Horrors! We groan as we stand before the mirror in the half completed frock for which we have cherished such fond dreams, and note with a sinking feeling the drawn and sagging sleeves, the odd, ugly wrinkles about the shoulders, the ruffled appearance in the region of the neck and the forlorn drooping lines of the skirt. What could have been the trouble? Thoroughly discouraged, but seeing no cure for it, we finish the dress up hurriedly, all the joy departed, and after a few mortifying appearances in public, garbed in the sorry looking creation, we vengefully tear it up and use it for dust rags, swearing never again to experiment with the uncertainties of home dressmaking.