Thread the needle is an art that I am far from mastering. Although I’m learning (slowly, I admit it) in my visits to the factory of Jesus Peiró.In my last visit, my curiosity peeked my head between his fabrics, and I could admire the jewel tissues of his next collection; while Merche was looking over her glasses at a mannequin dressed in scraps of chantilly. A picture to remember. I did not want to intrude on the conversation, but I think she was discussing with Isa, her right hand, about where to put a bow. Or would it look better without?