Dress? Mess? You decide!

I spent two hours today trying to make a paper dress for a class I'm taking. It looks like it was tailored for a girl with scoliosis and one shoulder twice as big as the other. My dress would not help her situation.

It reminds me of when I wanted to play basketball, but then realized that I have no coordination. By "realized" I mean "had to be told by the coach." That's how I ended up in cross country.