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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?