Her shop is one of those nondescript little sheds that looks like a storage barn for tools, and when I first tried to find it I walked past it two or three times before I realized where she was.
In fact it’s divided in two and another person sells beverages out of the other half.
In the winter a tiny stove burns wood and it’s relatively cozy.
There’s almost always another senior sitting in the spare chair shooting the breeze, and they know everybody’s business in that alley for sure.
As I paid 30 cents for a zipper repair I noticed her lovely manual sewing machine and thought I’d share.