Charity Harding's Haberdashery #1 The Measure of Her
My name is Charity Harding and I run my own little haberdashery shop. Somewhere in England, sometime in the 20th century, I place my tape measure around my neck every morning and oil my scissors. I wear my spectacles around my neck too, they hang on a golden chain which is dotted with pearls at regular intervals. It often gets tangled with my tape measure. The spectacles bounce off my ample bosom as I trot up and down my pockmarked wooden counter. One morning, a young lady dressed in home-sewn gingham pulled her mother’s shopping list from the battered basket that she carried. All very 'Wizard of Oz' I thought. Where's your red sparkly shoes dear, I wondered. People are so impressionable these days. Her mother will have been watching that film while delirious on cherry brandy and Quality Street last Christmas and it will have given her ideas. Anyway, a reel of Sylko in Buckingham Lilac was at the top of the list. Oh dear, I thought, I bet mother has some lilac gingham lef...