This place, abandoned for years, was once the den of a seamstress?
We all had a grandmother or an aunt who pulled the needle? Also? Seamstress in my hours, I imagined there, the workshop of my dreams? The one in which I would have loved to hang out and poke around when I was a little girl? Did you ever play with your grandmother's fabulous button box?
Close your eyes and let yourself be carried away by the smell of old lace and the touch of light muslin? Imagine, at night, when everyone is...