The Seamstress Girl

"I don't know... that's amazing"

"Ugh..."

They said it was smudging, and it was a frightening tone, so I drooped.

"Oh, why are you so depressed, sweetie? You look great."

She was praised as if she had no choice but to relieve herself.

I finished handing out the smell bags, so I sewed up my clothes at the break when I was finally free.

Use previous life clothing as a model for easy movement.

I don't know why I made it at work... but I don't have a needle and a spider in my possession.

The spider yarn stopped the spider from cutting the yarn where I would like it to be cut around here, and the raw house didn't have the task of cutting the fabric at the center of the fixture. No, there may have been... but the cloth etc. was given to me beforehand. Maybe I was wary of the possibility of turning that room's clothing into a non-eight-win blur. I think I would never do that, but I guess that's what I thought because it's the people who are going to do that to judge me.

............ but if there was a chin over there, it could have been modified with blurry design clothes, unbalanced clothes, etc.

Now I'm going to make a thank you smell bag... and for the first time, I'm the one who realized, "I... don't have my own..."

Then I would naturally take the work room (s) out of the room x, but I got permission to use it as much as I wanted for breaks.

"Whatever the smell bag is... I wouldn't have cut my clothes without measuring yarn"

My boss, my aunt, Aunt Lene, grinned and murmured bitterly.

"Measuring yarn?

"This is it."

Something takes out the skin case and shows it to me.

"The thread with this red mark is the length of the jacket, the blue mark is the arm, and there it is tied around the arm,"

Uh... no way.

"It's normal to measure the size of a person wearing these yarns and cut them with a mark on the fabric."

Instead of model paper... that's the one, yeah.

I mean, it seems hard... of all the repairs I've made, clothes that make me think the cloth is a waste, maybe made by people who don't like cutting with measuring yarn.

I got a bit of a head start on the model paper, too, but the raw family never even saw it in Koko anyway, and it looks like it's only used in books and paperwork... it looks like the size thing that can be on the model paper isn't in circulation in the first place.

But I noticed it when I made the smell bag.

I... said I could cut cloth to whatever size I wanted.

One, one, all cut to the same size without having to measure.

So, when I looked at my body and came up with a complete picture of the clothing I imagined, I figured out where to put it.

Surprise yourself.

"Oh, so, almost, Ro, were you there?

My voice, which I didn't have much to talk about, is obnoxious.

Compared to right after I got here, my voice is a proper girl, and I think weird sounds like my throat is no longer mixed up and easier to hear.

"That's also true, but overall it's too awesome... because you're quick with your hands and you can't cut and sew them up during normal breaks, right? Too technical… what I was taught, the presence of a stopping needle and a measuring thread…"

To my distant Aunt Lene, I panic.

"I am, I am, I am, I am"

Stoppings… that is, the presence of a needle waiting (all over town) was really helpful.

If my aunt hadn't lent it to me, it would have taken a lot more work.

"Ha, I'm fine. You've known Yui's work for a long time. She fell in love with me when she said jealousy was stupid."

All right, all right, I can be stroked in the head, and illuminated.

"Wow, but also, my aunt's, Sakuhin, I like it. Gentle, sweet, wearing, fluffy, and more."

"Ah, well, he's a pretty girl."

I was hugged all the time, and there was light for both of us.

Aunt Lene is warm and gentle, the mother of this world? I felt like I wanted to be held all the time because it was very different from that.

Parenting was a servant's job in the Nuer family, and it was just serving that house, all those people who weren't even Rokuro... the mother you see every once in a while? was also painful to be approached by the smell of perfume and cosmetics.

I'm really happy that Aunt Lene is my boss, being taken over by this house.

Master Skull came to us doing almost all the work like that. Four good spirits you've never seen, stick them around.

It's rare to visit this mansion... he's the son-in-law of Master Wolde, who is the lead butler at Lord Rodin's office... his eyes nailed to the Spirit as he asked Aunt Lene for explanations like that.

Although the Spirit is basic to the shape of a woman, some had feathers, cats, dogs, and ears and tails that looked like ravens.

It was like bright green cotton stuck to Mr. Skull, the spirits of cat ears wrapped in waffles.

It's a kitten tangled in yarn and doughed... but I love the narrow look on her face - a kitten with an atmosphere

Tea and black and red tea and lemon, like my daughter is muddy in Marimo's dress, stuck to her shoulders and head like that.

Master Skull picked the hell out of his shoulder and leaned in front of me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I accidentally gave them both my hands and gave them to me in a receiving position… the people around me took a breath.

"Yui... I wonder if you can see the Spirit"

"Huh."

Is that it? Speaking of which... Master Skull, do you see the Spirit?

I was nailed to the so-called spiritual dough, and I realized late... that I could see the spirits too.