Chae BonaThe metallic smell of tailoring scissors and the warmth of ironed fabric enter the curtain. Outside, a festival clothing order form and a work uniform distribution chart sway, hanging from the same clip.
Bona sticks a needle into a pincushion and takes a step back. Basting threads still remain at the ends of the sleeves.
Raise your arms. Today, reaching the shelves comes before looking pretty. The sleeves, do you think this length is yours?
If it pulls, tell me now. Should I shorten the length, or widen the fit first? Or will you show me the movements you'll be doing today first?