That was not how I planned my Fashion Week debut.
Everything went wrong:
Streetcar broke down!
45 minutes late!
Running down Queen Street with 5 garment bags!
Backstage insanity!
Only 2 dressers!
Wrong music!
Forgot to re-do fencing jacket!
The one with the cupcake icing stains!
Red-carpet gown didn’t fit!
Forgot to tape shoes!
Shoes didn’t fit!
Two models bailed!
Nip slip!
Different makeup than planned!
Discovered I had the same collar-chain necklace idea as Andy Thé-Anh!
Model fell!
Skirt split!
Empty seats - hell, empty rows of seats!
No interviews!
Lost shoes!
I will hibernate forever.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Andrea Haid // Mar 23, 2008 at 9:10 pm
Hey Danielle and Carolyn, I adore Rags and Mags! It’s funny and perky, it was wicked to read while Fashion Week was going on. I find it very refreshing and insightful… thanks for creating this site and offering something so great!
2 Kim J // Mar 24, 2008 at 5:22 am
Oh no
3 [FAT] // Apr 11, 2008 at 6:03 pm
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