What a day. Not nearly what the next two days of shopping for "What Not to Wear" will be, I'm sure, but it was tiring nonetheless. Sandra, my production assistant, aka my shopping buddy and general helper, picked me up around 10, and we went directly to a bra fitting uptown. (Of course, we had to stop for a bagel at an Upper East Side bakery, crammed with mommies and nannies pushing the most expensive strollers I've ever seen. Julian and I, with our Moby wrap, would have stuck out like, well, a crunchy hippie in Manhattan.)
I wasn't too nervous about the bra fitting. (Seriously, if childbirth doesn't completely wipe away all your modesty, nursing will.) But the "fitting specialist" who helped me could have been a little sweeter about the whole ordeal. I've heard that something like 85 percent of women wear the wrong bra size, and I was without a doubt one of them. But I didn't exactly realize how much a well-fitted bra could do for a girl! But it comes at a price. I have $5,000 to spend this week, and my first $170 went to two, yes TWO, bras, not counting the $200 one the saleswoman was really pushing. $200 on a bra? Not in this lifetime, even if I do have five grand in my pocket.
Then it was off to the studio. The 360-degree mirror took up a lot of the day. It's this box they've rigged with mirrors on all sides. They put you in three outfits from your old wardrobe that represent the different areas of your life: work, play, casual. It's the part I was supposed to dread, and all day they were asking me on camera how I felt about the 360-degree mirror. "Fine," I kept saying, but they kept pushing. I think even the crew would admit that the "reality" of the show is definitely pushed. I never lied and said I hated being in the mirror; the closest I could come was that it was embarrassing to really see how poorly my clothes fit. The outfits really are hideous, but I'm not the type of person to really care that much about physical appearance, so I didn't get too worked up. No tears, no drama. I'm sure the producers were a little disappointed. Let's just hope they don't kick me off the show if I don't cry by the end.
Hosts Stacy London and Clinton Kelly were with me during the 360, and they said some pretty harsh things ("It looks like you've been rolling around in dirt!" "You could still be pregnant in that shirt!"), but it was actually really fun to spend some more time with them. They're super nice, really witty, somewhat interested in my personal life. I think the most enjoyable parts of my day were when the crew was making adjustments to the lighting or cameras, and Clinton and I or Stacy and I could just talk about things other than fashion. Then, suddenly, they lost their domineering, teacher-student complexes. We talked movies and magazines, babies and boyfriends. I was disappointed that my one-on-one time with them felt so rushed. We always just had 30 seconds there and 30 seconds there.
Anyway, then came "The Rules" section. They showed some really cute outfits on mannequins that are supposed to help me shop tomorrow and Wednesday. I was ready just to pull the clothes off the models, they were so adorable. They definitely gave me some ideas for later...
They say I'm supposed to spend half my money tomorrow, which seems completely insane, but it has been done many a time before. In fact, I got to meet one of the other Austin "contributers" today, Danielle Solan. It's such a small world; she's the choir teacher of one of the kids of a business writer at the Statesman. Who woulda thought? She looked incredible, and she's back in Austin for her big "reveal" Tuesday.
If I'm tired tonight, I can't imagine what it'll be like tomorrow...
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