FROM THE EDITOR
I’ve had very few items of clothing sewn solely for me. The list isn’t long — it’s mostly made up of bridesmaid’s dresses in a variety of oyster and pastel hues, all special items that were crafted for a particular purpose and worn only once or twice. There is one exception, though. When I was a kid, my mum uncharacteristically told me and my sister that we could each get a skirt made — any skirt we wanted! I recall going to the fabric shop at our local mall and poring over packets of patterns and rolls of fabric. Later, we stood in our singlets and underwear while a dressmaker took our measurements, gently stretching the cool tape from hip to ankle and around my waist. But mostly, I remember the…