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Who are you making that dress
for, Grandma?

It's for whomever is drawn
to it, my love.

We design not for ourselves,
but for others,

so that one can be or feel
something more than

they had ever imagined
from themselves.

Well,
whatever that something may be.

I chose to bring faith to
whomever is drawn to this dress.

You know, I think that's enough
for today.

Let's get you home to your mom.

Katie, let's go, my love.

Thank you for coming.

It means so much.

I-- I really appreciate it.

-Of course, thank you.
-Thank you.

- Bye, Katie.
- Thank you!

Have a good night.

So?

It was great.

The, uh, runway show,
the after-party, or...

All of it.

The pacing was right.

The third look made people
sit up.

You can breathe now.

You and your feet.

Thank goodness.

I have been waiting
for something to go wrong.

Someone to trip, a seam to
split, the part where I say,

"Well, that was nice
while it lasted."

Well, that's because you're
human, and because you care.

Sometimes too much.

It's one of your best qualities.

Thank you for believing in me.

I wouldn't be one of the best
fashion consultants

in the industry if I didn't know
how to stake out the corners

just before the spotlight hits.

Now, you go home and sleep like
someone who earned it.

We'll talk after the reviews
come in.

Okay.

Thank you!

Yes!

God, thank you for tonight.

I know I didn't always trust
you along the way,

but thank you for getting me
here.

Please, um, guide my next steps,
whatever that may be.

What?

No, no, no.

No, no!

Come in.

This is your sign to stop
spiraling.

Have you read any of this?

Listen.

"Technically perfect,
but emotionally vacant.

A designer with no soul."

Read that one.

They're brutal, all of them.

Well, they're critics.

It's their job.

"All satin, no substance.

Fashion as empty
as a showroom mannequin."

There was only one satin piece.

I've seen worse.

Uh, I've had worse.

"Katie Mitchell proves
she can sew,

but can she sew with heart?"

This isn't the end.

They're right, aren't they?

Tell me you aren't finishing
that in one sitting.

I might.

Okay, listen to me.

Hmm.

Your work has polish, technique.

It's beautiful.

No one can deny that, but maybe
they are just a little right.

You mastered the craft,
but where are you in it?

Um.

Exactly.

You've been running so hard that
you forgot what it feels like

to walk, to wander.

I think you should take
a few weeks off.

What?

Remember why you loved doing
this in the first place,

before the world told you that
it had to matter so much.

No, I-- I can't just disappear
for a whole month.

What am I supposed to do,
go soul-searching on some beach

in Hawaii?

As nice as that sounds,
I can't afford it.

Plus, I-- I put everything
I had into this.

You don't need Hawaii.

You need clarity.

You need to find you again.

And usually that starts
somewhere familiar.

Familiar, huh?

Huh.

Hello?

Hello?

Heavens to Betsy!

I thought you were a raccoon
or a drifter.

I was about to grab the broom.

Surprise!

I should give you a talking-to
for sneaking up on me like that,

but then I'd have to let go,
and I'm not

about to do that anytime
too soon.

Are you okay? Oh,
why are you here? What happened?

You didn't take one of
those taxi app things,

did you, from the airport?

Hmm.

The stories I could tell.

You have, repeatedly,
which is why I took the bus,

like it was 1952.

That's my girl.

So I noticed you finally got
the porch light fixed.

It took a minor electrical fire
and one very persistent

neighbor, but yes,
I've joined the 21st century.

Aw.

Kind of feels like
the end of an era.

Well, I figure if the light's
gonna flicker, it should be due

to ambiance and not faulty
wiring.

Good call.

So what do I owe this honor?

Nothing, really.

I just needed a break
for a few weeks.

Well, you know you are always
welcome here.

Are you hungry?

I have some chicken salad.

I can whip up some eggs.

You still eat French toast,
don't ya?

Or are you gluten-free now?

I'm fine, and no.

I'm definitely,
very strongly not gluten-free.

Wonderful.

That means breakfast can still
stay joyous.

So, um, tell me,
how've you been?

I feel like our weekly
catch-ups keep getting shorter

and shorter.

I'm fine, but May's sciatica
keeps flaring up again.

Poor thing.

And Mrs. Lewis finally
tore down that jungle

she calls a backyard.

The city gave her a citation.

Oh, and did I tell you
that I'm working

with the mayor's wife
on couponing?

She thinks buy-one-get-one
means you have to take two.

Can you imagine?

Not really.

So what's the plans for the day?

Somewhere between a nap
and a mild identity crisis.

In that case,
you can bring these.

They're for Mr. Otis's
retirement party.

The pies are due at 2:00.

He likes the pecan one to stay
slightly warm,

so keep it in your lap
if the car is cold.

Here's my keys.

I can get a ride from Dolores.

I was kind of hoping to keep
a low profile.

Impossible.

Now go!

Okay.

Hi, how are you?

Well, if it isn't Miss Big City
herself.

Hey Pheebs!

Please tell me you're moving
back.

Oh, no, I am just here
for a few weeks.

A little seasonal drop-in, huh?

Okay, I get it.

Very fancy.

I promise you, it is not
that glamorous.

Oh, gosh, I missed you.

Oh, I missed you, too.

Yeah.

Oh, uh...

Did you just duck and cover
to avoid your ex?

No, it was a graceful crouch.

Mm-hmm, very subtle.

Yeah, it's, um, it's called
reassessing your surroundings.

It's called hiding.

I'm just being strategic.

Well, for the record,
he opened a woodshop

with his dad about a year
after your grandma's funeral.

Practically rebuilt Main Street
since then.

Very handy, very humble,
and very single.

Can we talk about anything else?
Like, literally anything else?

Uh, tell me about you.

How is being married
to a fireman?

Oh, you know, lots of sirens,
lots of boots by the door.

Tell me more.

Well, he's very handsome,
very heroic,

and very convinced date night
means eating leftover chili

in the driveway after a shift.

That actually sounds
really nice.

It is.

It's solid, it's warm,
it's not complicated.

I'm really blessed.

Hmm.

Tell me about the bakery.

Almost one year in and still
afloat, which honestly feels

like a miracle some days.

Wow!

Good for you.

You actually did it.

I'm so proud of you, Phoebe.

Who would've thought,
both of us living our dreams?

The Lord sure has blessed us
good, hasn't He?

So, um, where is it,
your bakery?

I'll have to come stop by.

Across the street from your
grandma's old boutique.

Which, uh, side note, can you
please maybe ask your mom

to give it a check?

It's been sitting dormant
since...

Yeah, sure.

I mean, I thought it sold
already, I mean, a while ago.

Yeah, I'll-- I'm happy to talk
to her.

Well, look at you,
Guardian of the Gifting Table.

Someone has to stop the kids
from shaking the boxes.

Though I doubt they'd want wool
socks and compression stockings.

Hmm, their loss.

Haven't seen you at church
in a while.

Everything okay?

Fine.

Swell.

Better than swell.

Uh, busy, which you know I love.

I do.

But in case
you want to slow down,

we're having a women's meetup
on Tuesday.

You should swing by.

No pressure.

Just us girls catching up,

and maybe a little harmless
church gossip.

I'll see what I can do.

I'll save you a seat.

Sorry, excuse me.

Mom.

Mom, I thought the plan
was to sell Grandma's boutique.

It was.

It will.

Uh, but, you know,
life happens, things change,

or not.

I--I-- I don't know.

Well, Phoebe said it's starting
to get rustic.

Nothing I can't manage.

I could've helped you list it,
uh, and sell all the inventory

if that's what you wanted.

Please, you've got your own
mountains to move.

The boutique's fine, I'm fine,
everything's fine.

Let's not make this a thing,
all right?

Okay.

Good.

Love you.

Love you.

Yeah, anyways,
what I was saying was...

Wow!

Morning, sunshine.

You didn't have to do all
of this.

Of course, I did.

You came home.

Mm.

So, uh, you never answered me
yesterday about the boutique.

Did I not?

I thought I did.

I mean, I get not selling it,
but when was the last time

you even stopped by?

Maybe a few days, a year,
or two.

It's all a little fuzzy.

You eat up.

I will only be gone a sec.

You're not eating?

Mrs. Lewis is having new grass
put in today.

I should pop by.

You're overseeing her lawn?

I recommended the landscaper.

Just wanna make sure
he's following through.

Mom, you know you can't
do everything

for everyone else, right?

I don't.

Just the things they need.

I've got banana bread
in the oven.

I saved you the end piece.

I know you love the end piece.

It is so good to have you home.

The Sunday dress.

Colossians 3:23.

"And whatever you do,
do it heartily, as to the Lord,

and not to men."

Okay, so, uh, think of it
as a heritage-inspired line,

uh, rooted in legacy but
updated for modern wear.

Heirloom fabrics
with clean tailoring,

vintage cuts reimagined.

They want heart, they want soul.

Well, nothing screams "all the
heart" more than a granddaughter

finishing what her grandma
started.

You're talking fast,
which either means that

you're inspired or scared.

I'm-- I'm not scared.

It's been 48 hours.

And that's all it took.

Trust me, I haven't felt
this inspired in years.

All right.

Convince me.

When I was a kid, I used to
spend hours in that shop.

I would watch my grandma sew
like she was painting

with fabric.

I didn't just love
what she made,

I loved how it made people feel.

And I-- I forgot that somewhere
along the way.

But now I remember,
and I wanna bring it back

to that, not just for me,
but for her.

This isn't just another line.

This is the one that matters.

Okay.

Okay?

What does "okay" mean?

Means that I'm coming.

You're coming?

Here?

And I'm bringing a buyer,
a major player.

She even supplies for Ivan.

They're looking
for something new,

something personal.

I was going to present
three options,

but if what you're saying
is real, I'll make it four.

Ivan?

The fashion designer?

Please tell me you're not
messing with me,

'cause literally, that would be
so perfect for this.

I--

Listen, the thing is, you only
have two weeks, so whatever

magic you're working,
make sure it's ready.

Two weeks. Got it.

I-- I can do that.

Are you sure?

Because you know I love you,

but you don't exactly
do well with--

Deadlines?

Yeah, uh, I'm aware, but, hey,
this time is different.

Then prove it.

Two weeks.

I have all the faith.

I'll talk to you soon.

You sound like
someone lit a fire under you.

Just possibly the biggest
opportunity of my life.

Mom, if this works out,
my-- my career, my place

in the industry,

all of it could finally
click into place.

I would get to take
Grandma's work somewhere

she never got the chance to go.

Well, you better get moving,
then.

Wouldn't want all this to go
to waste.

Oh, I-- I should have asked
about using her designs.

I didn't even--

Oh, honey, you don't
have to ask.

You and Grandma
were thick as thieves.

You practically lived
in that shop.

She would've loved this.

Two weeks will fly
by in a jiffy.

If you need anything,
you just let me know.

I'll have snacks on standby.

Thanks, Mom.

Sure.

Two weeks.

I can do that.

Maybe?

No.

Ivan.

Ivan.

You got this.

Maybe.

Okay, so I panicked.

I didn't know if you were still
a latte girl or if New York

turned you into a matcha
person, so I got both.

And a black coffee,
just in case.

Oh, and an oat milk thing
that sounded vaguely healthy

but might taste like grass.

How much caffeine
do you think I need?

I don't know.
You live in New York.

Isn't caffeine, like,
part of the dress code?

And mandatory for survival?

Yeah.

So your text said two weeks?

Yep.

No pressure.

Oh, thank goodness.

Well, if you're not worried,
I'm not worried.

Are you leaning towards
a runway show or...

What if we did it here?

Like, here here,

as in the place
I'm currently looking at?

Yes!

I mean, no, not as it is right
now, but clean it up.

How it was, play into the--
into the history, the legacy.

I might even earn a few extra
heartstring points.

Plus, then maybe my mom
could actually sell it.

Well, you are gonna need
a new register.

Looks like the old one
was carted off.

Yep, sure do.

Along with some other things.

Lucky for you,
I know just the guy.

-Mm-mm.
-Mm-hmm.

-Mm-mm.
-Mm-hmm.

Hi.

Truck's here!

Well, I'll be.

If it isn't the girl that used
to sneak cookies out of

my kitchen and leave sawdust
footprints all over my porch.

To be fair, Mrs. Bennett did
make very stealable cookies.

Yes, she did.

God bless her.

You staying long?

Oh, just a-- a few weeks.

When he huffs off like that,

it usually means
you're supposed to follow.

I remember.

Yeah, I figured as much.

Still a man of few words, huh?

I like to ration 'em out.

Keeps demand high.

Welcome back.

It's just for a few weeks.

Right, of course.

Shop looks good.

I'm impressed.

Although, I did always think
you'd make a great shop teacher.

You did?

Yeah, children love grumpy
old men.

Makes 'em feel safe.

I knew that compliment
had to come with a sting.

Learned from the best.

Your dad looks good.

Seems happy.

He is.

Yeah.

So, what do I owe the honor?

I'm thinking
of reopening the shop.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I've got some fashion
buyers coming out in a few weeks

to take a look at a new
collection that I also somehow

have to design.

Oh, one of them shops for Ivan.

Ivan.

He's huge, like, really famous.

Sounds important.

It is.

What's the shop got
to do with it?

I was thinking it would make
a good backdrop,

you know, with a little TLC.

It could really use a new
register counter,

and I figured...

You know, I'm pretty busy
around here these days.

I could pay you double, or just
throw in a free pizza, maybe.

So, maybe free pizza.

That-- that does sound tempting.

I'm also just a little

completely and totally
desperate.

I'll have to see
what I can shift around.

Is that a maybe?

I'll let you know when I know.

Sounds good.

I will let you get back to it.

And thank you.

Poor Probably Helen Hopkins.

She's about your grandma's age.

Your mom didn't know?

Nah, I didn't ask.

I think all this might be
a little hard for her.

-Poor thing.
-Yeah.

But I do think this will help.

If I can get the place
all fixed up,

then she'll have the option
to either rent or sell,

whatever she's comfortable with.

Would be nice to have a little
more financial support,

you know?

Absolutely.

So, where can I find this
Helen Hopkins?

We met at church, actually,
your grandma's first time.

She didn't find faith
until your mama was about ten.

Afterward, she told me
she had wanted to come

for a long time, but she didn't
think she had anything nice

enough to wear.

Nowadays, a pair of blue jeans
will get you a seat

in the front row.

But back then,
a little different.

So, one day,
your grandma sat down

and taught herself how to sew.

And she made something
for herself and for Laura Leigh,

and the rest is history.

She believed clothes
could carry a message.

That's why she stitched
in the verses, blessings,

little reminders.

Never flashy, not for show,
just something meant

for the person wearing it.

Couple years later,
she opened the boutique.

But it was never
about the clothes.

It was about the people.

Yeah.

Do you have any photos
from when it first opened?

I'm hoping to bring it back
to that.

Anything would help.

Oh, honey, I helped mop
the floor before opening day.

Let's see what I can dig up.

Thank you.

Luke, hi.

Hey.

Uh, I'm in on the register
counter.

I'll take a look at it,
see what kind of work it needs

after sitting still
all these years.

Really?

But if you think I'm gonna help
morph this place into something

soulless just because you want
some outsider to come

in and turn it into a craft
kombucha tap room,

or whatever city folk like these
days, you got the wrong guy.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Good.

Pick you up at 8:00.

For what?

Treasure hunting.

I don't remember
you being this indecisive.

Something is missing.

I-- I have the direction
for the line, the broad concept,

the easy, soulless part, but,
uh, everything you need

after that, it's somewhere else.

I bet that somewhere else
is closer than it seems.

I'm not so sure.

Just think about the girl
that walked out of here

with a suitcase and a ten-year
plan, a girl that was going

to conquer Paris Fashion Week
with a glue gun and a dream.

I bet she knows.

She was very confident.

She was fearless.

She was delusional.

She was brave.

Yeah, well, now she is back
where she started,

only with better shoes
and worse instincts.

Or maybe she's back
because she finally knows

what she didn't back then.

Which is what exactly?

That plans are nice, they get
you moving, but they don't

always let you know where
you belong.

I have no idea what that means.

Maybe take a walk,
clear your head.

Uh, can't.

Luke is dragging me somewhere
for the boutique.

Is he now?

It's not like that.

Didn't say anything.

You thought it loudly.

We've moved on, grown up,
one of those two.

Honestly, I'm surprised
he's not even married

with three kids by now.

He got halfway there
for a minute.

What?

Luke was married?

Engaged.

To who?

Eat your bacon.

Mom!

Katie.

You can't just drop
an engagement bomb

and pivot to pork.

I didn't wanna distract you.

You always have so much
going on.

What about Pheebs, huh?

Every time I call, it's always,
"She's good, she's happy.

Baked another pie for the fair."

All true.

Besides, I didn't want
you to feel worse.

You were already so far away.

Further than I thought,
apparently.

Nothing to dwell on.

Now, eat your food
before it gets cold.

You need your protein.

I don't want protein.

I want an idea.

I need an idea.

This is your idea of treasure
hunting?

The right combination matters.

They all look the same to me.

That might be the most offensive
thing you've ever said.

A new countertop is a critical
centerpiece.

You get this wrong,

and you'll feel it every time
you step inside.

Sounds serious.

It is.

Now start pairing.

I like these two.

Nope.

What? Y-- you didn't even--

Trust me.

So what's it like being, uh,
fancy now?

Define fancy.

Well, you know, skyscrapers and
tiny dogs that fit in purses,

coffee that costs more than
brake pads.

It's just regular coffee.

They just serve it in thimbles
and say it's artisanal.

And what is it you design again?

Like, real clothes or just the
sweaters you can't ever wash?

You know, for a guy who spends
all day sanding things,

you sure have a lot of opinions
on fabric.

I respect craftsmanship.

And things that serve a purpose.

Says the guy who builds porches
for people who could just stand

on grass.

Touché.

Now who's fancy?

Hey, uh, can I ask
you something?

Uh-oh.

You don't have to answer if
it's weird or, um, off-limits.

I just, uh...

My mom kind of mentioned
that you were...

Ridiculously charming?

Engaged.

Yeah.

I, uh,
I figured that'd come up.

Did I know her?

No.

She, uh, she moved here
after you left.

So it's not Stacey L?

For the millionth time, I never
had a thing for Stacey L!

Please, everyone in high school
had a thing for Stacey L.

That's because they weren't
dating you.

Her name was, uh, Tessa, and,
uh, we met

when I built her parents' porch.

Sounds like a real practical
meet-cute.

She was good, kind, smart.

You know, we, uh,
we got engaged fast.

Seemed like the right next
step, something solid.

But it wasn't?

No.

It never really fit.

We were building something
that looked like a future

on the outside, but was never
right on the inside.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

We figured it out, as you do.

Did it change you?

The engagement?

Getting it wrong.

It, uh, made me less sure,
a little more careful,

a little more honest.

What do I know?

I-- I build things that don't
talk back.

I feel like I'm just forcing
things.

Okay.

Try this one.

Hmm.

That's it.

Yeah?

Definitely.

Let me see.

Huh, feels fresh, but...

Familiar.

That's how you know it fits.

Right.

Uh, well, that's enough sawdust
for one day.

How about we go look
at some things that I actually

have opinions about?

How many, uh, outfits you plan
to have in this collection

of yours?

Uh, 12.

Good news, I think
you have enough for 1,200.

Hey, I'm going for timeless,
not minimalist.

Timeless sure weighs a lot.

This is the only fabric shop
within 200 miles.

We are just getting started.

Yay.

So, uh, city life everything
you'd hoped it'd be?

Uh, it has its moments.

But?

But I think I might have
romanticized it a little too

much as a kid.

The idea of it, at least.

And the reality?

The reality is overpriced rent,
overcrowded trains,

men who list their job title
as if they're ordering off

a secret menu.

I, uh, went out with this guy

who corrected
my wine order once.

He told the waiter that what I
meant to get was something

with a more assertive tannin
structure.

I have no idea what that means,

but I really hope
you faked an emergency.

People are just, uh,
too much sometimes, you know?

Too polished, too driven, too--

You.

Hey, there is nothing wrong
with being polished

and driven, but there
is a quota.

Quota?

Yeah, uh, a quota.

A very real, very measurable
tipping point

where all that polish
and drive takes over,

where suddenly
nothing else matters,

and you forget
all the other stuff.

Like-- like what?

Like the things that happen
when you stop obsessing

over efficiency metrics
and crushing the week.

People actually say that?

Crushing the week?

Constantly.

Ugh, sounds exhausting.

It is.

And somewhere in there,
in between all that optimizing,

you forget the things
that actually matter.

The things that don't require
reservations made three weeks

out and $200 manicures.

$200 for nails?

What are they made of, diamonds?

That's what I'm saying.

It's absurd, but it's not
about the things or the items,

it's about the life that goes
with them.

Or the life you think goes
with it.

Exactly.

And, um, I let that get
in the way of all the things

that I held precious:
my priorities, my focus,

even my faith.

Ooh!

I like this one.

Last one?

Uh, nope.

Like I said,
we're just getting started.

Great.

Laura Leigh, come in.

-Hi, I'm Laura Leigh.
-Hi.

-Good to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Do you remember prom?

Which part?

The part where I asked you to
put white roses on the corsage.

I was very specific.

You were so mad.

I had a vision, and it did not
involve dandelions.

There were more than dandelions
in there.

I had a lot of good stuff.

I had the, um, bluebells, uh,
the-- the white,

lacy-looking ones.

How do you remember all that?

I actually, um...

I did get those roses, you know?

What do you mean?

Oh, when I got to the florist
to pick 'em up,

there was this little
bouquet of wildflowers

that looked just like the ones
you used to pick in my backyard

when we were kids.

I just thought you might like
them better.

I didn't know that.

Didn't think it was worth
mentioning at the time.

We'll figure it out.

We always do.

Everything okay?

Oh, you know, same song,
different verse.

The pipes are in worse shape
than we thought.

Hmm.

And with Cheryl stepping down
from fundraising,

I'm running out of people
to beg.

Why don't you let me handle it?

The pipes, the fundraising,
you've got a lot going

on with your daughter's wedding.

Let me take this off your plate.

Laura Leigh, that's a lot.

Consider it a thank you for
giving me a little nudge.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Thank you.

It's been overwhelming.

Hmm.

I owe you one.

Don't be silly.

I'm the one that owes you.

Thank you.

Oh.

Of course.

What do you think?

You stitched all those yourself?

Just trying to pick the ones
I think might mean the most.

You were always so creative.

I always admired that about you.

Well, you know, I could use
a little extra help.

Really?

Absolutely.

Hey, Phoebe.

Just heading out to grab
some trim paint.

But we haven't discussed paint
colors.

I'll figure it out.

-Go.
-Yeah.

Quick!

- Go, go, go.
- Luke?

Well, that was a process.

So why are we here?

I wanna show you something.

You remember Mr. Jensen?

Oh, yeah.

Best PE teacher I ever had.

Mm-hmm.

Ran half the after-school
stuff, too.

Chess club, checkers,
anything competitive.

Yeah, I remember.

After his wife passed away,
he, uh...

He stopped leaving the house.

Nobody would see him for weeks.

So Coach Ramirez started
the After Lunch League.

Now, every weekday for an hour
or so in the afternoon,

you can come,
be around friends,

play whatever game's
called to you.

Some days it's, uh, three
people, some days it's ten.

Coach never said he did it
to get Mr. Jensen

to leave the house,

but he made sure he was
the first to know about it.

And he still comes?

Every day.

He gave back
when it was his time.

Now it's our turn.

You know you don't have to do
all that alone, right?

I'm not.

I've got plenty of help.

Is this about me being home?

It's just a few weeks.

Once the buyers come and see
the collection, I'll be gone.

Of course not, sweetheart.

Then what is it about?

I feel like you're avoiding me.

Don't be silly.

Then what are you avoiding?

I'm not avoiding.

It's just I think
you've been spending

a lot of time with Luke,

and there's something that
tells me

that it's gonna be difficult
to go back to New York

and leave him behind,
like you did the first time.

And the boutique, trying to
finish what Grandma started?

Have you even stopped to ask
yourself why?

Yes.

It-- it's about showcasing
the collection, obviously.

Do you really think that's
the only reason?

I-- I-- I got it.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

It's okay.

I miss her, too.

I better get that.

What about Proverbs 16:3?

"Commit to The Lord whatever
you do, and He will establish

your plans."

Or Jeremiah 29:11,
"For I know the plans

I have for you, plans to give
you hope and a future."

Hmm.

Jeremiah feels bigger, like,
big-picture future stuff.

True.

But Proverbs hits more
in the process, stays on course.

Yeah, in power suits.

Exactly.

Like, show up, do the work, and
trust that He's got the rest.

Proverbs it is.

This looks nice.

Thank you.

Let's see who that is.

It's Sean.

He's checking to see
if we're done

so he can take me to dinner.

Oh, well, you should for sure
go, then.

Tell him I say hi.

Will do.

Thank you for your help today.

Of course.

All right.

What's this?

The Sunday dress.

Hmm.

No one told me that hot glue
could bond skin

to papier-mâchét hat fast.

You screamed like someone
had lit you on fire.

I'm-- I'm pretty sure
the entire school heard you.

No, I still have the scar.

Look-- look at that.

-That is a freckle.
-What?

That is a battle scar.

No, that is a battle freckle.

You weren't there.

You don't know
what I went through.

I was literally right across
the desk from you.

We were so sure that we knew
everything back then.

Well, you kinda did.

I just winged it.

Fake it till you make it.

Worked out pretty well for you.

From the outside, maybe.

Well, you know, it,--it made
sense when you left.

You always had that spark,
like you-- you couldn't not go.

You had pretty big dreams, too,
if I remember.

Uh, travel, architecture.

Yeah.

I never imagined I'd peak
with fences and porches.

Hey, those were some good
porches.

Very respectable porches, yes.

Super respectable.

So what stopped you?

I don't know.

After you left, I-- I guess,

uh, it did feel like
staying meant

giving up on something bigger,
but that door just kinda closed,

and I-- I didn't walk
through it fast enough.

I know what you mean.

But I guess I, I also feel like
maybe this place needed me more

than whatever dreams
I had floating around.

Figured I'd make myself useful.

That doesn't feel like giving
up to me.

Uh, it was, just in slow motion.

I gotta say, though, uh,

working on this stuff with you
the last few days,

it-- it, uh, it stirred
something inside of me.

Something I haven't felt in,
uh, a while.

I never meant to make staying
feel small.

You didn't.

I-- I had that part fully
covered.

You know, I always felt like
"big" meant cities.

Noise.

Pressure.

A million people barely paying
any attention to you

unless you do something
impressive.

But being here,
it's quiet, peaceful,

and yet somehow
still feels full.

Nah, it's probably just
the casseroles.

So many casseroles!

It's hard to feel empty
when you got baked ziti

getting dropped off
all the time.

Totally.

I think sometimes
we forget that

settling down is different
than settling.

Well,

I think it's maybe time to call
it a night.

Yeah, probably.

Can I walk you home?

Uh, no, no, I actually have
some stuff I gotta finish up.

I just, uh...

Ivan?

Yeah, Ivan.

I totally understand.

Thanks.

-Let me clean this up.
-It's fine. I got this.

- No, no, no.
- No, it's totally fine.

Okay.

Katie, they'd be lucky
to have you.

You sure been grinning a lot
lately.

No more than usual.

A lot more than usual.

First few months of the year
are always good for business.

Uh-huh.

Well, don't strain yourself.

Who closes a store
for three weeks?

Small-town life.

It's like when Earl shut down
the hardware store

and put up a sign that said,

"Gone fishin',
back when I'm back."

No one saw him for over a month.

Maybe we could break in.

Please tell me you mean
metaphorically.

No, I-- I mean structurally.

You won't even jaywalk!

Yeah, well,
desperation changes a person.

This is a nightmare.

I'll never be able to get
everything delivered in time.

What am I supposed to do?

Maybe you're thinking too
literal.

I can't make a runway collection
off of vibes and optimism.

There's fabric everywhere.

We just have to go hunting.

Look,
you go back to the boutique,

design your little heart out,
cut, stitch, dream, stress.

Already happening.

Let me handle the rest.

Where are you going?

Trust the process!

Phoebe?

Pheebs!

What's that?

Buddy of mine.

Works with a developer out
by Deerwood.

Subdivisions?

Yeah, they're building a whole
mess of neighborhoods.

They need cabinets, fast.

Pre-fabbed parts.

Standard layouts.

Sounds like an assembly line.

It is, but you'd be running
things.

Specs.

Orders.

No surprises.

No clients changing their minds
every five minutes.

Just steady work, and good pay.

I'm doing okay financially
right here in town.

I know it's not what you love
to do, son,

but it's work, and a lot of it.

I told him you'd give
it a think.

Number's on the back.

Uh, yeah, I'll think about it.

All right.

You heading out?

No, I'll be a few.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

See you.

Hmm.

"Be strong and courageous.

Do not be afraid; do not
be discouraged, for the Lord

your God will be with you
wherever you go."

Pheebs?

Oh.

Phoebe!

Okay, I know it looks like
a lot, and super chaotic.

Which feels accurate,
because wow, did I have a day.

-I started at Jenny's Diner.
-Uh-huh.

She had tablecloths
she wasn't using anymore.

Okay.

Then I went to the high school,
and the theater department

basically gave me free rein.

Oh.

After that, I went to
Miss Maggie's dance studio,

and holy cow, she had bins
of old recital costumes

she was about to throw out,
which just felt criminal.

So I just grabbed as much
as I could hold.

Then I went to Becky's,
Bobby's,

and the good thrift store
with the weird bell.

-Hmm.
-Everywhere I went,...

...people were pretty much
throwing fabrics at me.

Drapes, rugs, coats, sweaters.

Do you think it'll work?

I-- I think it's gonna have to.

-All right.
-Hey.

And I only have you to thank
for it.

Hmm.

I do have a couple more piles
in my car, though.

Really?

Yeah.

The more, the merrier.

And when the bins overflow,
we'll sort as we go.

Can I talk to you?

Sure.

I need to say something.

Is this about the deviled eggs?

I promised, I use real paprika.

It's not about the eggs.

Okay.

You've done more than
your share, and I'm grateful.

We all are.

But this, it's hiding.

I guess I don't know
what you mean.

Every time we've offered
support, grief groups,

prayer nights, you've always
had something to do.

A casserole to bake,
a-- a-- a budget to balance.

But staying busy,
it doesn't take the hurt away.

Letting go isn't the enemy,
Laura Leigh.

It's where God does His very
best work.

Trusting Him doesn't mean
carrying it all on your own.

Sometimes, it means setting it
down and letting Him carry you.

Okay.

I know you're probably drowning

in fabric and caffeine
right now,

but just a little heads-up.

Yeah.

The buyers moved up
their timeline.

They wanna come two days early.

-I showed them the sketches.
-What?

They're intrigued,

but intrigued isn't a yes.

And we both know intrigued
doesn't pay the bills.

So keep going.

You're close.

I can feel it.

See you soon!

You keep that up, you're gonna
wear a hole in the floor.

How do you think I feel?

They're gonna be here in 72
hours, and the shop's not ready,

half my pieces aren't even
finished, and--

The new designs
are better than ever.

Thank you, but, gosh,
I can't shake this feeling like

something is missing.

Maybe you need more buttons.

No, no,
it's bigger than buttons.

What about ruffles?

People love a good ruffle.

This ain't the Deerwood County
Fair pageant.

Well, thank goodness for that,
or I'll set you up against

Mavis Franklin's granddaughter,
and that kid's been winning

crowns since
she's had baby teeth.

I'm scared.

Will they understand my work?

I know you're scared,
but it's all gonna work out.

You have to do
what you believe in.

What's God telling you?

I don't know.

It's almost like I...

I can't hear Him.

Maybe that's 'cause you're too
busy trying to outrun His voice.

Breathe.

Listen.

What's missing?

A show-stopper.

My, uh, pièce de résistance.

Well, how about a piece of
pecan pie in the meantime?

Yes, please.

Good, you're gonna love it.

I'll eat one of these for now.

Mm.

Hey.

Hey, sweetheart.

Kitchen was suspiciously quiet.

Oh, I forgot breakfast.

Let me put something together.

No, please, it's fine.

I'll get something on the way.

I actually wasn't talking
about breakfast.

I was talking about you.

Your least favorite subject.

I can't imagine
I'm all that interesting.

Look...

Mom, you are the most selfless
person I know.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

It can be, if you forget
to leave time for yourself.

When I slow down,
it catches up to me.

I'm not ready to fall apart.

You don't-- you don't have to.

But you don't have to hold
everything up either.

I got new locks put on the shop.

For whenever you're ready.

Hey, this place is starting
to show off without you.

Yeah.

It really does look amazing.

Just, uh, finishing up the
counter back at the shop,

but once that's in,
everything should be ready.

Everything except me.

Then do what you do best.

One stitch at a time.

Hand over hand.

Thank you.

What's in the box?

Oh, this box?

Just something I can finish
in two hours.

You're gonna run out of paper

before you run out
of frustration.

I have more.

That recycling bin's gonna file
a complaint

if you don't give her a break.

This dress,
it has to be a show-stopper.

The finale.

The-- the proof.

Proof of what?

Hey.

Hey, just breathe.

I don't have time to breathe.

You don't have a collection
without air in it.

You know, you don't have
to try to outrun it.

Outrun what?

The fear.

The feeling that
if this doesn't work,

that it means you don't work.

It's not like that.

God doesn't measure us
by success.

Then why does it feel like
everything depends on this?

'Cause you're holding on
too tight.

You're trying to control it.

To earn it.

That's not how faith works.

This isn't about faith.

Are you kidding me?

Look around you.

Faith has been with you every
step of this journey.

You keep asking God to open
the right doors, but the truth

is you're too scared to leave
the hallway.

Well, yeah, I'm scared.

I am scared
they won't understand,

that they won't get it.

This is one of the biggest
fashion buyers in the industry.

This is huge.

At least I am trying.

I left everything behind.

Her, my mom, you.

I walked away from a life that
was safe and steady to chase

this dream.

I can't let go of it now.

No one's asking you to do that.

If they don't like it,

if they-- if they don't
understand my work, I am done.

Why?

Because if it doesn't happen
in New York,

it-- it doesn't matter?

Says who?

Says everyone.

No, not everyone.

Not Him.

Katie, the dream that God put
into your heart was never

about where you landed.

It's about who you become along
the way.

Now, I know you think success
can only look one way.

Big city.

Big crowd.

Big fashion.

But maybe success looks
a lot more like faith.

Maybe it looks like obedience,
like peace,

like trusting that wherever
He plants you,

that's where you're meant
to grow.

So if they don't get it,
they don't get it.

But you've done the work
that spoke to you,

and you've been
faithful to it.

But I...

I can't fail again.

You didn't fail me.

And you didn't fail Him.

And you're not gonna fail Him
with what you're doing now.

But, Katie, if you keep chasing
what He's already put

into your hands just because it
doesn't look the way you think

it should, you might miss
what He's trying to give you.

Or what He already has.

That wood owe you money
or something?

It's uneven.

Or maybe it's fine,
and you're just mad at it.

Or mad at her.

Why would I be mad?

'Cause she's leaving.

She always was.

I know you've been asking
yourself the same question

for years.

Yeah, what question's that?

Why'd God let you love someone
who wasn't meant to stay?

First Katie, then Tessa,
now Katie again.

Well, maybe I'm just wired
for the short version of things.

Or maybe this time you don't
leave anything unsaid.

I said plenty last night,
trust me.

About her or about you?

It's easy to see other people's
problems clear as day.

A lot harder when it's your own.

You love her.

You always have.

So tell her.

And if she walks away,
at least you didn't.

It's funny how we can be
surrounded by people,

friends, family, folks at work,

and still feel a little
lost sometimes.

Scripture tells us, "The Lord
is close to the brokenhearted

and saves those who are crushed
in spirit."

God's house is where we remember
we are not alone.

It's where we're reminded of
who we are and Whose we are.

Baby, that's enough.

I'm almost finished.

No, you're not.

Let me have this.

That feeling wreaking havoc
inside you right now,

I've lived with that
for the past ten years,

and it took a long time
to see it.

When Dad passed, I kept going,
never stopped.

So when my mother got sick,
I didn't wanna feel it again,

so I didn't.

I filled my days with
casserole, coupon books,

and bake sales.

People thought I was strong.

I let 'em.

You coming back here,
bringing pieces of her back

into this house
and into the shop,

it was like she walked in again.

And I couldn't pretend
that it didn't exist anymore.

I used to pray for strength
to keep going.

Now I pray for strength to stop
running.

And I think maybe that's
what you need, too.

I-- I have been so focused on
proving that my work is enough.

That I'm enough for them,
for Grandma, for you.

Baby, you've always been enough.

I don't know
if I can finish this.

God wouldn't have brought you
back here

if you weren't meant to.

Yeah.

This-- this fabric-- where,
where did you get it?

It was the first dress
Grandma ever made.

Do you have a picture of it?

I think Grandma was planning
to recreate this

or something inspired
by it.

Hmm.

I have been trying to make
my final dress bold, loud,

like it needed to shout
to be worthy of an ending.

But maybe it's not about making
a statement.

Maybe it's about remembering
where it all started.

Hmm.

This is exactly
what I have been looking for.

How can I help?

It looks exactly like
it did while I was a kid.

Only somehow even more special.

Okay, okay, but--
but seriously,

what did you think
was gonna happen?

I don't know.

I figured if I just pushed the
little pedal thing slow enough,

the machine wouldn't--

Spit out three feet of zigzags
like it was having

a nervous breakdown?

I was just trying to help.

You are helping.

Maybe I should just cut fabric.

That's part of the process,
too, right?

Yes, Mom.

Cutting fabric is definitely
part of the process.

Got the big one for you.

Heavier than a Thanksgiving nap.

Just holler where you want it.

Oh, right over there.

It's beautiful.

You know Luke, only the best.

It's what he loves to do.

Thank you.

Hi.

The counter is beautiful.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I owe you an apology.

- No, you don't.
- Yeah, I do.

I, uh, said some things
I shouldn't have.

Things I didn't mean,
things you didn't deserve.

You were just trying to help me
get back on track.

Maybe, but if I'm being honest,
really honest, I think,

uh, I think we had two
different tracks in mind.

I was trying to steer you
onto one

you walked away from a long time
ago, and that wasn't fair.

You're gonna leave,
and that was always the plan.

I told myself I--
I was at peace with it.

I'd-- I'd be fine either way.

But I can't ask you to be
honest about what you want

without being honest
about what I want.

And what I want is you.

You don't have to say anything.

I'm not trying to change
your plans.

I just didn't wanna leave
it unsaid this time.

Good luck tomorrow, Katie.

"She is clothed with strength
and dignity."

Mm.

So what do you think?

Well, I think it's too pretty
for a mannequin.

You should wear it tonight.

Your nerves are showing,
my dear.

They're late.

It's not a good sign to be late.

Isn't fashionably late a good
thing in your business?

Touché.

They're here.

They're here.

Well, go get 'em, then.

Thanks a lot.

notice just
some of the delicate details.

You can see there's
an evolution to the style.

Here, we have this nice
waist strand

with a little bit of applique.

No matter what they think,
you're doing the right thing.

Following your heart
in everything you do,

no matter the cost.

Just like Grandmother did.

You did it.

I really did.

You brought your vision to life
in record time,

with conviction, with soul.

This is what they don't teach
in design school.

What is it?

Uh, nothing, I...

They don't like the line,
do they?

You know, it's-- it's okay.

Really, I am prepared for--

-Katie.
-Hi.

I really appreciate you coming
all the way out here.

We love it.

It's thoughtful.

Intentional.

Not just wearable, livable.

That's because it was never
just about the clothes.

Katie stitched a story
into every piece: legacy,

heart, purpose.

And you can't mass-produce that.

Hmm.

It's rare to find something
that feels anchored,

like it knows exactly
what it is.

It does now.

Give us a minute?

Yeah.

Okay, seriously, if I ever open
a second location,

I want it to look exactly like
this, except with some more

cupcakes and pink.

So much pink.

Basically, the exact same as
the bakery you already have now?

Okay, hush. I was trying
to be complimentary.

I couldn't have done any of
this without you, Pheebs.

We make a good team.

We do, don't we?

Excuse me.

Do you have a moment?

Of course.

We've talked it over,

and we are ready
to move forward.

We want to produce your line.

Nationwide.

Feature you at Fashion Week.

Build a-- a brand around this,
around you.

There's just one note:
the verses.

We need to remove them.

It's a branding thing.

Religion and faith,
it's just too much of a gamble.

Look, um, I'm grateful, truly,

but, uh, there isn't a
collection without the verses.

They're not a detail.

They are the heart.

Jesus is why this exists.

Why I'm standing here.

And it's not a gimmick.

And it's not a gamble to me,
to the rest of us here.

It's the thread, the soul.

It's His grace, His love,
holding this all together,

holding us all together.

So, um, if that is a deal
breaker for you, I understand.

Well, maybe not so fast.

Give us a minute.

I just spoke to Ivan and told
him about the verses.

And?

And he wants them to stay.

He said they are one of a kind,

and something
the world needs to see.

He's in.

We'll be in touch.

Nice work, Katie.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

I am so proud of you.

I gotta get more of
these in before you go.

Well, actually, I wanna stay
and reopen the boutique,

not just for my pieces, but for
all the small-town designers.

People like me, people
who are just getting started

and need someone to believe
in them.

If that's okay with you?

She wouldn't have wanted
it any other way.

Yeah.

What is it?

There is something in the back
waiting for you.

Something?

Or someone.

Excuse me.

Hey, uh, party's out front,
you know?

Yeah, but the heart's back here.

For the woman of the hour.

Sophisticated, elegant,
just like you wanted.

Aw.

I think you got it right
the first time.

I have always been
a wildflower girl.

I never doubted you
for a second,

which is why...

W-- what do you have back
there, a whole forest?

I think, uh,
the real question is,

are these a goodbye gift
or a welcome home present?

I'm sorry, but, uh,
could you repeat that?