It’s nice that dress makers know what they’re doing – because if I went chop, chop, chop along the edge of my wedding dress it wouldn’t end prettily. That is however, how they do it. Relatively free-hand, while you stand there telling yourself that they do know what they’re doing and then you relinquish the lovely thing over for a month or so and hope it comes back better than when you submitted it to the knife.
In a remote way it seems a little like my experimental sewing endeavors. It’s a wonder they don’t make you sign something that says you’ll not be irate if it comes back wrong… but then where would my confidence be?