Leanne designed a confection of a dress out of a pink plastic tablecloth (Oy! I can barely type that word anymore!) that was adorned with pink meringue cookies, pink marshmallows, and ruffled flourishes of white coffee filters. I loved the silhouette and proportions, and the exuberance of the back of the bodice was masterful. I'm eager to see more from her!
Stella. Oh, Stella. Her time in the workroom can best be summarized by the word, "stalled." She was a mass of indecision. She struggled with a red plastic tablecloth, but feared that she didn't have enough of it. Terri offered to give her some of her same red plastic, which was enormously generous, and I gave both of them permission to do this. So, what happened to the red plastic? I don't know. All that I know is that at the last minute, Stella swapped it out for those nasty, flimsy black garbage bags. The look that she created was preposterous, a deformed apron, in my opinion. My certainty that she would be a goner was underscored by my longing for the red plastic tablecloth. Now there's a statement!
Suede used a navy and white checkerboard plastic tablecloth (it screamed "picnic!") for the core of his strapless dress. And I was amused by his use of doggy clean-up bags for the ruffle embellishment at the hem and neckline. Thankfully, he broke up the expanse of the picnic tablecloth with blue transparent plastic squares, the source of which continue to elude me. What are they? In any case, he mitigated the tablecloth dilemma and passed through unscathed. Terri wowed me with the weaving and of the mop heads to form the top of her look. It was innovation, resourceful, and beautifully proportioned. Why, then, did she choose to pair it with that lackluster red plastic (tablecloth) skirt? I found the skirt to be a throwaway and I feared that it may detract from the resounding success of the top. Thankfully, she got by.