The tailor

Once upon a time, there was a tailor called Saeed. In his tiny studio he was making outlandish garments for future brides. Day in, day out, the tailor was singer-sewing, humming the sweet tones of Mon Amie la Rose and Soleil D'Egypte. His eyes would glisten with glee every time his long fine fingers added a touch of lace to a delicate design.

One day, a fairy  knocked on the door of his tiny studio. This was not entirely uncalled for. Fairies had often visited the tailor in his dreams but this was the first one to appear in the flesh. The fairy was a spitting image of Saeed and she was wearing one of his bridal dresses. For the first time Saeed could see how his work complemented him.

"You a just a man in a dress", Saeed couldn't help saying. "Why have you disguised yourself like this?"
"It's an acquired habit.", the fairy answered calmly. "Being eccentric is all about expressing yourself through acquired tastes and habits."
This was not a tailor-made answer to Saeed's question.
"I have a funny feeling you are trying to tell me something about myself", he said looking the fairy in the eye.

Then the tailor realised that he was standing before himself. This was a moment of unaccountable intensity. The dress had ceased to matter and vanished in thin air. There was just him and himself in perfect parallelism.
Time stood still. Only a ribbon of lace, the colour of amethyst, drifted in the air. The echo of Natacha's voice, sultry and soulful, gained substance and soon all was sealed together into a beautiful tapestry. A tapestry which decorated the wall of the tiny studio of the tailor Saeed.