for goodness sakes! I am making these patterns simple for you and yet
you still bugger them up!” he
snapped, waving the ruined pleated skirt in the face of his employee
Mary Lindsey. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he threw the
ruined material on the desk before the woman who was starting to well
up. “Why on earth do I keep you all! I’d be better
off with some lazy and utterly incompetent child! They seem to have
more creativity and patience with hand painting than you have with a
damned needle and thread!”
phone began to buzz in his chest pocket and he growled. He certainly
wasn’t in the mood for someone trying to flog a young person to him.
His studio was again silent as his people worked and poor Mary
gathered her wits and began to fix up her mistakes. He stormed off
into the back room and looked at the number.
really? You again?”
took a deep breath, before answering with a tight smile on his lips
and a rather strained voice.
again Miss Rowlett.”
Smith, I am sorry to bother you again. Really I know you don’t
obviously want Miss Oswald-”
don’t want anyone…”
she is being rather unmoving.”
bit back a groan, closing his eyes tightly as he tilted his head
back. His free hand rested on his arm, his fingers digging in through
his shirt to his skin. He didn’t care! Actually that was a
little bit heartless of him because by the sounds of the girl she was
a nightmare with a needle and thread and yes maybe she did need a
push in the right direction… he scratched at his arm lowering his
head again, his eyes still closed tightly.
I don’t have time for this okay? You phoned me less than an hour
turned as the door opened slightly and Mary’s head popped round. Lord
give me strength… he thought as he started to feel the pain in
his cheeks from smiling so much. She waved the skirt she’d
attempted to correct and he waved her in, listening to the woman
babbling away about how the kid wouldn’t go somewhere else, that she
looked up to him as a designer and always appeared in at least one
piece of clothing created by him. He grabbed the skirt, resting the
phone on his shoulder so his other hand was free.
smoothed the fabric with his thumbs and bit back a groan. She’d fixed
the patterns on the material but there were now gaps in the stitching
on the hem. No stitch should be missed.
Rowlett could you, ah give me a couple of minutes?”
didn’t wait for the answer, slamming the phone on the desk and
turning to Mary who looked like a kicked puppy. Her green eyes wide,
blonde hair poking out of the once neat bun on her head and her lip
trembling. Oh brilliant… more crying.
stood waiting patiently for Mr Smith feeling rather put out. Why one
of her students looked up to him she would never quite understand.
Yes his eye for detail was rather on point but his attitude towards
people was absolutely awful. She flinched slightly every now and then
when he seemed to near the phone with his voice raised. She looked
though the windows of her classroom door, spotting her ever eager
student Clara Oswald. She was a lovely girl and she had all of the
right ideas, but really her ability to create a good piece of
presentable clothing was a lot to be desired. Of course saying that
she knew what colours to wear with what and what shoes would go with
her current look.
about that, just a little bit of a stitching problem.”
smiled a tight smile and ran her fingers through her dark wavy hair.
It sounded a little bit more like the poor person had blown up his
studio rather than a stitching problem. She laughed a little more
harshly than anticipated.
yes well we were again talking about Miss Oswald. I really am sorry
no please do send her along… I’m sure she has more creativity and
patience than this lot I have here…”