Topic: Suitable

HGLowe

Date: 2007-09-01 14:10 EST
It was just after morning had come to a close and afternoon had begun when Harry stopped by the Stitch. He was less than thrilled that the tailoring job he had put to them had been put on the back-burner, but it did little good to get upset about it.

So, he hanged up three suits he'd picked up at the mall in the early hours of morning. Admittedly, they were a little long and the jackets were a touch loose -- finding them had taken holding a flashlight in his mouth and sorting through twenty racks of suits cut for far bigger men. But they were close enough.

They were covered in plastic, and on the top hanger, he left a note:

Employees of the Stitch:

Give the unfortunate timing of whatever occurrence, and the suits I had ordered not being finished, I have taken it upon myself to pick up some replacements. I would very much appreciate it if you could do the alterations on them and return them to me as quickly as possible. I believe you already have my measurements; if you need anything else, then you can send me word at:

Harold Lowe
Prosecutor's Office
1 Courthouse Square

Thank you.

-Harold

Ivy Forester

Date: 2007-09-02 10:37 EST
Ivy had taken to opening the Stitch only when she was checking on it. Making sure there were no water leaks, no overdue bills, no huge fire hazards and the windows had not been broken...

Knowing that Miss Lydia was worried about Erin, and that she could not handle Carley alone, especially with her nerves as rare as they had been, Ivy kept her visits somewhat quiet. No need to worry everyone.

And this day was no different. The postman, a dear friend of Ivy's from their immigration, had been left a key so that he could keep their mailbox in order. Erin had a horrible habbit of sending out way too many requests for yarn catalouges and they often clogged the post. When Ivy stepped into the store and locked the door behind her, she blinked at the suits now hung on an empty peg on the wall behind the counter. She approached it with quick steps, only pausing to run a hand over the top of dusty racks.

A pucker of a frown, and a promise to clean made to herself, she reached the suits and took up the note to read. Ivy chew on her bottom lip for a moment before penning a response in which to send to the green haired half-elf. She knew it would be a bother, but perhaps she needed to get her mind off of things?

Lydia,

I'm writing to you to tell you about something we have recieved at the Stitch. Harold Lowe has dropped off some suits he has purchased elsewhere and is asking for alterations. I am more than happy to write a response to him, if you would like, I'm just not sure what you would like me to include in this letter.

If you would like, in order to maintain his business, I could look for an independent seamstress to staff the shop while you are away. I admitedly haven't been keeping it open regularly, but it seems that we may need to do that soon in order to keep paying our bills.

I am so sorry to be a bother, and hope everything is as well as it can be. Perhaps we should go to tea sometime? I would like the company, as it's been awfully quiet lately.

Yours,

Ivy