Watching the first episode of Fashion Hunters was a not-so-gentle reminder of how insanely crazy I can become over fashion. It's always been my main aphrodisiac, and for the first time in my life, I actually watched the effect that it has on me. I cringed a little at having called myself a "label whore," because in all actuality, I don't buy strictly by the label, nor have I always done so. What my mother taught me was to appreciate great quality when it comes to what I'm putting against my skin, and she encouraged me to be a label reader. Cashmere over cotton, silk over acrylic, wool over microfiber. . . It just so happens that the best designers use the absolute best fabrics and have amazing workmanship.
The Thierry Mugler dress was definitely a fantasy moment. I did not want to take that dress off. I was laughing while watching the scene because I never stopped swishing the dress around back and forth and I wasn't even aware I was doing that. It felt so luxurious and pretty and pink and then the crystals. . .Then to top it off that it was worn by Jennifer Lopez!?! I would have probably slept in it all week (I have done that before).