Dear Gap,
The shirt I bought from you on Friday looks like a 1994-era plaid shirt was attacked by a 1970-era tuxedo shirt, and somehow I love it. In the future, however, would it be possible to cut your clothes for women who actually have breasts? Showing my bra off to everyone on 3rd Avenue at 12:30pm wasn’t really on my agenda today.
No love,
Amanda
I thought about naming this post Make It Work, but decided to opt for the less cliched Tim Gunn catchphrase.
Sooo. Project Runway Season 5 premiered last night, and I sat down to watch it despite the incredible amount of underwhelment I felt throughout season 4. There were too many veterans in season 4, and those who weren’t veterans (*cough*Christian*cough*) took cocky precociousness and adorableness to annoying levels I was previously unaware actually were possible. Also, none of them could live up to the awesomeness that was Santino Rice from season 2. (I actually wasn’t overly impressed with season 3 either, although I still say Alison was screwed over)
This episode was notable for the guest appearance of the fabulous Austin Scarlett (yes, even gayer than his name):
Austin was apparently the winner of this challenge in season 1 (I was a latecomer to Project Runway and saw all of season 1 and most of season 2 in reruns) but I remember him best for saving Jay’s ass by modeling for him in one of the challenges. And for being flaming enough to set fire to Yosemite National Park all by himself.
I could recap the entire episode, but others have done it earlier and better. Suffice it to say that I agreed with the judges’ verdicts – Jerry and Stella deserved to be in the bottom two, and I was glad when it was Jerry to go – beyond the fact that he’s too experienced for the show, his design was a mess, like something from a horror flick, and he was delusional enough to think it was awesome. Stella at least knew her trash bag dress was shit.
Likewise, Kelli deserved to win – the hand dyed vacuum bag skirt was incredible, although I was less fond of the coffee filter top. Daniel’s blue solo cup dress similarly rocked – it was even more amazing when you realized how he had to do it – and I actually would have worn Kordo’s tablecloth dress.
All in all, an okay start to the season. I’m not sure who my favorites will be yet – it’s early yet -but I can tell that it won’t be Blayne. The tanorexic Seattle designer/barista is beating even Christian for annoying, and that takes some doing. I spent most of last season wanting to bash the fashion elf over his overly hairsprayed head.
I got a wild hair this morning to clear out my closet (well okay, its been something I’ve been meaning to do for awhile, as I’m moving in August) and now most of my wardrobe is in white trash bags, including the following:
My actual wardrobe is now limited to two pairs of trousers (one black, one ivory), two pairs of jeans, two dresses (one black, one purple), a bunch of skirts, a few suits, a few jersey tops, a handful of sweaters, and some t-shirts.
Oh, and about a dozen pair of shoes.
At least it’ll be easy to pack in August?
Yesterday, I figured out that I may have a problem.
I was searching Piperlime for new black flats as mine are so stretched out that they slap against my feet like flip-flops, and instead of buying these Anne Klein shoes in the black patent, I got…dark pink. This is on top of the green shoes I bought earlier this year, the purple ones I got last fall, and a pair of maroon ones. In addition, Target has a pair of kitten heel Mary Janes coming out that I want in red. Or blue. When I finally pick out a pair of flat sandals for the summer, I have a sneaking suspicion that I won’t get either brown/tan or black, but green or red.
And in the meantime? I still need a new pair of black flats.