Remember my last adventure in tailor-made clothing? Well I may have embarked on another one. I may have gotten four dresses made. And a bag. I might have spent this morning hanging out in the tailor’s workshop chatting with him about islam while he sewed the final touches on a blue plaid number that is probably the single least senegalese dress a senegalese tailor has ever made. All of this may have happened. Hypothetically.
And then maybe I put on one of my new dresses and made a silly face. Maybe. It could have gone like that…
