Irene Skouras
The Outfit
ACH ONE OF US sews her own outfit. It has to be warm and practical. Suitable for all hours. Morning, afternoon, evening, every-day, formal, professional, prim but sexy. Each one of us attends the same sewing school. We follow the traditional method. The young learn from the older ones. We observe how they make the cut-out, how they place pins along the line, how they cut the material, how they stitch it together. We don’t speak, we just observe. As soon as we learn, we sit at our bench and make our own outfits. We work in silence. All you can hear is machines. We are focused, each one on her own design.
I thought mine was the best. So did the others. I picked the best material, I designed the best template. I wanted my collar to be warm and soft, to be buttoned up for the cold days ahead. To protect me. I named it “husband”, and so did the others. I designed my sleeves long, soft, original. I wanted them to be special, unique. I named my right sleeve “daughter” and my left one “son”. I didn’t wonder why. That’s what we all did. The rest of the outfit was “home”. Warm, cosy, classy material. I wanted it red. But eventually I saw there was no choice. There was only one colour on the shelf. So I had to lump it, like everyone else.
I sat at my bench to sew. My outfit quickly became defiant, indifferent to my plans. Whatever I sewed by day came undone by night. I just couldn’t do what I had planned to. I had, for instance, designed a warm “husband” with fluffy lining, since I have always been sensitive to cold, particularly around the neck. Instead of which, my outfit turned out backless with a feathery frill around the hemline. I knew that with the first cold I’d fall ill. It was impossible to change it, no matter how hard I tried.
I told myself, “Never mind, I’ll find a special design for the sleeves, at least.” I’d have a “son” and a “daughter”. They’d be original, streamlined, elegant with a special cuff and a vintage button. I’d wear a satin top underneath. I’d counterbalance the absence of a warm collar with raglan sleeves. Maybe they weren’t stylish but they’d do the trick. Still, on the sleeve question too, all my designs came to nothing. Once more, the outfit had objections. It kept rejecting the left sleeve. Despite my sewing on a left and a right, the outfit always ended up with two right ones. And, naturally, not according to my design. A rebellious look, anything but elegant, and without a cuff, while cuffs have always been a weakness of mine, they are so refined. But this is not all. The one sleeve insisted on being short, summery frayed at the end, the other was a three-quarter spring affair with plenty of frills. It was a mismatched garment, I wore it and looked like a clown. And, predictably, a raglan was out of the question.
I look at the outfits of the others. The same problems with the collar. This one’s is hanging up front like a massive bib, it hampers her movements instead of sheltering her. The neck is once again left bare. And even though that other one had designed something small and chick, pearl studded, what she got was a tracksuit hood wrapped around her whole head. She can’t hear a thing and can hardly see. She keeps trying to fix the collar, get rid of the hood, but the outfit insists. Another walks around sleeveless in the cold, because the outfit rejected all her sleeve patterns, yet another has her sleeves tied behind her back, she can’t move her arms. Her outfit looks rather like a straightjacket. This one wears a rag that cannot shield her, that one has an outfit on that’s tight like a corset from top to toe, another goes around stark naked because the material she has never turns into something wearable.
We’ve learned to live with it. We create the most beautiful designs, we cut out the most beautiful templates and end up wearing the outfit’s choices.
Source: First published. Planodion Bonsai Stories, Mars 9, 2021:
https://bonsaistoriesflashfiction.wordpress.com/2021/03/09/eirini-skoura-to-rouxo/
Irene Skouras was born and raised in Athens, Greece. She studied Greek Literature at the Athens University and she obtained a bachelor degree and a Ph.D in pedagogy. She has published articles and essays in pedagogical magazines. Her stories have been distinguished in literary contests (Metechmio, Patakis, Oceanus), they have been included in collective editions and have been published in literature magazines, printed and cyber. She writes short and very short stories, as well as scripts for short films.
Translated from the greek:
Memi Katsoni is a teacher and translator. She translates for Onassis/STEGI, other establishments and various authors. In 2012 she published the book Lenin in St. Anthony and her short stories have been published in e-zines.
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