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The Fabric
Heidi
Heidi stopped in her tracks. She knew Max was supposed to be big, but
not this big! This was huge! The concierge at the hotel had told her that if
she was looking for fabrics, Max on the Champs Elysees was the place to
go. Of she knew that, it was why she had come to Paris. Now she faced a
sea of colours. There were rolls of fabric everywhere, and this was only
the ground floor.
"Vous chercez quelque chose, Mademoiselle?"
Heidi turned to the saleslady and shook her head: "No thank you."
"How long have I been staring like this?" Heidi wondered to herself. She
could feel herself blushing. Then she walked over to a table with fabrics
that were on sale and started to browse.
Heidi was oblivious to everything around her. No, of course not
everything - she was very aware of being engulfed in a seemingly endless
sea of glorious fabrics. As a passionate dressmaker, she felt like Scrooge
McDuck swimming in his vault filled with money. She was unaware of
the lady standing next to her, trying in a typical French discreet manner to
get Heidi's attention.
While her hands were browsing robot-like through the fabrics in the sale
bin, her mind had taken her back to that day in her mother's sewing room
almost fifteen years ago.
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"Have you finished winding the bobbins for me Hans?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Thank you Hans. Well, why don't you go out and play, it is such a
lovely day?"
"I will in a little while, Mother."
One of Heidi's favourite things was to page through the many fashion
magazines in the big box in the corner of the room - Burda, Elle, and
many more. that day in particular she was fascinated by an article on the
great fabric house of Paris. In the article there was a picture of Max on the
Champs Elysees that got her attention. Maybe it was the lens that the
photographer had used, but the store seemed to stretched out for miles - a
literal sea of fabrics. She just know that one day she would go and see
Max's.
"Hans, are you still here? When are you going to play? You know your
father does not want you to spend so much time indoors!"
"Yes, Mother, I'm going now.... Mother, have you ever been to Max's?
It is so huge!"
"What on earth are you talking about, Hans?"
She glanced quickly at the picture in the magazine. "Of course not, Silly.
That's in Paris! Whatever are you thinking? -- Now, out with you..!"
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"E ..e .. Mademoiselle!" The lady touched Heidi lightly on the arm.
Heidi was obviously startled as she came back to reality.
"O, pardonnez moi. I did not mean to startle you!"
"Non, non, it is nothing. I guess I was daydreaming."
"Yes, I could see that, " replied the lady with a smile, "but I was hoping
you could give me your opinion."
Heidi looked at the lady. She was only a few years older than Heidi, She
was very chic -- but then it seemed to Heidi that all the French women
were. The lady had laid out two roles of fabric on top of the pile in the
sale bin and she had a pattern in her hand.
"I would like to make this dress," said the lady as she pointed to the
picture on the pattern envelop, "but I can't make up my mind about these
fabrics."
"Heidi took the envelop to look closer at the picture and the details on the
back cover. It was a party dress for a girl, 6 to 8 years old.
"But this absolutely adorable! What a beautiful dress!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, I fell in love with it too." replied the lady. "So what do you think?"
Heidi looked at the two rolls of fabric, touching both in turn to try the feel
and to test if they would crease easily. She tried to picture in her mind
what the dress would look like.
"Well, they are both nice. But.."
"But what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Such a beautiful dress-you must make it with
something more special," replied Heidi hesitantly. She did not want to
hurt the lady's feelings.
"Yes, you're right. But these fabrics are such a bargain..."
Then Heidi remembered something she had seen when she entered the
store. "I have just the thing for you. Viens avec moi!"
Heidi was almost bubbling over with excitement and she virtually ran to
the store entrance. The lady was somewhat surprised that Heidi had
switched to familiar 'tu-toi' French, but she was sort of affected by
Heidi's sudden burst of excitement. So she simply lifted her eyebrows
and followed Heidi.
"This is IT! Isn't it just gorgeous?" asked Heidi.
There on the 'specials' display stand was a beautiful, expensive chiffon.
It was basically white but had a very delicate soft background pattern in
light pink.
"Isn't it just magical? It is just made for your pattern. And look at the
background pattern-now, you could pick up the colour in your
accessories. See, the ribbons and belt?" Heidi was pointing to the picture
on the lady's pattern. "You should use a velvet ribbon in vieux rose! And
pale pink-white lace around the neck. Oooh, I'm so excited! And there is
a discount on it also."
Heidi had to stop to catch her breath. The lady was also enthralled by the
beautiful fabric. Heidi's excitement was contagious.
"Well, I did not plan to spend so much but it is so beautiful. You're right,
the dress calls for something special. I'll take it. E ..e .. You seem to
know a lot about dressmaking, will you help me select the ribbons,
please?"
"Of course, I'd love to!" Heidi replied.
"Thank you. And oh, I'm Claudette."
"I'm Heidi."
They shook hands. Heidi took the roll of fabric under her arm.
"Let's go and look for the accessories. I think it is on the next floor."
For the next hour they were chatting away as if they had known each other
for years. There were ribbons galore to chose from and buttons ....!
With the roll of fabric and their hands full of accessories, they made their
way to the cashier's desk to have the fabric measured out.
"What a wonderful place this is'" Heidi exclaimed, "it is a dressmaker's
heaven."
"Thanks for helping me, Heidi. I really appreciate it. And you have not
even had time to buy anything for yourself yet."
"Think nothing of it, Claudette, I had a wonderful time. Besides, I did
not come to buy anything specific. For me it was more of a pilgrimage.
The dress is going to be lovely. Your daughter is going to be SO happy-
she will look beautiful!"
Suddenly Claudette stiffened, her eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Claudette. Did I say something wrong? I ... I just
assumed it was for your daughter," Heidi said concerned.
"It's nothing," Claudette replied as struggled to keep her tears back.
They paid for the purchases and went out into the bright sunlight filling
the Champs Elysees.
Heidi stopped, and looked seriously at Claudette. "I am really sorry that I
upset you in the store. I do apologize."
"It's not you, Heidi. I has such a wonderful time shopping with you! Er,
do you have time for a coffee or something?
"I'd love to," Heidi replied.
They went into the Bistro next to Max's. Claudette selected a table that
was more private.
"Oui, Mesdamoiselles?" asked the gar?on.
"Two coffees, s'il vous plait."
Claudette didn't say anything until the garden had brought the coffee. She
fumbled nervously with the strap of her purse. Then she leant closer to
Heidi a she wanted to be more confidential.
"Look Heidi, I am so embarrassed, I don't know how to explain my
behavior. It was so much fun shopping with you," she began.
'No, it is my fault, Claudette. I was being very indiscreet. It's just that
.... well, that the fabric was so beautiful, I guess I got carried away."
"I understand. But it's not for my daughter --," her voice dropping to a
whisper, "it is for my son ..."
"Your son!?" exclaimed Heidi. This was not what she had expected at all
-- some family intrigue, yes, but not this.
Claudette had been watching Heidi closely to see her response. And
Heidi's surprise was obvious.
"I knew you would be shocked!" said Claudette with emotion welling up
in her voice and her eyes. "But it is not what you think."
Heidi instinctively put her hand on Claudette's to reassure her: "Mais non,
Claudette, I'm not shocked. Really. But it is just so -- so unexpected!"
The two woman sat like that for while, with Heidi holding Claudette's
hand. Gradually Heidi could feel Claudette starting to relax.
"My son, Michel, has been invited to his cousin's birthday party -- it is a
costume party. Michel insists he wants to go as a girl. I suggested
everything -- Superman, a cowboy, Spiderman. But no, he wants to be a
girl! He even selected this pattern!" sighed Claudette.
Heidi waited for a second. "Is that it!? But that's not the end of the
world, Claudette! At least he chose a beautiful dress. He's got good
taste."
"Oh Heidi, if only it was that simple. We both wanted our first to be as
son. My husband, Louis, was so proud the day Michel was born. he
couldn't stop talking about all the things they were going to do together!
But it did not work out like that..."
"What do you mean?" asked Heidi quietly as her own emotions started to
build.
"Well, Michel does not seem to like boy things. He only plays with girls
at school or at the park. He goes to bed with his teddy bear. His favourite
toy is a doll! It makes Louis so angry. One day he took the doll away and
his it. He told Michel that he was now big and big boys don't play with
dolls."
"And, what happened?" asked Heidi sensing a familiar pain in her chest.
"It was awful. Michel cried so much. And I cried too. He kept on crying
that he was not a boy. In the end Louis had to give the doll back. Louis
is so heartbroken that he has a sissy for a son."
Heidi sat in stunned silence -- it was so long ago now.
"Heidi? You are shocked, yes?" Claudette asked anxiously.
"No, I was thinking ... But why should I be shocked?"
"Well ... it's such a shame ..."
"It is NOT!" exclaimed Heidi with conviction. "You love Michel, don't
you?"
"Michel? Of course - with all my heart!"
"Is he well behaved?"
"Always. He is a pleasure."
"Other than when Louis took his doll, is he a happy child?" Heidi
commented with a smile.
"Oh yes - as long as we don't take his doll away." replied Claudette,
rather surprised at the conviction in Heidi's voice.
"So there! You don't have a problem! You have a wonderful child - a
treasure! Everything will work out fine.
Heidi glanced at her watch: "Look at the time! I am sorry, I must go. It
was really nice meeting you. I am sure you, and Michelle, are going to
enjoy making the dress!"
Claudette notice the change in the way Heidi pronounced her son's name
but she wasn't sure. Heidi had started to rise so Claudette got up too.
She hugged Heidi and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Thank you for giving me perspective, Heidi. I feel so much better. You
have helped me so much, I'm glad I met you. I hope things will work out
..."
"They will, Claudette, Believe me! Here -- let me give you something!"
Heidi took a photograph out of her purse and gave it to Claudette. "This is
for when you start to doubt - au revoir!"
Heidi waved and then she was gone.
Claudette sat down slowly and looked at the photograph. It was of a
young boy. He was sitting on a swing. In his one hand was a doll and he
was clutching it tightly against his body. The boy had been crying.
Claudette turned the photograph over. On the back someone had written
simply 'Hans, 1952'.
"I wonder why she gave me this?" Claudette stared at the photograph for a
long time. She thought about all that had happened that afternoon.
Suddenly the penny dropped.
"I don't believe it!" Claudette said out loud.
"You called me, Mademoiselle?" asked the garcon surprised.
"Pardonnez moi, Monsieur, no. It's my friend - the lady who has just left
- she has helped me more than you can ever imagine!"
(the end)
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