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Lilipud Design Workshop

Once upon a time, there was one country where the people that bite red apple and were expelled from heaven, witches, fairies, jinnees had lived all together. In that country, which is called as the country of the broken mirrors, there was a little girl, who is called as Lilipud.
 
She had watched to people, who were tired of daily life, from her castle, which is full of silk fabric and the window of the tower, which spreads beyond colorful ribbons to sew magical dresses for those people. Sometimes, Lilipud was flying to the sky with the wheels of her bicycle to make veil and tulle from star dusts and wedding dresses from flying the brightest clouds.
 
Pearl buttons had applauded, pulleys had smiled, scissors had kept to the beats, yarn had gone into the needle's hole by dancing. Because, Lilipud was working by singing. Light to soul, soul to blood, blood to live, live to breathe, breathe to poem, poem to song, song to dream, dream to truth, truth to light had been transformed. A thousands stories was flowing from Lilipud’s fingers to the fabric. Moreover, it was going from needle to yarn, from button to hole, from fabric to dress, from dress to person, from person to glance, from glance to life.
 
There were stories, which opened curtains that are thinner than tulle between visible world and invisible world. These stories had been spreading like oven's fire with many waves to put everyone together by heating.. All together.. In the purgatory.. 
 
These dresses which have stories had waited for passengers who have stories. Lilipud would put them all together.. Because, mirrors only would show themselves if the people are brave enough to have a trip in the mirror's country with their stories. 
 
Once upon a time, the wheels of Lilipud's bicycle had turned round and round and stopped at the front of damaged mirror. The damaged mirror told her that people only would start to see, when they found their own stories and would remember again that these thousands stories were only one story.
 
Everyone should have one story and direction. They should act with one dress, which has a story. All stories should be all together again. Clothing should be for our the most naked version. In conclusion, people should discover themselves before mirrors.