(Handing her a small scrap of the lavender silk) Keep this under your pillow tonight. Let the fabric learn you first.
(Quietly) To be touched. Even if I’m alone.
I’ll add a row of French knots along the neckline. They take time. But time is what you’re paying for.
No. No, it isn’t. You sew intimacy for other women. You know the shape of every secret in this city. But your own bed— intimate apparel play script pdf
(Threading a needle) Fabric don’t talk, Mrs. Van Buren. It listens. Silk listens to the body. Cotton listens to the sweat. Lace… lace just hopes you don’t tear it.
And you? Who touches you, Esther?
Esther’s cramped boarding house room in New York City, 1905. A sewing machine, bolts of fabric (silk, cotton, lace), scissors, measuring tape, and a half-finished corset on a dress form. Warm lamplight. (Handing her a small scrap of the lavender
Permission for what?
You’ve made me a dozen beautiful things. Chemises, corset covers, a peignoir so fine I’m afraid to breathe in it. But this… this nightgown. I want it to feel like permission .
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(Beat.)
My husband says I think too much about what goes against my skin. He says, “It’s only cloth.”