Another one

A new girl turned up on the doorstep the other day. She had to wait outside for a long while until someone tall enough to reach the door handle got home. She says her name is Eiko, like this costume designer I never heard of. (ed. note see http://coilhouse.net/2012/01/r-i-p-eiko-ishioka-july-1939-january-21-2012/) But the movies that lady designed for look cool. I don't know what our Eiko does. She seems excited about the sewing machines, since we live in the sewing room. (or whatever it's technically called.)