The calm before the storm

Kicking back in the studio, Absolutely Fabulous playing in the background, drinking delicious hot choc from the adorable cafe next door (fyi the most delicious waiter works there, incidentally he makes the most incredible sandwiches. hes delicious in more ways than one - multidelish!) sent a few emails, prepared a sample send out for a magazine shoot, (blogged - shh.) .. its all been rather relaxed here today.

LFW still looms in the distance like some sort of ominous hooded figure, but for now, why stress!

Always an exception

I know know know I should NOT be blogging at work but.. my title says its ok, plus noone can see me, so. That makes it alright.
Business Partner Lady TOTALLY just said that I get to choose my own little dress from Designer Lady's collection to wear at LFW.
I GET TO WEAR HER CLOTHES...
Imagine me trying hard not to hyperventilate as I imagine twirling around in the many creations I've had my beady fashion eye on since I've been working here.
I love my job.

Ahhh..

The dude designer upstairs (who's name I had never heard.. the one that's kind of a big deal) totally just told me I have a nice skirt on. Fashion approval from a designer is like being given a big warm bowl of melted chocolate.
Sweet.

Do you know who I am?? .. No.

This week I took DL's dogs out to the garden roof of the studios. On my way I was asked 'are you the dog walker?’ by some guy with the snottiest voice. He introduced himself with the pretentious tone that incinuates his introduction is unnecessary because you should already know who he is.
Of course I acted as if I hadn’t a clue who he was. Which wasn’t too hard since I didn’t.
(Naturally, I read about him in Vogue the day after. He is kind of a big deal. Crap.)

Cute intern friend and I discovered another adorable little café right next to the studio. Its called something like ‘Mouse & Delotts’. So today I’m talking to the woman serving me..
‘so do you own this place?’
‘well I’m mouse’
.. I laugh, completely forgetting the name of the café and thinking shes making an odd joke..
‘you’re what, a mouse??’
‘no.. I’m mouse. of mouse and delotts.. I own half the company’
‘oh.. right.'
Crap.

Really need to stop this i-have-no-idea-who-you-are-which-is-awful-because-actually-you’re-rather-significant thing I have going on.

Oh I have yet to learn…