The gentleman in the apartment complex across from our living room is a tailor. I find this intriguing, maybe because I used to sew my own clothes when I was a teenager.
I was initially curious because of the equipment and supplies on his balcony; it looked like a complete outdoor studio, with a sewing machine and rolls of what looked like fabric.
And then I looked out and saw him sewing different pieces of cutout fabric together and all became clear. I don’t know why but everything about this is fascinating to me. I just wish I could know his full story.
