Human desires are infinite, but we sure as fuck won't seek them using expensive-ass humans that need benefits. And sleep.
Turns out that hand-made outfits are only being bought by some hipster niche subset of the wealthy, while the real world is buying robomade shirts. Turns out luxury items are an exception to the rule, an outlier, a fluke. The path of the bottom-line, of efficiency, is still king. Is the only reality pertinent enough to discuss, unless you need to be misleading.
Turns out they only buy from flukes too, the outliers of hand-sowing talent. The whole concept is negligible. A rounding error. Human desires are infinite, but buyers aren't.
There's a young man in 2350 who was assured by someone in 2015 that he wouldn't need to worry about everyone jumping to unpaid robolabor. Even so, he's taking no chances, he worries employers will overlook those without approval from the diploma mills. But he'll buy the signature with a paycheck, because our little wiseass knows student loans are a predatory industry, an authorized scam.
He's not disabled, physically or mentally. He's a perfect specimen. He's healthy, he's eager, he's earnest, he'd like one of those abundant human-performed jobs he heard about.