Text & Textile — 15

I slide my rack into the center of the television studio and say hello to the Dragon's Den moguls. I have trouble articulating, my body is shaking. I say my name is Noémie, I barely have time to say that I am the president of the Noémiah brand that one of the moguls asks me what should be worn under my dresses. And the other dragon makes the famous joke, nothing! laughing. I feel the tears rising, I persist in the text that I have nevertheless repeated for days, and this, in front of different audiences. I pull myself together, I look at my colorful dresses which also seem to wonder what they are doing there. I am here to ask you to build schools where people learn to sew slowly, in exchange of nothing.

I had a strange dream, last night.