In my warehouse cleansing frenzy, I found an old dress that I’d saved for demonstration purposes.
The thing is mentionable because it won third place in an annual design contest -earning a scholarship- and it’s horrible! Don’t get me wrong, the designer had a cute idea but the quality is appallingly bad. It’s distressingly bad. It’s awful! One can only imagine how horrible the 4th and 5th place winners were. I save this as a reminder of what design schools put out and/or put up with; it depends on your perspective. Anyway, here’s the list of this student’s sins:
First of all, the right side seam is at least an inch shorter than the left side seam. The hems are off.
Speaking of hems, here’s a sample of this one. Yes, those are lovely crudely cut raw edges sticking out there. I don’t know that I’d flatter this sample by actually describing these hems as “sewn”. It almost makes me wonder if the designer would have preferred a stapler and dispensed with formalities. Where’s a stapler when you need one?
The only redeeming feature -what I’d call actual engineering- is shown here; it’s a zipper set in to the armhole, and it opens all the way. I remember the members of the design committee were momentarily nonplussed as it this closure wasn’t ever done “before” and I thought why not?
Unfortunately, this student wasn’t privy to the same zipper tutorial that you all have been. Still worse, the facings aren’t only hand tacked, they aren’t even the same width!
Here’s a view of the inside; I don’t know that I’d flatter this sample by even calling these facings. Look at those seam allowances off to the left. The allowances here are 3/4″ when they should be 1/4″.
These side seams are just tacky. Failing to cut the selvedges away is such an amateur effort, I don’t know why she bothered to design or make the thing.
It’s pretty scary if you think about it…this student won third place and a scholarship! Has the entire world taken leave of its senses? One can only hope that the standards in design school have improved because this sample bodes poorly.
No matter, there’s no accounting for taste so I suppose it’s only fair I come clean at this point. I made this dress -oh the bloom of innocence- I knew so little then. I suppose I’d do well to take this as a gentle reminder to be more patient and thank karma that’s all it was. I should hang this thing over my desk to remind myself to be nicer. The dress fell out of one of my bundle bags; the two disparate reminders of my career couldn’t be more poignantly or painfully clear. I was a girl with dreams -thankfully- I haven’t lost them yet.