Karen Walker Sunglasses. Marc by Marc Jacobs Watch. Alexander McQueen Bangle.
I arrived at work curious as to what was in store for me on the second day of the job. "Bella, get started on steaming that rack of clothes in the closet". I turned around to find a stand with about 100 pieces of clothing on it, all of which appeared to be in immaculate condition. ....why would I steam clothes that already seemed fully hydrated? And more importantly how does one use a steamer?..... Regardless of my opinions surrounding the necessity of the task assigned, I quickly complied.
Turns out
steaming is a cheaper but seemingly less effective or comfortable way for one
to get a facial, even when not intending to. Not understanding the concept on
how hot the steam actually is, my exposed skin quickly turned into a nice
lobster red, tender to the touch. Feeling hot and crispy it was time to tackle
task number two.
"FIX
ALL OF THESE FAULTY CLOTHES SO WE CAN SELL THEM AT THE SAMPLE SALE
TONIGHT!" Those two words, sample sale, were heard loud and clear. They act
like a type of stimulant to me, eyes shine
and concerns over whether or not I have appropriate underwear on come to the
forefront of my mind. But sticking to the task required I turned to my desk to
see a mountain of jackets, dresses, blouses and skirts all awaiting the thread
doctor to restore their missing parts. Working at a fast pace with a needle and
tender finger tips was a challenge in itself but after the first 50 buttons their sensation was completely gone. Completing my tailoring duties in two hours saw
my boss being impressed with my work. Before I knew it, she strode across the
room before blatantly stating "you're
my new favourite intern, take something from the rack that you like".
Overwhelmed
by the flattery, offer of free clothes and excitement of a sample sale that
weighed heavily in my mind, I was suddenly unable to stop smiling. All the
pricked finders seemed more than worth the fleeting moment of praise my boss
thought I deserved.
However,
my final task for the day was probably the hardest. I had to find my new gift
amongst a rack of clothes in a size 34. In the end it was a cotton and silk
thread navy dress with an adorable swing skirt that caught my eye,
simultaneously becoming the first piece of clothing from my works' company.
Day two,
although completely different to the experiences of day one, caused me to
believe that fashion heads do have a compassionate side that only takes work
and zero questions to expose.
Love Bella
xoxo
