The tailor of the confiscated fabric came over this weekend. Let's call her B. B. outsources embroidery to a different tailor whose workspace is located somewhere outside of Abuja. Apparently the embroiderer set up in an illegal structure, so when the government came to tear down the shanty, they confiscated all of his fabric.
What does it say about my life that after B. explained the story, I said, "Ooooh, that makes sense," because it totally did?
Anyway, the two pieces B.'s working on for me needed some minor adjustments, so she's working on those. I'll be sure to post my sweet new threads when they're finished.
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