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      There is a large brick shop, three stories tall, with a wagon entrance to one side. The sign over the wagon entrance proclaims "Stitch in Time", and the windows of the first level of the shop are filled with dressmaker's dummies modeling clothing for men and women of all standings - from gentle circle skirts and velvet dresses for young ladies to elegant brocade doublets and velveteen pants with snowy white shirts for dashing men. Within the shop are shelves and racks, holding more of the goods shown in the windows. A long counter lies to the right side of the main room, behind which are clerks, happy and eager to help. At the back of the shop are small stalls, curtained off so one might try on their new purchases. And to the left, in the far back, stairs rise to the stories above, from whence can be heard the busy sounds of weavers and tailors at their trade, and dyers as well.

      There are carefully lettered signs hung about the shop, indicating what each section is for - women's clothing, men's clothing, special occasion dress (where more than one young woman stares in awe of the creations presented there), and accessories. In addition, there were plenty of low, cozy chairs where those dragged along for the shopping might relax while the other browsed. Small tables throughout the shop had delicately penned and copied catalogues full of the clothing offered, so that one could always go home and consider what they wanted.

      On occasion, there is a rumble as a delivery cart leaves the small yard behind the shop, wheels rolling across the cobbles of the street. Whether it is bound for a fine noble's home, an orphanage, or the many homes of lesser folk who wished a pleasant present is always up for debate. The horses who draw the cart are lovely creatures, two matched black Clydesdales who are as gentle as can be. The cart itself is long and simple, with lots of gleaming metalwork visible, for it wouldn't do to have the cart come out dirty. The horses and cart were also what would be sent to markets, loaded with catalogues and some of the easier to stock clothing items.

      At the top of the shop, on the third floor, are small rooms for the proprietor, Kaylee Trishnal. There are also storerooms for cloth, and baskets of supplies that might be needed. The atmosphere of the entire shop is one of energy, and orderly efficiency.

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this shop is not real. it is for roleplaying purposes only.
if you're interested in the items shown here, please visit these sites:
pearsons renaissance shoppe, designs by kate, grannd garb,
crimson gypsy designs and katrina marie designs.