As I made my way through the familiar streets, the scent of beeswax and tallow filled the air. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the town, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. The orders for dresses were piling up, and with every stitch we completed, I knew we’d need more candles to keep our work well-lit into the evening.
Father's shop, with its wooden sign creaking gently in the breeze, came into view. The flickering light inside indicated that he was already hard at work, surrounded by his tools and leather goods. I dismounted and tied my horse to the post, brushing off the dust from my petticoats before pushing the door open.
“Father!” I called as I stepped inside, the familiar chime of the shop bell welcoming me. “We’ll need more candles for the sewing. The dresses just keep coming!”
He looked up from his workbench, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Ah, there’s my industrious daughter! I was just thinking the same thing. How many do you think we’ll need?”
“Perhaps a dozen,” I replied, untying the apron that had become slightly twisted during my ride. “We’ve got the order for Mary’s wedding dress and a few others to finish before the season changes.”
Father nodded, reaching for his ledger to note the request. “Let’s take a trip to the market tomorrow. They always have the best supply of candles, and we could pick up some new fabric while we’re there. What do you think?”
“That sounds perfect!” I smiled, already plotting which colors and patterns might inspire us. “I’ve been dreaming of a deep blue fabric for the winter dress; it would look lovely with lace.”
With the plan set, I felt a renewed sense of energy. The work ahead was challenging, but the thought of creating beautiful garments for others fueled my passion. Together, we would ensure every dress was crafted with care and love, illuminated by the glow of our newly bought candles.