Post #2: Christmas Eve Dinner At Catherine's

I'm a scrooge, admittedly. My family is heading to Atlanta, Georgia to celebrate the holidays while I'm here in NYC playing dress up in my room. But I can't think of any place I'd rather be in the world. After all, NYC is the land of the freaks and home of the brave, no? Maybe I misinterpreted the national anthem?

My friends and co-workers all shuffled off early yesterday and are en-route to some "home bound" destination. While I'm here anxiously awaiting my new black dress and matching pumps. What can I say? You had 364 other days to give and get presents, drink, be merry and celebrate the birth of Jesus. Why

wait until Dec. 25th to celebrate? Don't you celebrate life, give generously, drink and make merriment all year? I do.

So with no plans for this holiday, I get an invitation for Christmas Eve dinner at a friends. And for those of you who don't know, I struggle with being socially active. So I was impressed when I committed to going even though I considered cancelling a few times. But Santa came early & he delivered a hot little black dress and a pair of round toed black pumps, albeit 1 size too small. So any opportunity to put on heels will get this cross-dressing fashionista hailing a yellow cab at all ungodly hours of the night.

If you didn't read any of the above paragraphs, I don't blame yah! Lets talk about the real issue here, my fabulous outfit for tonight's din din. Black cut-out dress courtesy of http://www.asos.com/ and 6 inch heels from http://www.beverlyheels.com/. Ain't this some kinda nice? [insert redneck accent]. A classic black cocktail dress that will serve many occasions and black stripper heels to rival any YSL pump, hmm well maybe not. But what's a man who wears size 14 heels to do? Let me know what you think of the outfit & wish me best of luck while I scramble around my hood looking for a hostess gift. I'm thinking a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream? And if your Christmas Eve dinner outfit rivals mine, then send pics boo boo! In the meantime, la heim bitches and Happy Holidays!

Post #1: Why is this so difficult, just look at the sketch and make the dress? Hmmph!



Today's get up; Lorick open back top, red fox wrap w/fur face, Nicka K lipstick (silver) 



I'm in the elevator of a familiar building in the Fashion District (NYC), and I am looking for room 406. It's a small make shift space and I am already not impressed. It's my 1st meeting with these Sample Makers and there are two of them. I jump into the details aggressively, I have alot to cover, I know what I want and I am paying for this consultation by the hour. Time is money honey.

Being the untrained novice that I am, I didn't understand the need for detailed specs. I have a sketch of a dress, I know how long I wanted it to be. I know what color and what fabric it should be, and as far as I am concerned, I was ahead of the game. Well, not so fast my good tranny. When one of the sample makers asked "How wide is the opening of the hem"? I thought to myself, homie isn't that what I'm paying you to figure out? Or when he asked the measurement of the armseye? Now you know, he just made that shit up? Armseye? Come on man, just look at the sketch and make the dress? Why is this so difficult? Why is no one ready? [insert Miranda Priestly's, The Devil Wears Prada monologue]. I really had a moment where I said, make the hem the same size as what every dress hem normally is. Aren't they all the same?

A look of "Oh no she didn't, snap snap, and a neckroll" best described the look of these 2 poor guys who had the displeasure of meeting with me. This is when it finally struck them that I have no clue what I am doing and when I finally realized this is going to be somewhat tedious. I am not formally trained as a designer and it became apparent rather quickly. I have no problems going through sheets of paper, and rounds of trial and error to figure out specs for a handbag. And I am pretty damn confident in my own skills there, so why is ready-to-wear so much more difficult?

I am on the subway heading home with a headache and a cup of Dunkaccino concocting a bazillion reasons why this dress shouldn't be difficult. After all, it's one of my simpler designs. What if I did the dress with the actual bird wings, or the blazer with the horns? I mean...........are they just yanking my testicles, because I'm not enjoying it? And THEN I had that proverbial "Ahaa" moment. The difference is, bags are not sizeable items, no grading and no fit required. You would never hear "I don't like the way it fits" or "Does this bag make my butt look big"? And if you did, you know she straight trippin boo [snickerz].

With my new appreciation for mind numbing details such as measurement from bustpoint to bustpoint, I have a follow up with the Sample Makers post holidays. So with measuring tape in hand and my ego in check, all my home girls best beware the fate of my destiny lies in the distance between their areolas. No, seriously how many inches from nipple to nipple?