Judgement: Shopping and Jury Show Results.

I spent the first chunk of today shopping at Somerset because that’s what I do when I’m bored and need to get out of the house: I shop. I visited the South side (or as I like to call it, the snobby rich side, the snooty side, the judgmental side, etc) and took note of the definite difference in customer service and clientele between the North and South sides.

I usually stick to the North side, which in comparison to the South side is probably considered the “commoners” side if we were in the UK. Expensive commoners side, but commoners side nonetheless. I hadn’t been to the South side in over a year and I wanted to see what’s new over there, as well as just refresh my memory of what’s there at all. I was happily surprised to find Sur La Table had opened shop on the second floor and I ended up getting a bottle of tea, basically.

Yes, this is an Instagram photo.

I stopped by Arhaus Furniture and Crate & Barrel (which I completely forgot we even had in Michigan. Surprise!) and was greeted with false interest at Arhaus and not greeted at all at Crate & Barrel, despite my excellent attire featuring a Ralph Lauren collared shirt. I also stopped by Ralph Lauren, where I was greeted judgmentally and not asked anything further past the initial hello. I understand working in retail, and especially a high end boutique like Ralph Lauren, means knowing who your regular customers are versus your drop-ins, but just because you haven’t seen me before doesn’t mean that I don’t have the $$$ or the will to open up my wallet for you and make it rain. Just sayin’. 

That said, once I came back to the North side, I felt much more comfortable being in the herd of people walking this way and that. One always feels judged at Somerset, in my opinion, but significantly less on the North side. I ended my shopping trip with GAP, where I found $7 leather flip flops and a $16 double-sided (reversible!) heavy skirt, seen below.

2 tank tops for $8 and a $4.80 v-neck tee from Forever 21

Lastly, today we got our jury show results, which are really just the papers the judges filled out with scores for our collections. My solo collection got some pretty average scores, with lots of 7’s and 8’s from what I remember, and one or two judges thought it was not a cohesive collection which absolutely blows my mind because…it’s a fucking cohesive collection and I’m not just saying that from my point of view. However, one of the judges did write “favorite” at the top of their sheet!

For my collaborative with Alyza, we scored a lot of 9’s and 10’s and two judges wrote “favorite” at the top of their sheets. There was this one judge, and I think it was the old lady, who scored incredibly low for both collections, with 4’s and 5’s and nothing higher. I asked my friend Tina if she also got low scores from her and she said yes (2’s 3’s and 4’s O_O).

On the one hand, I was a little distraught and disappointed with the scores I got. I feel like some of them are inadequate (especially for my solo collection; I just can’t get over the fact that one or two of them thought it wasn’t cohesive…wtf) which is almost unfair to say because they’re judging from a completely fresh perspective. They didn’t get to see the trials and tribulations that went into making the garments, but that’s what judging is about, isn’t it? Seeing things as they are, no backstories, no explanations.

On the other hand, this has definitely been a good experience in terms of the real world. I’ve always known that the fashion industry is not an easy thing to be in. It is not as glamorous and star-studded as we all like to think it is. It’s harsh, it’s cruel, it’s unwavering and it does not care about your feelings. After reading my feedback, I sat in my desk chair in anger, sadness, and resentment and thought that I need to harden my backbone. I also asked myself why I entered this field in the first place. I’m talented in many things – photography, for example. I could do that for a living, I thought. Then I remembered that judgment comes from all angles, in all fields. It’s really irrelevant what artistic endeavor I make my career (multiple, maybe?) for there will always be someone out there with a stick up their ass and their nose in the air who does not like what I do and has no qualms about voicing their opinions.

That said, tomorrow is another day. Cheers.

Double-Dipping, Bitches!

I am so excited right now! I just came home from model casting for this year’s fashion show about half an hour ago and let me first say that the models I chose for mine and Alyza’s flower collection are so cute. Especially the first one, Megan. She’s got one of those adorable “button” faces as I like to call them. Round, buttony nose, adorable smile and bubbly personality to match. The third one, Jessa, is also similar, although she didn’t seem as bubbly. And the second one, Jane, is COLOSSALLY TALL. 5’11” without heels and she had on like 5 inchers today. I felt like a very tiny person next to her and I’m 5’7″.

Secondly, I picked plus size models for my “just in case” they need extra designers to show collection and they’re all extremely and WONDERFULLY curvacious. But the best part is that as I was leaving, I was discussing the whole “just in case” situation again with the teachers in charge of the show and was given the thumbs up to submit my plus collection for sure!! Now all that’s left is to make it past the jury show! (And make the whole PodBot collection, but we won’t talk about that yet.)

Speaking of plus sizes, today my mom and I went shopping at Great Lakes Crossing cause it’s been a while since we were last there. One of the last places we stopped was H&M which I always forget is there and am perpetually excited to find. Anyway, I discovered they carried the H&M plus size collection and was extremely disappointed in their line. One all-over glance gave me the impression of depression and closer inspection made me realize all the items were matronly.

I don’t understand what’s so hard about designing plus sizes that don’t make you look like a goddamn grandma. These companies need to hire me, clearly. H&M targets 20 and 30 somethings, yet they fall short in their plus sizes. No 20 or 30 something wants to look like they’re in retirement. They need to take a hint from Forever21 and refine it. Fortunately for me, I can fit into their knit size larges, so I ended up buying two modern mod dresses with the nearly-skanky length I associate with Zooey Deschanel.

See what I mean?

Also, I just want to boast for a second about my best deal of the day: GAP Outlet. I bought a tshirt and dress in the clearance section (and underwear for my brother which he says he won’t wear, but that’s what he said about the pairs I got him last time too and he’s totally been wearing them…even if it took a couple months for that to happen) with an extra 40% off. The dress was originally $70. I got it for $6.59. SIX DOLLARS AND FIFTY-NINE CENTS PEOPLE. I was SO happy. It rustles when I walk. <3

On another note, we stopped at Lowe’s on the way back home from Great Lakes and I nearly bought a terranium. I’ve always been fascinated by terraniums, and it doesn’t help that they’re very much in style right now, but I resisted because it was $25 and I could make it for way less. However, I did buy the cutest little vintage-looking handheld mister. It looks like a weird perfume bottle and it will be perfect for misting my future terranium.

Time to buy some giantass mason jars.

I’m A Shopping Beast

You know that feeling when you’re still technically sleeping but your mind suddenly becomes alert and conscious of the real world? That’s how I woke up this morning. I was chillin’ my bed still sleeping and suddenly my mind was awake and aware of being awake, but my body was still sleeping.

Nonetheless, I got up around 9:30 and spent an hour lulling about my house before I headed out shopping. I initially only had the intention of stopping by Joann’s to pick up stuff for class, Victoria’s Secret, and Meijer, but I ended up going to a lot more.

After Joann’s, I stopped by Payless to check out their selection cause I haven’t been in there in a long time. Nothing really tickled by pickle except for a pair of uncomfortable peep-toe pumps. I didn’t get them. Afterwards, I went to Plato’s Closet because I’ve only been there one other time many years ago and wanted to see what they had. I like the weird smell of the place. I ended up buying a BCBG tank that I returned later in the day, an Old Navy t-shirt, and an H&M big flowy top that I think I’m going to alter because I’m swimming in it and it’s a size medium.

I headed up to the mall after that cause I had to stop by VS to redeem my 2 free underwear cards. Let me tell you guys, I was SO tempted to get 5 more undies and call it day, but I also had 2 $10 off a bra cards and I used one. After that, I went over to PacSun and found out they were having 70% off extra clearance items with a red slash on the tag, so I got 3 tops. And of course, no mall stop is complete without at least a glance into Forever 21. They’re having neon orgasm all over that bitch. I found a really cute floor-length knit with lace overlay dress. The only problem was all the fat people bought the larges and only size small was left. Fortunately, accessories has no weight limit. I ended up buying some of those 90s hair snappy things, 2 different alligator clip flowers, a headband, and some blow clips. Phew.

And then I went to Aldi to get marzipan for my mom. But it doesn’t end there. I also went to Meijer to grab ingredients for this recipe. I forgot about the condensed milk so I make a substitute with dry milk, sugar, and water. Unfortunately, this didn’t help to congeal the pie very well so I had to freeze it for a while. I stuck it back in the fridge and last time I looked, it was kinda melting back. It tastes really good though! Normally this would be the part where I share a picture of my version, but it was dark when it was frozen enough to cut properly so better luck tomorrow hopefully!

And now that I’ve bored you all with the details of my shopping habits, I wish you all a Happy St. Patrick’s Day and I hope you’ve had a drink or two in celebration!

P.S. I nearly forgot to mention I was told a few times today that it looked like I was wearing no shoes because they blended into my stockings. And amusingly enough IMO, all of the people who told me this were workers in the stores and none of them seemed to give a fuck about it. They were amused, not alarmed. Huh.

P.P.S. When I went to return that BCBG tank at Plato’s, there was this guy there that I went to high school with. He is actually the kid of my elementary school lunch mom. Anyway, it was REALLY fucking awkward because I’m pretty sure he knows who I am or at least recognized that we went to the same school, but he made no sign whatsoever of acknowledging that we know each other. I was thinking about this earlier and how interesting and kind of rude it is to completely disregard someone like that when you’ve grown up around them your entire life.

P.P.P.S. There’s a new post over on Vivography. :D