The fabrics experience in the Goldhawk Road, Shepherd’s Bush, was repeated two weeks later once the structure, the cabinet, was completed. It was another early Saturday morning foray among silks, synthetics and cardboard rolls. The familiarity of the world of fabrics takes me back to the constant smell of upholstery and curtain fabrics in the family home. My mother was a home worker producing covers and cushions for chairs and sofas. Her family home was in Shepherds Bush, a few hundred yards from these shops. As a teenager and student I worked at her employers upholstery shop in Harrow in the role of ’trimmer’, ‘duplicator’ and curtain fixer. It was the job that paid the rent. So the reminiscences and remnants are intermingled amongst the rolls, the shears and the poor working conditions.


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