The hidden perfection and the legacy of the valuable years

In the world of tailoring, there is much more than just fabrics and seams, because profound human fates and unimagined secrets are hidden behind every fitting. Whoever accompanies people as tailors for many years will inevitably become a silent observer and guardian of life stories spread out between the walls of the dressing rooms and living roomsbecome. This story is about a special client, whose external appearance initially suggested a certain seriousness, but whose inner being was characterized by a touching, almost fragile devotion to a past love. It is a consideration of how clothing and accessories become bearers of memories and how the transience of life itself in thethe most precious materials leaves their unmistakable traces. The portrait of a woman who lived in the shadow of an unfulfilled longing and yet still retained his own, stillness is drawn through the lens of a handicraft confidante.

The enigmatic distribution of physical abundance

Human anatomy always has a fascinating and multi-layered interplay of physical advantages and inevitable disadvantages, similar to a modern security pillow that saves lives in the absolutely ideal moment, but in the worst case does completely unexpected and tragic damage. Our own body forms upholstery in some places, theThe viewer is not directly aware of the benefit, although a pronounced buttocks may well remain within the framework of the tolerable. Sitting is undoubtedly more comfortable on soft surfaces, which explains everyday observation that slim people in cinemas feel uncomfortable after a short time, while well-padded contemporariescan eat meals in peace. Plenty of bust sizes also have a certain biological justification, be it with regard to the later nutrition of the offspring or as an unmistakable biological signal for the opposite sex. Even a certain abdominal circumference could theoretically serve to protect the internal organs, although this assumption is little on a closer lookAppears in a conclusive manner, since nature, as is well known, has provided bony reinforcements in the form of ribs.

The Secret of Harmonious Weight Gain

If you imagine that the human hull was equipped with a second bony protective armor instead of a soft belly, tedious physical exercises would have been completely superfluous from the outset. But why the thighs, upper arms, cheeks and backs, even the neck of some people, gain in size, remains one of the unresolved secrets of thenatural creation. Blessed may undoubtedly be the one whose weight gain is progressing in a harmonious and even ratio over the entire body. A not to be underestimated advantage of this steady development is that the process is slow enough to delay the immediate confrontation with critical remarks of the world. ifa person has increased proportionately in all places in the course of their lives, perhaps a little more in some areas, but always fairly distributed, then they undoubtedly belong to that widespread and yet often misunderstood category of the plump people.

The tailor as the silent observer of human destinies

The long professional activity in the field of fashion has made me known exactly this physical type with countless women, which makes the selection of a suitable main character a real challenge for this consideration. Anyone who has been given double consideration in the distribution of physical characteristics in almost all places and retains this principle when eating, must notWonder when life ends up giving him a corresponding abundance. But the real miraculous and the deeper truth about this figure type is that a perfect soul slumbers under the lush outer shell. Perhaps it is a gracious addition of advancing age that this inner perfection is hidden under the skin that has become a little too wide and incalm may develop. The lady who is to be reported here embodied exactly this picture, because although she had plenty of everything, at the end of her heart she would have been much less satisfied and happy with her heart.

The intimate connection between Schneider and customer

The special thing about this craft profession is that clothes are worn by people who open their hearts and souls wide in moments of fitting. As soon as the outer covers of trousers and skirts are removed, a special connection is created between the tailor and the customer, sometimes familiarizing himself with a long-standing family doctor or a sensitive therapistresembles. Countless personal stories and deeply kept secrets find a safe haven in this protected environment and are in good hands there. These people and their shared experiences with them live on in complete anonymity in my memory, since I am putting small, lasting monuments from words for them through my records. This recorded in writingStories are an expression of my deep affection and my undivided appreciation for the lives entrusted to me.

The ambience of the past decades

Not all of the customers at the time who asked for tailor-made productions had considerable financial resources, which is why some had to think carefully about the material from which their textile dream should be realized. The protagonist of this story had already arrived well in the seventh decade of life at our first meeting and presented himself as onetruly stately appearance. She wore her hair in a highly-coated hairstyle, shining in a pearly-grey tone with a light purple shimmer, which was still vaguely reminiscent of a past blonde. This color was also her absolute favorite color, because she lived in and with the same tone that was neither clearly blue nor gray, neither light nor dark, which on the one handA grandmother recalled, but on the other hand also promised girly lightness. Although this violet shade made her look much fuller than she actually was, it still suited her well, even though violet, like so many things in her life, wasn’t the perfect companion.

The preserved world of a lonely woman

She lived in a small but extremely well-kept apartment, where all the furnishings had been purchased in the late 1970s. The ambience did not look stylish in a modern sense, but presented itself as the bourgeois variant of mediocre quality that breathed the charm of days gone by. It was strongly reminiscent of aYouth room from that era that, so to speak, became independent and gradually conquered the entire living space. One had the impression that a fourteen-year-old had suddenly been left alone in nineteen-five-fives in the year and then spread her youthful empire across the entire apartment. However, her wardrobe was perfectly sorted and with the greatestCareful care, everything around them seemed to be preserved for eternity.

The casket of hidden memories

The perfectly flattened bed linen in your closet served as a protective wall for your most valuable possession, a pale blue velvet box with reinforced corners made of gold-colored metal. A small ruby-red enamel padlock adorned this box, reminiscent of a childish treasure chest than a dignified jewelry box. Looking back, I have to admit that INever liked sitting in their bedrooms with ladies and letting me show their personal treasures. Such situations always had a bit deeply intimate, often came too close to me, since I never wanted to be an ally in that game of flaunting. Jewelry caskets require intimacy and I can’t sit well on a patterned bedspread, look at jewels andAcknowledge this, since jewelry should either be worn to everyone’s delight or on display in showcases.

Thoughts on heritage and transience

Jewelry should be kept well protected in boxes and cases and should make the wearer happy, whether he is worn on his neck or only exists in memory. The often heard saying that a piece of the mother’s heirloom often fills me with sadness, since something from the inheritance inevitably means that a loved one had to die. Why people like thatI am very incomprehensible to inherit material goods, since I just want to live with the people I love, as long as possible. If the last thing that reminds of a loved one is only his material legacy, this can not really bring joy. There are countless sad stories of people who are bettershould mourn the loss of a relative instead of undoing themselves in bitter inheritance disputes.

An afternoon full of fragrance and rustling

My client lived in violet, completely alone and caught in the memories of yesterday, because I never met a woman who was so much in the past again. The actual order turned out to be the reworking of an old coat during the home visit, combined with the hope of re-made a lilac dress. Usually I have suchNever accepted orders, but this one afternoon has burned into my memory forever. First there was the beguiling scent of her perfume, which was called Mitsouko, and the quiet rustling of the folded tissue paper has remained in my hearing to this day. The memories packed in small boxes were neatly stowed away, and the lines of theSenders testified to the immense importance of these little messages and the power of words that echoed like an echo in it.

The silent witness of a past love

Perhaps life on that day had only sent me to this place for one reason, namely to serve as a silent admirer and contemporary witness for the abundance and affection she may have received in the form of jewelry. There was something deeply touching, as she was in her fairly distributed abundance, dressed in bodice and a simple shirt, all the doors of herto take a reminder to let me participate in it. How she could trust me so much was completely incomprehensible to me at the time, and I wondered where she had only learned to trust so unconditionally. I’m certainly the type of person who likes to tell and is described as quite communicative by others, but I know exactly when I’m listening and room for themust give stories of the other person. It is of the utmost importance to give people the time they need to open their hearts and also have the opportunity to process their lived lives.

The lettering of a hidden lover

My customer opened her boxes and caskets and read to me from the little greeting cards that had been attached to the inside of the lids with tacks. The man who called himself Walter had a curved and neatly readable writing, a typeface that I only know from women. I immediately thought that these notes never came from a mancould have been written, but the reality was different. Walter had been the great love of her life and had stopped abruptly in the late 1980s to send her note and packages as his life ended in a serious car accident in the Dolomites. When you spoke the name of this mountain, it sounded like this place was the most abominable on theall over the world, because for them it was not just a ridge in Italy, but the end of a great era, the descent of which she had to go alone.

The Divided Heart and the Eternal Waiting Position

Mr. Walter had probably loved my client very much, but she inevitably had to share his affection with another woman who, unlike my client, had no idea of her husband’s double life. Being a mistress is like being in a part-time job with a full-time job, while being a wife and mother is a full-time job with a part-time job as well.the only commonality in the lives of these two women was and remained the same man who had furnished her with that small apartment in the seventies. Probably at the same time he had bought a bedroom for one of his four children, whose handwriting was hardly different from the style of my client’s apartment, a girl’s room for eternity.Her own eternity was to love him for life, even beyond his death, as the Dolomites had put a line through her life plan, which would surely have ended in separation from his rightful wife.

The draughty reality at the reception

She told with such respect about the man who gave her gifts that I was already inclined to like him, even though he was not a hero, but rather a coward who had been knocked out of a corner by life. Like her, he had a few pounds too much on his ribs, and that already in the year nineteen hundred and seventy-eight, whereby he was probably very often on the hearty roast porknibbled and struck hard at the economic miracle. The good part-time man had furnished the apartment, but the rent for the small residence had to pay for the heart of his affection herself by working in the company of her lover at the reception. This was not only very draughty, but certainly not edifying, since at least at work none of thesilent consent was allowed to know what the maximum punishment for a mistress was. He had arranged small signs with her so that she could be sure of the reception of his unconditional affection by always giving her a formal good morning.

Saying goodbye to golden memories

Unfortunately, I could not stop myself when she suggested that I pay for one of her jewellery items to have a dress and this coat reworked, as Walter’s twentieth anniversary of death was approaching. Whether it was because of her pleading gaze or because of my general philanthropy, Walter or the memory of a drafty reception, I ultimately said yes to thisThe German word for draughty is not so apt in any other language, because we Germans always have it draughty and never want to sit in a place that pulls. Maybe sitting on the train or in draughty places is something very German that connects us all, while in other languages it is only described as a little cool or windy. Her blue velvet box housed aVariety of boxes of large brands as well as black velvet cases with gold print by Italian and French jewellers containing pearl necklaces, ear clips with sapphires and a considerable number of brilliant rings.

The sobering truth behind the splendor

The design of this jewelry was idiosyncratic and out of fashion, but some of the stones were of a remarkable size, which initially amaze and at the same time made me embarrassed. I was amazed to see the little notes revealing the stories of a love affair in a ruthlessness and directness that radiated so much intimacy and familiarity. Sometimes that tellsHis secrets live in small, worn notes, held in the hands of a woman sitting on patterned bed linen in panties and proudly claiming that her lush shapes never bothered him. Walter was very generous, at least as far as the jewelry was concerned, but he was moderately generous for life planning, because he was a lifetime to wait for the decision toBeing made part-time lover to full-time wife is apparently no pleasure. The silver medal is not a substitute for the golden one in love, and sitting on a bed full of gold jewelery doesn’t always mean being on the podium.

The Go to Jeweler and Revelation

Her old-age provision was her jewelry treasure, Walter’s supposed legacy, and it must be very shameful to sit at the reception as a widow, while the succession is regulated upstairs. All that was left for her was a look at the boxes and the endless reading of the intimate lines, as well as an anonymous flower greeting on his grave, which was only allowed to find its place when everyone else had left.But it probably soon read for her, since she obviously didn’t need me as a tailor, but as a confidante to sell the jewelry hers was. If needle and thread can’t contribute to happiness, I’m happy to offer heart and mind, shoulder and warm hand, which is why we set off together to sell what she loved.She needed money and had to break away from part of the golden memories, which had something depressing for me that day, to accompany a stranger to an actually stranger and to sell his memories.

The end of an illusion and a new beginning

All the boxes with their golden inscriptions had in fact only been original packaging for his wife’s jewelry, because he had only bought costume jewelry for his beloved. He had this costume jewelry packed and labeled in the original packages, which would explain the feminine handwriting on the slips of paper, as they were exquisite copies of the originals. suchCopies are often worn by wealthy ladies, while the real jewelry stayed safely in the lockers and safes, which aptly described the term travel jewelry. This word hit her and knocked her off the track like Walter once did, but the coat got a new lining and I put a dress with it, of course in violet. I never have an invoice for herWritten, I just forgot it and I hope Walter was forgotten on a draughty cloud, and if there’s a rebirth, I wish him a good time at some drafty reception.