Cristina Ehrlich

first off, let me apologize for the delay of this post. i know i said i would tell you everything about my day working at Cristina Ehrlich's yesterday, but i was so pooped by the time i got home. sorry. but I'm telling you now! let me start with saying how completely amazing Cristina and Lauren and Seretta (sorry i really didn't have a clue how to spell her name) are and what fantastic style they have. ohmygod. my time from 9:30 to 4:00 was the best six and a half hours of my entire life. i mean, what girl wouldn't want to spend the day swimming in piles and piles of designer shoes and endlessly long gowns? let me start from when i got there. trust me, you'll want to hear from beginning to end.

i arrived with my mother at 9:30 and Cristina was having her morning workout, if there's a woman healthier than my whole-wheat-eating junk-food-bashing mother, it's Cristina. she's a former ballerina as well, just another reason to make me love her. i too am a lover of ballet, although i have no intentions of doing it professionally. anyways, once my mother left i was put straight to work by the lovely Lauren, Cristina's office manager who told me she swears her death will be of a falling heel piercing her head or suffocating under a pile of gowns.

 she walked me through the room while i stared all around me at the racks an racks of shimmery clothing, tripping on a shoe or two. i was instructed to organize by color the mass of leather and satin daggers staring up at me. of course i was MORE than happy to oblige. so there's little miss new girl placing the last pair of patent leather peach platforms next to an almost exact replica when Lauren comes and tells me she wants to move the couch out of the room I'm organizing in. the couch was behind the shoes so therefore, i had to move half of my masterpiece elsewhere in order to make some more space. i didn't care anyways, i was too busy petting the black pony hair pumps at my feet. and i was there to help with whatever needed helping. we took SO many shoes off display because the designers kept sending messengers with bags and boxes and all sorts of contraptions filled with shoes and shoes and more shoes there wasn't enough room to place them all. trust me, if Lauren hadn't forced herself to put about half the shoes away, the entire floor would have been covered in shiny leather.

 anyways, once we organized and reorganized and then reorganized again, the clothes started showing up. jackets and blouses and gowns of every shape and color. shiny and heavy or sheer and flowing, we had it ALL. and when i say ALL, i mean ALL. there were about 15 racks of clothes, a table piled high with jeans and shirts, a floor of shoes, and some more shelves filled with more shoes, and another shelf filled with clutches, oh, and did i mention this was all for ONE celebrity? i swear, the second Seretta and i thought we had finished unpacking the last of the boxes, the buzzer would ring and five more garment bags would arrive. and then five more. and then a few bags of shoes. and then maybe a box or two. or maybe we would find a hidden box of clothes and have to unpack it. at one point, ELEVEN garment bags from Gucci showed up, we had to take another entire rack out. but man, was everything gorgeous. the Chanel had to be my favorite though. i remember looking online at style.com when the collection came out and drooling over the baby pink and grey tweed and wishing i could stroke it. i did. i touched EVERYTHING. while everyone in the office acted as if it was totally normal to be sitting in a roomful of Valentino and Vivienne Westwood and Preen, i didn't hide my affection. every time i pulled something amazing out of a garment bag, which was every time i pulled anything out of a garment bag, i rattled on and on about how dazzling it was.

there was this one Gucci gown in particular with rinestone things on it that was insanely stunning, but it was giving another Gucci gown a hard time. the rhinestone covered gown was attaching itself to the chiffon gown and Lauren and i had to break it up. Much too inappropriate for the youngsters:)
so that was my day. it ended happily with two pairs of jeans that were given to me, a lot of hugs, praise from Cristina for my mother's granola, and a ticket back.
yes, you heard right. they want me back whenever i have time to help.
I'll just take a few seconds to flip out...... okay, wait..... okay done.
so i took a picture of all the fabulous shoes for you and here it is, drool as much as you like.

kisses and candy,

Savannah