Hannah's Tailor
Decades ago, my parents dragged us kids to every fabric store, yarn show, and craft warehouse imaginable. They did it to support their needlecraft and wholesale finishing businesses; I did it because they made me.
I hated those places. It was a difficult sell for my parents, too. How do you convince a seven-year-old, introverted reader, who also happens to have red/green color blindness, that yarn = fun? Do you
- emphasize how interesting the mingling of heavily-perfumed, mature women will smell?
- challenging him with spontaneous color testing as you walk the aisles ("what's that look like to you?")
- proudly proclaim with arms outstretched that "One day, this will all be yours!"
- drag his limp body through the aisles, promising departure in an indeterminate "just a little while."
Ding! Number 4, we have a winner!
As a parent today, of course... no, I still really hate those places.
But my parents' business, aside from putting food on the table and a roof over our head, did produce Hannah's Tailor: her Zadie. For that, we are thankful today.
Today we received a care package from Zadie with the latest and greatest in Hannah wear. Summer is here and embroidered jeans are all the rage! My dad does beautiful work and cutomizes Hannah's clothes to work well with her body size and shape, her medical supports, and her many contact allergies. Elastic is kept away from the skin. Tops are modified to accomodate her button g-tube. Neck lines allow for her trach and ventilator, but still look youthful, cute, and ready for the catwalk.
So a thank you to both my parents for their love and support. A special thank you to Hannah's Tailor. And Janette, you can continue to be the one to cruise the craft stores for new fabrics and material. Still hate those places 
-- Dad
