In a world with so much junk and so much deceptive marketing, there is Taylor Coco at its core. And, dammit, I fell for it. Their marketing is good. Their product is crap, but good for lots of laughs. What you order won't fit because it appears to be made by blind, day-drinking arthritics new to sewing. It will take forever to arrive, and you will wonder what you were drinking when you fell into this trap. Apparently returning it to China is an even bigger joke than the merchandise. So, congrats Taylor Coco, or whatever you're calling yourself on Insta and elsewhere today. You got me good. This polyester mess will be good for someone's crafting practice.