My favorite public school gave me the gift of an Ao Dia, a traditional Vietnamese dress, for Christmas. Met with one of the teachers to choose fabric. We then drove down the road to the tailor. Truly a hole in the wall with no address. He took about five strange measurements (ie the length of my fingers and wrist to my elbow). He did not measure my hips or legs. Two days later I cautiously tried on the pink and black silk to find that it fit perfectly ... and quite beautifully;).
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