18th of Summer, 514 AV
Piraen kept his head down, and his eyes focused. He was hunched over his newest commission as he worked at a steady pace. Recently, he had realized that he needed to step up his game. If he wanted to own his own business, he would have to be able to sew together simple garments first. He couldn't resize and repair clothes for the rest of his life.
Now, he was completely committed to becoming an expert in sewing and fashion design. He had at least one major job coming up, with another one waiting in the wings. Both jobs would require more skill than he had. How could he make an entire reversible disguise when he could barely construct a shirt?
Today, he was working to change that. As soon as he could, Pi went to the market. He had bought 5 yards of fabric, and ran back to his apartment. Now, he was not going to leave again until he had used up all of the fabric. It didn't matter on what, he was just going to use it.
First on the docket was a small drawstring purse. Piraen had seen a woman at the market using one, and he figured it'd be a nice, simple place to start. Using his arm as a ruler, Pi made a small cut about a foot from the corner of the fabric. He then placed his elbow at the cut, then placed down his arm parallel to the selvage. He cut next to his arm to form a peninsula in the fabric, then quickly snipped it off.
The tailor lifted his square of fabric up to the window, and thought about what to do next. He knew he needed another piece of fabric to sew to this one, but he wondered whether it'd be best to cut it out now or not. If he cut out another square like this one, then he'd be able to lay the two squares of fabric on top of each other and cut them to be the same size. Pi frowned. Seems like a lot of fabric to waste. He looked at the sea of fabric in front of him. He did have fabric to waste . . .
Now, he was completely committed to becoming an expert in sewing and fashion design. He had at least one major job coming up, with another one waiting in the wings. Both jobs would require more skill than he had. How could he make an entire reversible disguise when he could barely construct a shirt?
Today, he was working to change that. As soon as he could, Pi went to the market. He had bought 5 yards of fabric, and ran back to his apartment. Now, he was not going to leave again until he had used up all of the fabric. It didn't matter on what, he was just going to use it.
First on the docket was a small drawstring purse. Piraen had seen a woman at the market using one, and he figured it'd be a nice, simple place to start. Using his arm as a ruler, Pi made a small cut about a foot from the corner of the fabric. He then placed his elbow at the cut, then placed down his arm parallel to the selvage. He cut next to his arm to form a peninsula in the fabric, then quickly snipped it off.
The tailor lifted his square of fabric up to the window, and thought about what to do next. He knew he needed another piece of fabric to sew to this one, but he wondered whether it'd be best to cut it out now or not. If he cut out another square like this one, then he'd be able to lay the two squares of fabric on top of each other and cut them to be the same size. Pi frowned. Seems like a lot of fabric to waste. He looked at the sea of fabric in front of him. He did have fabric to waste . . .