Old Cellar (underground): Aunt Brighid has long had her bedroom in the old cellar. She has the fridge in her bedroom, thanks to the absurdity of this building's layout, and that's a bonus in her opinion.
Ground floor: A labyrinth of shelves full of second-hand fabrics repurposed from reused clothes unable to be taken into charity shops, and unique, Γde-made clothes from thrifted clothes and ribbons, buttons, needles, bobbins, etc. Tucked away here, behind a little locked door, is the kitchen-come-living-room, with its own little window looking out into a small back garden of Aunt Brighid's cheeky garden gnomes and Γde's struggling little tomato patch.
First floor: The labyrinth of shelves continues up a curving, wooden staircase and into a tighter room that has a lockable door to its entrance. Once the door opens, two fitting cubicles meet your eyes, along with a little dais (for customers getting fitted or measured for clothes) with three full length mirrors of different fashions blocking the window's view. A little desk and chair are tucked to the side, along with a rail of half-made clothes behind it. A folder of dimension notes, nagging ideas, and shopping lists sits on the desk, along with a chugging sewing machine and a pair of glasses. It's here that the customers can request a garment, have Γde take their dimensions, and, after a fortnight or two, have a fitting before taking the garment.
Second floor: It seems that the higher you go, the more crazed the layout of the shop gets. It seemed so reserved and neat on the outside. Here, the level stretches out backwards in the direction of the cramped back garden, making the single room of the second floor an extra foot in length. This extra space also allows it to have a nook to place a customer's toilet and washbasin. It's here that sewing machines are stored to be sold, and other purchases that are more expensive than the items sold on the ground floor.
Third floor (Attic): The most cramped of the levels despite only being one room β with its lower ceiling and a wall of boxes along the north and south side of the room, around Γde's personal belongings. It used to simply be a storage room β used for items her aunt hasn't gotten around to sell, old belongings, and past regrets β until Γde came along. The attic is a simple bedroom-come-storage room now, with an old, thin wardrobe, a creaking, metal-framed bed with a patchwork quilt, a little bookshelf nailed to the far wall, and a chest of drawers all jumbled amongst the clutter of sealed and labelled boxes. The attic isn't terrible conditions in winter, only in summer, when the heat rises from the bottom of the building to it's very top, and Γde has to relocate for that season to sleeping on the camp bed on the kitchen's floor.
