Vera Wang and the Tale of the Busted Tire
(old pic snagged from google images)
I woke up at an ungodly hour this morning to make it into Manhattan to help dress at Vera's showroom. I had just about enough time to get there without being late when I noticed I had a flat tire :x So I stopped and put some air in it and sped to West 39th street.
Boy, I kid you not, the fashion industry is...well...uh...you know what? Let me not say because I get the feeling bad mouthing the industry is the equivalent of siding with Osama Bin Laden.
Anyway, the dresses were absolutely GORGEOUS and almost made me wish I was getting married, but then I realized #1. I'm probably not going to get married and #2. If I do, I won't be spending $8,000+ on my dress.
So while I was dressing a model (who I befriended because one of the other models was acting like a bitch), out the corner of my eye I can see walking towards me--Vera FUCKING Wang herself! Something about her presence (and don't let me get into her fur coat paired with black leggings, a long white Hanes-like tee, and brown Birkenstock Jesus sandals) yeah, so something about her presence instantly commanded respect and authority. Made me squeeze the model's skin in the zipper of the dress I was hurrying to put on her...lol. Vera even smiled at me (ok, so she smiled at the person standing next to me, but who's counting?). She made the bitchy model fix her hair because she didn't like it and I kinda snickered and did the butterfly on the inside.
THIS is the shit they need to show on ANTM.
All in all it was a great experience even though several times it was made known how little and unimportant myself and the other dressers were. I still learned a lot. *nervous smile*
Oh yeah, that flat tire from this morning? Well, I forgot about it driving home from the city and it blew when I was in the Queens Midtown Tunnel. Thank goodness there were cops there who helped and changed my tire for me. This is the second time this week NYC cops had my back. I need to stop talking shit about them...lol.