ASMR measuring your features

There once was a brown dress. It didn't fit me well, it made a weird sound when I wore it and it itched a little under the arms. When I brought it home i immediately regretted my choice. I tried it on again and mama T suggested I have it altered. She said a lady down the street could do it for 15$. My friend and I went to her house on Ranch rd together. I had walked by her little yellow home hundreds of times, yet it felt like this was when I really noticed how quaint it was. As we walked up the driveway the front door began to open before we even met the front steps. A little woman with long silver hair peered her head out just enough to say "hurry up! I dont want whiskers getting out". Amber and I looked at each other and giggled while scurrying in. When we got inside Shari greeted us both with warm hugs. I found that a little forward at the time but I went with it. She said she was excited when my mom asked her the week earlier if she was still altering. Things had slowed down for her after her husband passed the year before she continued on. She offered us cookies that she had baked earlier and prompted us into her living room area One by one she brought us into her sewing area which sat behind a curtain of long strings of beads. The type that fall over your face and shoulders as you walk through them. I was surprised at how many things she had in such a small space when it was my turn to go back into her craft lair (as she called it). She asked me to undress quickly as she helped Amber re-bag her garment and put my dress on inside out. When she came back in the room she had a tape measure in her hand and she literally did not say a word to me the entire time she was measuring me. The only sound she made was inaudible counting whispered and then she would write the measurement down & like double check to make sure she got it right. When she was finished I put my school clothes back on and she set my dress up on her crafting desk. When we left she said our dresses would be ready in 5 days. As we left, Amber commented how weird Shari was and all I could think about was how chill I felt after she took my dress in. (i obvi didnt talk about that out loud at the time lol) We got our dresses back and to our surprise - they were both perfect. When I tried mine on I had a new appreciation for my "boring" choice in attire, I felt beautiful.