My D.,One of the profoundest experiences I’ve had in KL was to sew a button to a shirt. I spent a full hour poking a needle to that poor, innocent button. Poor innocent button.
It was somehow relieving to discover that (according to this postcard) tailoring is a noble trade, and has been a practice carried on from generation to generation.
I think I even looked like the anonymous tailor in this postcard when I was sewing – glasses on, shirtless, (and butter cookies within easy reach?). Haha.
So much for the things I did without you. May we never be apart for so long again.
xxx Your J. xxx
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