muse

Fact: I hate special orders. I say I don't do them, but truth is: sometimes I do. ........woman comes into the shop. 'has a request. i say o.k. 'cause she is a wonderful one, in all ways. Days follow and I do what I do : over-think, obsess. But then, something happened: because of the person involved, I began to think of her more as a muse ! Garment followed garment. It began to be fun ! and she loved them.