Novel Fabrics Novels & Stories

I replied to him and opened my eyes. “This is for you, beta Graham.” I glanced at Marco and saw a set of safety inner garments in his hands. I didn’t know what exactly happened when I was in a coma for more than two weeks, but so many things happened in those two weeks. With the help of Elvin and Bonny, our garment factory succeeded in creating a very unique kind of fabric that can’t even be pricked by the finest needle, and there is no spell work that can affect the fabric either. So, our factory and small boutiques prepared inner garments to cover our bodies so that no one could be hurt by those poisonous needles.

The walls were adorned with framed sketches and photographs, each capturing a moment of triumph in the company's illustrious history. Our first stop was the fabric department. The room was a riot of colors and textures, with rolls of fabric stacked from floor to ceiling. Each roll was a testament to the diversity of the fashion world - from delicate silks to sturdy denims, from vibrant prints to understated monochromes. The air was filled with the distinct scent of fresh textiles, a sensory reminder of the raw materials that formed the foundation of every creation.

He questioned. "Those are plant-based beauty products, no chemicals are added." "And all these clothes, it looks like a shop for little old abuela's," he picked up a sleeve of a sweater, feeling the material. "The clothes are wool, cotton and silk. We don't sell polyester." I moved to turn the sign on the door so people would know we open. "Wow, snobbish abuela's then?" "Okay this is not a store for grandma's," I said and the universe had to make an elderly lady walk in.

Real attention. That unsettled me more than it should have. One of the Korean executives spoke again while motioning toward another table. “We also prepared environmentally sustainable fabric alternatives for the secondary production line.” I walked toward it. Dominic followed beside me moments later. Not too close. But close enough for me to notice the warmth of him beside me. “This one,” I said while lifting another material slightly between my fingers, “works better for outerwear.” Dominic glanced toward the fabric briefly before nodding once.

“Running away means you’re hiding. Rebuilding means you have a plan. Which is it?” “Both, maybe. I’m hiding from who I was. Rebuilding into someone new.” “And who is this new person?” “I don’t know yet. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Genevieve smiled. Actually smiled. “Honest answer. I like that.” She tossed me the fabric. “Tell me what this is.” I caught it, felt the weight and texture. “Silk crepe de chine. Good quality. Probably sixteen momme weight. It would drape beautifully but wrinkle easily. Best for structured pieces with lining support.”

It previewed the clothing styles she would focus on next season, which were identical to the ones they had tried on today! Besides, Harriet also did a comparison. The fabrics they had chosen, to save costs and cater to a wider consumer base, were the most cost-effective fabrics. However, the fabric in Sadie's post appeared more inclined towards a luxurious style, with more refined craftsmanship. Sadie's B&W brand had already made a name for itself in Imperium, so her Twitter already had over seven million followers. After Sadie posted that, many fashion bloggers began to re-post it. The post quickly garnered over tens of thousands of likes and shares, with over thirty thousand comments.

Veena asked. "They've found the fabrics but were completely burnt. There isn't a single fabric left for us to recover." "Contact Princewood Fabrica. Inquire for any available fabrics they have. I don't care about the price, we need to catch up to the scheduled seasonal release. The competition of the Best Fashion House is coming soon. I don't want to fail my deceased mother's dream." "On it, madam. The rioters are also dealt with, and the media is requesting for an interview due to the series of incidents today."

The walls were covered in mood boards, filled with colorful fabric swatches, magazine cutouts, and inspirational images. Next, they moved to the fabric department, where rolls of luxurious fabrics were neatly organized. Amanda explained the meticulous process of sourcing high-quality materials and how each fabric was carefully chosen to suit specific designs. They then entered the bustling atelier, where skilled seamstresses and tailors were working diligently to bring the designers' visions to life. The room was filled with the hum of sewing machines, the snip of scissors, and the occasional sound of a steam iron. Sophia was mesmerized by the intricate detailing and craftsmanship displayed

Hosting this fashion show was not only going to create more awareness for the KY brand and ofcourse give us more clients, it also a way to let the competitors and the public at large know that I was worth standing next to Aiden Hart. It's to let them see that I wasn't trying to leach off from him and the entire Ingrid's empire. " Could we use plant based dyes and natural fabrics like hemp and bamboo?" Tom asked " Don't make me repeat myself Tommy.........I need both teams to explore all options possible " I said to him. " I need the designs to be innovative and forward thinking , designs that is going to make our customers drool.... infact something that might make them forget about eco-frie

"What happened?" "The fabrics for the Henderson pitch. They're gone." "Gone? As in missing?" I was already out of my seat. Claire nodded, her face pale. "And Lucas is in the middle of it." My heels echoed down the hall as I made my way to the design studio. The pitch for Henderson Atelier—a luxury brand expanding into urban sustainable wear—was one of the biggest projects we had landed this year. And now, days before the final presentation, the custom-ordered eco-blend fabrics were missing?