I Was the Hands Behind the Labels
By someone you’ve probably passed in the grocery aisle “Every shirt in your closet passed through my fingers—until they moved the factory to Mexico.” That’s not an exaggeration. For thirty-two years, I stitched sleeves to shoulders, collars to necklines, and labels to the back where no one ever looked. I was the one who turned […]
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