Maybe I have some sort of syndrome or a highly developed sense of something or other but the third example in particular just gives me the heebees.

It isn't that I strive for perfection, its just that I don't know any other way of working than having everything perfectly attuned, aligned, represented - after all - someone went to the trouble of creating a piece of fabric which is most likely an accurate representation of the sett, correct to the thread, and then it is pleated with no regard for that.

It makes my brain itch.

Anne the Pleater :ootd: