I don't know what instructions Nimiar gave her seamstress in private. I had expected a modest trunk of nice fabric, enough for a gown or two in the current fashions. What returned, though, just over a week later, was a hired wagon bearing enough stuff to outfit the entire village, plus three determined young journey-seamstresses who came highly recommended and who were ready to make their fortunes.
"Good," Nee said, when we had finished interviewing them. She walked about inspecting the fabulous silks, velvets, linens, and a glorious array of embroidery twists, nodding happily. "Just what I wanted. Melise is a treasure."
"Isn't this too much?" I asked, astounded.
She grinned. "Not when you count up what you'll need to make the right impression. Remember, you are acquiring overnight what ought to have been put together over years. Morning gowns, afternoon gowns, riding tunics and trousers, party dresses, and perhaps one ball gown, though that kind of thing you can order when we get to town, for those take an unconscionable amount of time to make if you don't have a team doing it."
"A team? Doing nothing but sewing? What a horrible life!" I exclaimed.
"Those who choose it would say the same about yours, I think," Nee said with a chuckle. "Meaning your life as a revolutionary. There are many, not just women, though it's mostly females, who like very much to sit in a warm house and sew and gossip all day. In the good houses the sewers have music, or have books read to them, and the products are the better for their minds being engaged in something interesting. This is their art, just as surely as yon scribe regards her map and her fellows regard their books." She pointed toward the library. "And how those at Court view the way they conduct their public lives."
"So much to learn," I said with a groan. "How will I manage?"
She just laughed; and the next day a new arrival brought my most formidable interview yet: with my new maid.
"Good," Nee said, when we had finished interviewing them. She walked about inspecting the fabulous silks, velvets, linens, and a glorious array of embroidery twists, nodding happily. "Just what I wanted. Melise is a treasure."
"Isn't this too much?" I asked, astounded.
She grinned. "Not when you count up what you'll need to make the right impression. Remember, you are acquiring overnight what ought to have been put together over years. Morning gowns, afternoon gowns, riding tunics and trousers, party dresses, and perhaps one ball gown, though that kind of thing you can order when we get to town, for those take an unconscionable amount of time to make if you don't have a team doing it."
"A team? Doing nothing but sewing? What a horrible life!" I exclaimed.
"Those who choose it would say the same about yours, I think," Nee said with a chuckle. "Meaning your life as a revolutionary. There are many, not just women, though it's mostly females, who like very much to sit in a warm house and sew and gossip all day. In the good houses the sewers have music, or have books read to them, and the products are the better for their minds being engaged in something interesting. This is their art, just as surely as yon scribe regards her map and her fellows regard their books." She pointed toward the library. "And how those at Court view the way they conduct their public lives."
"So much to learn," I said with a groan. "How will I manage?"
She just laughed; and the next day a new arrival brought my most formidable interview yet: with my new maid.
( Sherwood Smith )
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