Of endangered but valuable hustles

We all wear clothes, more like breathing or eating. Yet tailors are rare. My father was one and I loved helping him thread his Singer sewing machine. He made our clothes, from school uniform to home clothes. “Rolling” the sewing machine by foot was lots of fun. But curiously, none of his children became a tailor.

It is an art that is slowly being forgotten as we turn to ready-made clothes, some imported. Repairing clothes is looked down upon. Tailors are joining cobblers as endangered professions.