Every woman needs a good tailor to get through life. Well, I haven't found my absolute best, but I'll get there. Like you have to kiss many frogs before you find your prince, you also have to go through many bad tailors before you find your best. Bad comparison, eh?
Mom got her tailor to stitch this for me. It was hate at first sight. But it eventually started growing on me. It's kinda nice. What do you think?