Hana got some pink satin gloves. And so she brought her mother’s high heels out. But something was missing; a gown to go with the gloves. She picked out a design from a magazine (very elaborate one, I might add), and browsed through my stock of textiles-that-I-want-to-do-something-with-one-day-but-haven’t-had-the-time-to-do-so-for-the-past-18-years, and picked up some pink stuff for the dress.
So why the frustration, you might think (on her face)? She assumed she just could cut the dress into a fit, but the fact that it needs to be sewed as well, greatly annoyed her. And so she gave up.