She smiles. “We have to be.”
She and the other two seamstresses—Amelia and Sofia, neither of whom speak English—have been working like lightning since I called them in to the shop on Monday to introduce myself and find out if they’d be able to help me finish the dresses in time for the show. As each dress requires somewhere in the neighborhood of one hundred fifty hours of work to complete, I wasn’t sure if they’d be on board, much less capable of the task, but they surprised me by not only being enthusiastic about the idea, but far more skilled than anyone I’d worked with in the States.
These women take sewing seriously. More than once I’ve seen one of them say a prayer before starting work.
Hopefully the shop has enough cash to meet payroll at the end of all this, but we’ll cross that
