*There will be much better blog posts about the opening show of FFFWeek from the women of the Curvy Collective. This is just my own goofy version of things. OK, so I had to take a day off work to get things under control today. Media requests were coming in fast and furious—and, well, I needed a day off work anyway. My brain was close to mush. So I spent the morning sorting out the press. And then I shopped for a new outfit at my local Lane Bryant. I took a fitful disco nap, and headed downtown with my partner in crime, Golda (BTW—did you read her latest post about “The Biggest Loser”? It got picked up by Jezebel. Hollah.) She chilled me out and calmed me down. Always good to a have a friend by your side when you’re headed into craziness. And it was crazy! Awesome crazy, but crazy. Every last press person who said they were coming to the event came. And they brought still cameras and film cameras. And pens. And they wanted press kits (check). And they wanted to talk to Gwen (busy). And so on and so forth. It was exciting, exhilarating—and scary!! All the producers worked so so hard on the show, and I just wanted the best press possible. Great press. The photographers and reporters all wandered around backstage. I couldn’t keep track of them all (good—that means there were lots). I was so jazzed to be backstage. The models were so crazy gorgeous. Stylists. Make-up artists. Tons of clothes on racks. I’m a simple girl, and I work in a bookish (hehe) field. And this glamorous stuff? Love it. It makes me want to drop a ton of money on clothes and shoes and make-up and haircuts, but I LOVE IT. Everyone was busy and running around but in a controlled way. Because the women running FFFWeek? Crazy amazing. They are experts but they’re patient (Me: Hey! It’s me! Can someone find me a model for an interview?!) and total pros. I learned so much just from watching them work tonight. Wowza. 

And in between all this craziness, I met a lot of wonderful people. Yuliya from Igigi. Angelina from Pure Energy/Target. The Mad Fashionista. Gaelle from Paris!! And I finally met Marie in person (and my goodness, she was wearing a dress that rocked so hard it could have killed a man. STUNNING.) Marie and Johara and the amazing Sharon (and Deb and the Re/Dress girls who offered me sips of their drinks!!) helped me calm the heck down when I was getting a little, ahem, frantic. In a good way, but still, frantic. 

OK, so then the show started! Clothes? Gorgeous. Crowd? Super gorgeous and in great spirits. I’ll save the show round-ups for the Collective (and honestly—I was so tired from the great press bonanza, my memory can’t be counted), but I will say that I could have spent a huge Scrooge McDuck-sized sack of gold coins on the clothes I saw. I want them. 

I think tomorrow, in the spirit of things, I should bring a few outfit changes for the office. Kicking it FFFWeek, style.