Natasja, Me.

when they leave, she fakes to be busy. or better, hide and pretend to be gone.
where they make blazers, at night IT is hers (mine).
puts on the dustcoat and:
begin.
take the freshly oiled machine. push the button, hear that beautiful snoring sound. choose material(S)
shape by head, color by heart. instinctive distinction.
the rules of fashion are no longer at night, but her rules.
create what is hers, with innocent beauty.
posing, showing off and, happiness.

she is the maker of her universe- she releases her stars!
I am then NATASJA. It fits me better.
I am ready to wear it.  what it is.

she is a sewing factory.
she stands, still in fashion.
is her taste as fashion, is fashion tasty?
she knows.