I kept thinking that what I really needed was a blazer. I wanted one in good quality but those are hard to come by in my price range. I went by H&M not really looking for a blazer at all, but I found one that was very classic and in great quality - all natural fibres. It was marked down from $130 to $65 which was still a bit expencive for me. I managed to have them sell it to me for $40. A great buy but the downside was that it was a size too big.
A couple of hours later I got a visit from my step dad and his Kurdish friend who was told to be a tailor. I was joking when I asked him if he could fix my blazer. When he said yes I started getting scared. He doesn’t speak English nor Norwegian and even though he speaks Arabic, a language I’ve been studying for the past year, I’m not really educated to discuss tailoring. I tried the blazer on, he took one look at it and started cutting. I was horrified and sure that the blazer was all gone. The blazer I had spent my last money on. The blazer that would cost me $130 to buy new.
He worked in a terrible speed. Threads and bits of fabric were flying everywhere. I had to have smoke cause I was so stressed out. To my surprise, after a few minutes in front of the sewing machine, he brought me the blazer - and it fit perfectly! You couldn’t even tell that it had been fixed. I mumbled “thank you very much” in Arabic and was a little embarrassed that I had been so nervous. He obviously knew what he did. And all I can say is that this blazer and I must have been made for each other. How else would all these coincidences happen in a matter of hours?