed the dress with a critical eye. It was neat but looked quite plain. Perhaps she would embroider the bottom part of the dress.
Another half hour later, she held up the dress, satisfied. The bottom part of the dress was covered in roses of all colors and deep green leaves. It looked quite pretty without too much frippery, and that was exactly what she liked.
Lily had asked whether she could complete a deep purple frock with lace. She had also wanted something for her hair.
Melissa leaned back and closed her eyes, ideas rushing through her head like a river with a strong current. She sighed in contentment. The life of a webster was peaceful and it was spent making others happy…and that was exactly what she liked.
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