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| - Jean's slaying the clothing alteration game. I brought in a bridesmaid dress which was about two sizes too big and made me look like a lumpy box. Jean spent about 20 minutes pinning and folding it around me, experimenting with taking the back and sides in and the straps up, and ultimately plotted a course of action. She's friendly, not phoney.
If you don't have time for your clothes to be meticulously fitted to you as though you were born wearing a magical dress which expanded and moulded itself to your physique as you grew, don't go here.
Jean's place of business is located on a quiet lane behind bustling Queen St. West. Stepping in, it appears as though ten people work in the small apartment. The place is bursting at the seams (tailoring joke, LOL), with clothes, shoes, sewing machinery, etc. from floor to ceiling. The fitting room is actually the landing of her staircase, but it's separated from the stairs with a makeshift curtain.
Today when I went to pick up my dress, Jean had a Youtube playlist of dance instruction videos playing - the foxtrot, to be specific. My God, Jean. You're so endearing. I love you.
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