Tailors who make women’s dresses are creative, and we applaud them. They always go all out with the cut, the fabric and the embellishments, and the end result is always a banger. But…but… ironing it is always the wahala. If you have ever had to iron a woman’s dress, then you’ll understand the pains we feel.
1. When you have to set the iron to a particular heat level.
Because the fabric is delicate and any unchecked heat level can ruin it forever.
2. When the sleeves are too flamboyant and you don’t know where to start ironing it from.
Just imagine being faced with this kind of dress. How and where do you want to start ironing from?
3. It’s all fun and games, until the dress is completely beaded. Or maybe sequined from top to bottom.
How, biko? Why is that tailors don’t have the fear of God?
4. Also, why is it that some dresses have plenty cut-cut?
Just imagine being Chioma Jesus’ child and you have to help her iron. Haq. Na to dey fake sickness remain.
5. I don’t think there’s anything more annoying than ironing pleated skirts.
Having to arrange each pleat and then iron it accordingly. You know what’s worse? When you iron the back and you see that the front you already ironed has scattered.
6. Also, can we petition for smokey/smoking rubber dresses to be cancelled?
How one dress can be a torture is beyond me. For real.
7. The most annoying part is when you finish ironing it and it doesn’t even appear so.
No gator, no nothing. Just one plain sheath, all your efforts unrecognized.
Tailors, abeg. Na God we dey use beg you. Pity us biko.
