HABERDASHER - Behind the Story

This one was a challenge. It could have been a descriptive piece, thoughts of how to bring an outsider into a place of colour and texture. Or, it could have been about process, design and build so to speak.

In the end it took itself off into a chance romance story that gave me all sorts of trouble. This is a story I picked up and put down many times.

I own a precious, treasured pair of old, heavy cutting scissors. They were handed down to me from a great aunt who was quite an extraordinary dressmaker. This tale only started to come together when ‘scissors’ appeared from nowhere in this story, and brought great aunt back to me.