Former Fashion Designer, Mom, Underperforming Perfectionist, Fitness & Diet Schizophrenic
It was 1995 and I had been looking forward to a particular event for a while, even meticulously planning. I had made a hair appointment, and the direction to my stylist “Thteve” (he had a fantastic Chelsea lisp) was bold: make it fashionable and make it glamorous.
That night when I got home I was a little sad to take off the dress. I actually did consider sleeping in it. Kind of like when I wanted to sleep in my wedding dress:
I was killing it with my diligence for 3 months, even zip locked bagged up my powder and vitamins to take while I was on the road. Then the spring business craziness hit all the kids’ activities, not to mention trying to ingest as much caffeine as possible to fuel it all, and you guessed it: my habit faded and had disappeared.
Like I was Cinderella and the fairy godmother had made a dress just for me. Wow, they were good: they never took my measurements but had the coat altered to fit me perfectly, I was ecstatic.
I was working for the company I previously blogged about that timed the frequency and duration of coffee breaks (even when you were working a 16-hour day). So of course since I was the rule follower then (as I am now), I decided running for my coffee was a good idea – need to keep that time out of office to a minimum! And yes, in my new platforms … why not?
I feel like this is just another example of the ugly side of the fashion industry. Nike doesn't care about them, the fashion companies don't care about them, they are perfectly ok with them going into debt for a look. Keeping people saddled down with debt so they cannot get out of their situations, because these kids have to have the coolest, newest outfit.
Day 21 With all the rain we are getting in NC this spring, I am super happy I bought my white sneakers. They keep me warm and cozy and my feet dry. All the fashion forecasting reports say the white sneakers are here to stay, it's a trend that will stick. One of those [...]
This was just a plain foreshadowing (truth in advertising?) of the illogical abuse that followed in the design houses. One day you were the darling, the president loved your designs and you could do no wrong. The next day
We decided the right thing to do was dress in a cute dress and forget the experiment for the night. I was super excited to shop my own closet for the first time in a while! When I put on my favorite leather dress, I thought, “well, this is a little too much celebration and I really don't want to draw attention to myself on someone else's birthday.”
Always have an outfit at the ready that you do not have to think about, especially if you have multiple events in a row. With the static wardrobe, a few extras on hand in the event of a yogurt explosion is very helpful.