Costume Class
Story time:
Way back in college I took a costuming class. The final for the first course was to make a garment that someone would wear, either yourself or a model, in front of the class on the day of the final. Most people begun the class not knowing how to sew at all and were already planning on making their friends wedding dress, which sadly, did not turn out like either party had hoped. But at least they tried.
There were two girls who just putzed away all class. Giggling at their phones, passing notes (uh, we’re in college chickies), and completely ignoring any kind of instruction on you know, how to sew.
So it’s Final time! Mine was horrid. It was a bodice made out of weird pleathery material that had oddly placed darts. It burned in a fire pit later that summer. But the two girls totally thought they had outsmarted everyone. They went through the scrap fabric bins my costume room mistress kept and stole some flannely looking felt. You know the stuff. The “No Sew scarf!” material. Which is exactly what they did. Cut it into a long ass strip, cut some fringe in the end, and walked their asses up in front of the class like they were Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie.
My professor almost died laughing when she asked to see a seam. The girls, wide eyed and deer stuck in headlights, responded “Seam?”. They then pointed out that they, yanno, like, totally cut it, which should be like a C, because they did at least half the work.
Whenever I’m down I like to think about my Professor, holding onto a cutting table, bent over, almost crying while snort laughing at the poor girls.
I never said she was a good professor, but she makes for some great stories.
