True Fashion Dedication

I visited the Marc Jacobs mainline store the other day to pick (as in BORROW ala Tinsley Mortimer) clothes to wear for the show. They arrived in my hotel room 30 minutes before call time packed neatly in a big white bag.

Just for fun, click click click for a wee bit of fashion drama! Be sure to read it. It's hilarious! I swear to god, I am SO gonna be nice to celebrities now because of this 'experience'. Haha!

Let's unpack the garment bag, shall we?

Marc Jacobs Garment Bag

I chose a chic cashmere sweater (OH SO SOFT!!!!) as my main top and a gray piece as back-up.

I really love this sweater. it comes in another colour too… like a pale, pastel salmon. Soo gorgeous! Marc always makes great cashmere sweaters, I swear.

Don't you just love it when you see the terms "XS" or "Size ZERO" on the tags of your clothes?

As for bottoms, I chose a pair of loose, slouchy trousers.

Runway…

I should have gone for a size ZERO because size 2 were a bit too big for me. Well, perhaps next time…

Now all I need is that headband and bam, fall/winter 2008 Marc Jacobs is dat chu?

Unfortunately, they don't have them… but it's ok.

Now.. since I'm no six-foot, long-legged glamazon AND I'm
wearing flats, I asked one of the helpful staff to temporarily fix the
hems. It's such a last-minute request because my original outfit was a
turquoise trench and a pair of shorts but the shorts were too big for
me. Good thing I popped by the store!

When I unpacked the garment bag in my room, I noticed the lining of the trouser's left leg were closed and sewn in together. I could get my leg in but I couldn't get my foot out!

I looked at the clock and I noticed ….OH MY GOD IT'S 8:02PM! I had to be downstairs at 8:30PM… which means… 28 minutes to pull this off!

All alone in my room and I didn't want to ask anyone for help. The show starts soon and everyone is busy doing their own thing. It would've been much faster if I do repair the trouser myself.

I remained calm. I tried not to panic. I kept telling myself "I could do this, I could do this."

(OBVIOUSLY I REMAINED CALM BECAUSE THE FIRST THING ON MY MIND WAS "OH MY GOD, THIS WOULD TOTALLY MAKE A GOOD BLOG ENTRY. Hah!)

I called housekeeping and asked for a sewing kit.

While waiting, I grabbed a pair of scissors (it's a GOOD thing I brought scissors with me… am I ever the girl scout?).

I removed the stitches, slowly and surely, to make sure I don't damage the fabric. 

When the sewing kit came, I started sewing.

I had absolutely NO idea what I was doing (I've never been to fashion school or what have you). All I knew is that it was important for me to get a thread, put it inside the needle and try to
fix my trousers. That was the only thing I have in mind at that moment and nothing else.

I was petrified of looking at the clock so I kept sewing and sewing.

Next thing you know… I was done.

Finito.

Look at the clock…

If you think you'd be reaching out for your xanax with that moment, wait till you walk in front of the red carpet with a TON of photographers taking your photos while you sweat in a room packed with people in your cashmere. When they announced my name to the photographers, I wanted the ground to open up, swallow me alive and get over it. I was soooo nervous!!!

Oh dear. And oh how I wish I had that headband.


Photo credit: Imaginex

But hey… a gurl's gotta do what she's gotta do so there.

I swear I'm gonna be SO much nicer to celebrities now. How they manage to look PERFECT must be a mind-blowing task.

Whatevs Mischa!

It all happened very fast but I had so much fun.

Thank YOU guys for the once in a lifetime experience.

After the show, I went back to my room to remove the stitching I did. I was so scared of damaging the trousers and I wanted to do it right.

Voila!

The clothes I borrowed are now back in their hands and I'm happy to report to you that Cinderella finally went back to her little world, away from the glitz and glamour.