KEY POINTS:
Fashion Week officially kicks off tomorrow and already I have nothing to wear.
Believe it or not, my bedroom looks like the scene of a crash because over the weekend I successfully did absolutely nothing to get myself together for Fashion Week. And I mean NOTHING! Nothing at all. Instead I was found sipping lattes, going to the movies, visiting friends and generally having a jolly good time of it. Arghhhhhhhh.
So this morning, when the city woke to what is a spectacular (yet rare) Auckland spring day outside, loud shrieks were coming from my bedroom at the very sight of the size of my TO BE DRYCLEANED clothing pile lolling about beside the washing basket.
The worst part is that I am normally so overly organised on this front, I even write lists to the effect. Yes, sad but true.
It's a trick learned from a New York stylist who was so time poor she used to write weekly lists of what she was going to wear every day to ensure that everything required was cleaned, pressed and ready to go.
A list such as this (although incredibly anal) makes getting dressed everyday for Fashion Week so effortlessly easy that I now use this method when packing for travel.
But, last weekend, I never made such a list. So while I am thoroughly looking forward to a week of champagne swilling, crowd surfing and fashion forecasting (not in that order - promise) I am also left with the very serious possibility of having nothing (clean) to wear all week.
So, where to from here? At the time of writing, the lion's share of my winter wardrobe has been desperately stationed at TLC Drycleaners in Ponsonby Road.
Hopefully by tomorrow morning the cleaning bees will have waved their magic wands. It's either that or go naked.
Watch this space...
