Dress Making in Canterbury
Dress makers, Pattern Cutters, Designers, and Textile Designers (et al) are people with nimble fingers and agile minds. Transforming visions into innovative stories. Spoken through a combination of style with quality. They are equipped, with a certain expertise, monumental perseverance, and plenty of patience. Remaining unmatched by the several professions, so are beyond their measure. In today’s buzz word, you can but, describe them as Creators, constructing ideas into beautiful, and functional objects.
Often, they were understated, and derided for years, through the portrayal of derogatory, and negative labels, which summed them up, and their profession, in a charechitured light: The Dress maker, as the ‘frail little old lady, bent over a Singer sewing machine, – and the tailor, ‘the frail little old man, with measuring tape around his neck, wearing round glasses, and a balding head’. – I’m not going to mention the spinster on the spindle, spinning yarn.
But now, they are rightfully hailed as Icons, and an inspiration to all. Their cloths, a figure of dreams and are a desire to wear, of many. But regretfully to most, they are out of the general’s reach. And what’s comforting many, and the likes of me is knowing that the rightful recognition of their status, is in the Title that has finally acknowledged the talented creators and constructers that they are. A view, which the mojarity have awoken to, and about which I am particularly happy. All that’s left to do is, superimpose that dead withering label , the ‘…little old lady……’ with The Seamstress, and the ‘…..little old man’ with, the Master Tailor, removing it for ever from total view. Better fitting, I think. Even though in essence, a label remains unattractive. In this case, at least it’s positive, and I like the names.
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