Drive Through Seamstress

This woman works on the opposite side of the street from where I teach English. Her son often comes to learn with us or just hangout and play games. She and her son (Moo Waan, meaning "sweet pork") live a few blocks away and walk to her sewing table each day.

She hems pants, alters shirts, and does just about anything else possible with a needle and thread. Some people drive up on a motorbike to drop their clothes off, others come on foot. At the agreed time, later in the day or later in the week, they come back to pick it up.

At the end of the day, she packs up her table and locks everything in a large box. It is left on the sidewalk, with her shade umbrella and stool tied to the pile. She knocks on the window of our building to call for Moo Waan, and they head home. Her tools to make a living wait patiently for her to return in the morning.