sunday snap up: the first time ever i saw your face

Yeah so I met Michael Kors.

Let me back up. Last week, after my first night of real sleep in seven days, my eyes catapulted open, the battle cry LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE careening through my head. Stomp! Upstairs! Stomp! Kitchen! Coffee! Egg! Stomp! Shower! STOMP!

closet.

EH. The first day of Me Made May, and within four minutes of eyeing the goods I was seriously thinking of flaking. I sew for fun, and fun is not audition wear (except for the occasions I am asked to be a prostitute, hipster, or designer). But here's where the genius of my very plain pledge helped me...it didn't have to be an entire outfit. So I started with my BHL Victoria cropped blazer and went from there. I ended up in an outfit that I never would have known was in my closet.  

Stomp! Back upstairs! You look cute, babe. you should say hi to our commercial agents today. Stomp! Over to our desks! Inches away from my man's surprised face! REALLY? YOU LIKE IT?! OMYGAHINEVERTHOUGHTYOU'DLIKETHISCOMBOIJUSTCAMEUPWITHITLIKEWHOAHRIGHT 

I'M TELLING YOU, DOC'S ORDERS WORKED. FULL OONA POWER.

Stomp! My man obliged me with an Instagram. I informed him he'd be obliging me all this merry month of may, and stomp! Out the door and off into the concrete jungle. People were smiling at me. A slow grin that would creep up and fully bloom as I happily bared my teeth in return. Say what you will about clothing, it sets a tone, and when you can get unsolicited smiles out of jaded NY commuters on their way to work, on 42nd and 5th for godsakes, then hell yeah fashion is important. We are our own briefcase.

And then, suddenly, as if manifested out of these thoughts, an icon of Important Fashion was walking up to me. Jeans: stomp. Black t shirt: Stomp. Black blazer: STOMP. Jet black sunglasses. STOMP. Brain sent a signal to Eyes: that's Michael Kors. Mouth, however, kept grinning, but did hold itself back from shouting hey Michael Kors I made this! Good thing, as the smile was ever so not returned. (Mouth could not help but breathe dick, but Brain was able to keep it under Breath.)

As always, when I see a celebrity/public figure, I'm reminded of how easy it is to ruin one's image in seconds... at least in the eyes of whomever is watching. I'm not really awestruck much, and wasn't in this situation, mostly it's just neat. However, awestruck or no, a figure can still be dashed to pieces or built up to the skies in a moment. It's probably too much to ask of someone to display a worthy image at all times, but when they've been in your home, having coffee, chatting away while you're cooking, even though you don't know them, you do. And when celebs are on your TV nightly, they're in your home. And you expect the people you know to be generally nice to you, don't you?

On the opposite end of the spectrum, I saw Tim Gunn. Not on the same day, if I had, I would've taken it as a sign to bang on the doors of Project Runway stat. No, this was months ago, on a windy, cold, drizzly day, and I was dressed (quite sloppily) for the gym. The Gunn was enswathed in a suit that looked made of imposing clouds, and a wool great coat that swirled around him, moving at a quick purposeful pace to whatever great thing The Gunn is always moving to. I assessed the situation: I am in torn jersey pants and a too-tight hoodie. But he is wonderful, and I AM awestruck. SILENCE, BRAIN. MOUTH, PROCEED.

You're just wonderful!! I yelled over the howl of the cabs and the wind as I passed him. Not slowing his pace, he bent his head in that I'm giving you my full attention manner towards me, and projected a warm Well thank you, aren't you sweet!

Two glorious seconds. Skyscraper heights.

(post script: I'll be doing a weekend snap up all may, wrapping up my me-made-may contributions. 1: BHL blazer, RTW refashioned jeans & tank.  2: unblogged maxi skirt, refashioned RTW studded jeans jacket, tshirt, and cat butt.  3: gifted artisan tank top & BHL charlotte skirt.  daily snaps are on instagram--which by the way--I shall henceforth only use the official hashtag #mmmay14. I wish I could edit the first two snaps. SUCH CLUTTER! And does anyone remember when a hashtag was a pound sign?)