#seamstrxssed

“On one hand, this whole collab thing is exciting. An opportunity I wanted and wished for, not quite thinking it was prayer worthy, but still really wanted.”

“But on the other this isn’t what I wanted when I started out. I wanted to share how I modified my own things to accommodate and a single mom reached out saying she didn’t know how to sew but her little boy needed shirts. I couldn’t just abandon a child.  So I told her to send the shirts to me she needed fixed, and pictures of how to measure and she was so precise I didn’t have a problem at all. Then she sent me photos saying he loved them, that he’d never had a shirt that fit him and good Lord did I know how that felt to finally have something fit your body the way you really needed it to.” 

Shiloh was pacing as she talked, a careful path around her mannequin that she’d drawn on the back of to replicate the placement and measure of her own wings. There was some fabric pinned to it, but nothing really note-worthy about the material. 

"So I agreed to take a couple commissions, and there’s just so many.” There were definitely a lot, though most of them were almost done just in need of finishing touches or last checks on stitchwork before being packed up and sent off. “It feels like it’d be wrong to close the commissions for a while, but I’m starting to feel like I’m drowning in work. The videos, the sewing, and I haven’t even gotten the time to do my own shirts lately but that’s fine. I’d rather focus on my commissions cause some of them are time-sensitive and I am just so tired.”

Austin was, simply put, way out of his element. Give him a firearm, ask him to spar, or even have him do a waterfall or ladder braid. Those were all things he could do with practiced ease. But this? The wall, despite definitely not being as tall as he felt it was, seemed as it it were twenty feet high and a mile long. Pink packaging, purple packaging, and what the fuck was that thing with the cup?

Of course there was only one other person in this section of the store, and she definitely didn’t look like store staff. He was definitely tempted to just grab something and go but what if Kirsten didn’t like it? He supposed it was better than the alternative, but could he really be sure he’d pick the best option for her?

“Uh, hi.” God this was the most uncomfortable thing he’d ever done in his whole god damn life. “I’m kind of out of my element here. My niece just started... y’know, and uh... I have no idea what to get her. I don’t have the parts to know what’s what. over here” The words, rambling and all, were out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. 

Clint pointed at the coffee table, “I made you that! I know how to use a tape measure.” Though, his stuff was more like carpentry or mechanical repairs. He’d likely get Hli a ton of measurements she wouldn’t need and forget some of the ones she did. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to look through some pictures.

@seamstrxssed​ // random asks (always accepting) 

“So, I never got around to thanking you with more than mac and cheese for fixing the kid up with taking in those shirts and fixingmy other shirt. So, I found that cupcake place you like and I got you a present. It’s a cupcake.” As if she wouldn’t be able to tell from the fact he’d already mentioned the cupcake place. it was even in a box with ribbon on it, the girl working there misunderstanding when Clint had said it was for a friend of his.

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