On Lorna Street in the Garment district, there is a little shop which I am proud to call my own. My father's is down the street some, run now by my brother Maxwell, and when this place came on the market he snapped it up. It had belonged to my Mother's father, passed through to a cousin who liked to spend too much coin on drink, women and gambling. It is good to keep such things in the family where it belongs. 
We have always been well respected clothiers, the entire family more or less; perhaps with the exception of my sister Mareena, who's skills lay in...other areas of expertise. My mother literally wrote the book on Custom Embroidery, titled the same. Madeline had a great skill, passed through her blood to my own hands, I am proud to say. I am not too vain a woman, not too proud, but I am good at what I do. The ahns of operation are from the sixth bar until the donning of the fifteenth, though in winter I tend to shut the door by the twelfth.
It isn't the largest or most grandiose of shops, more modest, but then free women are supposed to be modest, are they not? Still, the interior decor I think is very tastefully done, rendering it graceful, but not petulant or pretentious, with more dedicated to the actu
Not that all other shop owners are more interested in coin then their wares, but they kind of are.
There is only one customer room on the bottom floor, but I do supply my own rest room to my customers. Often times we are in conference for ahns at a time, and as such, I'd see to their comfort! In the back there is the store room, a small pantry (for the comfort of my patrons) and of course, my private work room. There is also an office, but I do not much go into there, Maxwell tends to look after the boring business aspect of the shop.
And thanks to Maxwell, dyer extraordinarie, I can offer every shade of color in every hue that could be wanted to craft designs intricate and alluring. To contract work, you simply enter the store and have a conferance. You tell me what you want done, and upon what. You can bring your item yourself, or I can order it for you, whichever is easier for you. I humbly request half payment upfront to cover costs, and expect the full balance upon completion of the piece.
I recognize that times are not as they were under Marelnus and so I now offer several options for those of lesser means. There are more simplistic, though beautiful, designs which can be purchased reasonably, there can be payment arrangements made, and for special cases (those who have lost their companions, or have faced other such hardships) there is even a sliding pay scale. I am of low caste, and there is no reason I can see to allow low caste women to remain looking drab while the wealthy have golden threads! Maxwell has allowed me my head in this matter, so please do not abuse it; if it proves to cost money, rather then make it, he will revoke that policy without notice.
It is my hope that I will live my life in this happy enterprise, gleefully stitching onto robes and veils all manners of pretty things for women. I have recently purchased two slaves, Faboo and Delilah, to assist me in these matters and other matters of the home I expect, so if I am not in the shop, one of them will be, acting in my stead. Actually, I better leave most of that to Faboo; Delilah doesn't seem to have much a head for it, but she is a charming, happy and delightful girl, for a slave. Neither of these are for sale at the moment and I would appreciate the common courtesies regarding any property to be applied.
Other then that, there is not much to relate. I read some, and sometimes sketch to see my designs before crafting them. On every first day of the hand I attend temple and pay my tithe to the Initiates. On every second day, I sup at a local cafe, owned by a friend of mine, among the company of refined free women without having to deal with men. We play cards and sometimes someone will bring a lute to strum, or we read to each other, or chat about life and the city while sipping tea. The third day is shop day and it is of course, my favorite. On the fourth day I dine with Maxwell and his companion Felicity, my nefew Augustus and my new baby niece Morgana. The fifth day though is my off day, and the shop is closed on that day every hand.
Embroidery by Lucretia