Well *I’d* pick you for my personal kingdom of most awesome people, so there.

That dance level was the longest 90 seconds of my life.

I can’t believe you still have them, this makes me so cozy. Yam seng, kopeng!

It was great to have you! And thank you so much, what a tremendous honor.

I sure did! A bunch of people took pictures with me, but I forgot to take one of myself. Oops! I will get back in it tomorrow when I’m finished with my Andor costumes. :)

I’ve added you to this starter pack! Wa koming gut!

Okay, I feel better having let that out.

Back to my own sewing project, which absolutely might come out hideous, but at least will be made out of somewhat logical materials and not make me feel like I’m being forced to cosplay as the grocery bag of grocery bags under my parents’ kitchen sink.

Horrific thought: Are they… making these women make their own concert outfits at home? Surely not, but now that I’ve said it, I can’t get away from the idea.

Would explain the wildly varying hems, and why none of these stretchy-looking dresses seems to have met a serger.

but then why literally underline all the chests? Whyyyyy?

But at least they all have perfectly matching pearl necklaces (that look like cheap party favors against the white, and are the perfect length to sit weirdly and highlight creases).

But back to the snark, WHY MAKE THE GIANT SLEEVES SO SHORT?! Now everyone’s mix of Apple watches and hair elastics is just highlighted against the white, they have to worry about what their hands are doing, and the varying sleeve length is yet another way to miss cohesiveness by a mile. Whyyyyyyyy.

Oh NO. I didn’t think these could possibly get worse, but the design from the side is just plain mean.

There’s no attempt to look uniform on the diversity of body types, and the mess of tents/awnings/tarps REALLY draws the eye… oddly.

Now I just feel bad, wearing this would make me feel terrible.

Wearing flimsy white lace-trimmed camisoles pulled way down over the hips under every single shirt was very much What The Cool Modest Girls of Utah did in the 2000s, so I can’t say they’re failing at brand recognition here.

But THOSE HEMS. And the (almost?) matching skirts! Most cursed layer cakes.

What is happening here?? The longer I look, the more confused I get.

Which hems are sadder? The thin uneven ones around the crop tops, or the giant puckered satin-trimmed abominations around the sleeves and under…things? Why do they have both?

From the shoulders up, they look like the offspring of a cathedral cotta and a jersey-knit dress. Ugly, but not criminally unhinged.

But then —

THE CROP TOP!

At first glance, it looks like they’ve got an understitched facing on their necklines… and all put their dresses on inside-out.

Apparently I angered Mormon God.

Okay, we’re back!