Vera Wang was at a local store, inspecting the merchandise for a future launch of a private label brand a la Isaac Mizrahi. No one was sure of the publicity surrounding the event, so I was asked to swing by and help with physical security for the event. We were pretty sure that Vera and her cohorts were making fun of our product as much as they were inspecting it (It's ok - I do too!)
Anyhow, being the fashion icon she is, I dressed impeccably and smelled incredible. And I never got to leave the office. I never met her. I never got to tell her my anecdote. The one where I explain that she inspired my rampant materialism with wonderful housewares and ends with the declaration of "I ... LOVE ... ... ... STUFF!!!!!"
Perhaps its better this way. Do I really want Vera Wang to know that I love stuff? However, inspired by her outfit, I am now in search of the perfect black all-season mini skirt. Any suggestions?
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