Late at night, under the kerosene lamp, the mother and daughter studied together in front of the cutting album. Although my mother's hands are rough, she can still thread the needle and thread neatly. By the time the first ruffled dress took shape, the roosters had already begun to crow.
On the day of the market, Song Qinghuan hung the skirt on a bamboo rack, put on the sample herself and stood in front of the stall. The bright colors and unique tailoring immediately attracted the crowd. Several young girls wore skirts and chattered: "Is this brought back from Shanghai?"
