Someone from the states asked me if I was going shopping, and if I was going to the fabric market. "Am I gonig to the fabric market?????"Of course I'm going to the fabric market. (And for those of you who don't know, the fabric market is just that -- a three-story market in Shanghai that houses hundreds of tailors and their shops. Each shop is full of fabric -- Chinese silk, wool, linen, cotton, cashmere, knit, etc. You name the fabric, it's at the fabric market.
Blue jean? Yep, there's blue jean at the fabric market.
Corduroy? Oh yeah, lots of corduroy.
Rayon? Yep, if you really want rayon when you can have Chinese silk, you can have rayon.
Coats? Coats, coats, everywhere!!!
If you can think it, they can make it!!!
Ooh, the fabric market is a mighty seductive beast! You see all the beautiful Chinese jackets and cashmere coats and soft, linen dresses hanging about and you know that the prices are WAY, WAY cheaper than anything you'll ever find at home and suddenly, your arms are in the air and your chest is being measured by a skinny Chinese tailor.
Is it always successful? Does every skirt you order fit perfectly? Drape across your hips just the way you like? Nope. The average success rate is 50/50, but stuff is so incredibly cheap that you write off the 50 percent that doesn't fit and donate to a charity. Then you enjoy the 50 percent that does.
Aww, the inticement, but I think I'll save my shopping for Beijing. I don't want to buy an extra suitcase just yet, besides I can't carry it all :)
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