Day & Night Of The Show

On the Thursday of the fashion show, I was the taxi driver so I went to pick everyone up from all over the place and eventually got us there at the Bethel City Church. We had to do fittings to check that everything was ok with the dresses, and to style the models to check that things such as their shoes matched with the garments. So this was the first thing that we did once we arrived so that we had as much time as possible if any changes needed to be made. Luckily everyone’s was fine and fitted ok. I met my model, Abby, and got her to try my dress on. It fitted perfect. I had been worried that it wouldn’t fit right as I had tried it on myself to try and work out what size it was; I said I think it’s a big size 10. And I was told that my model said she was a 10 but the girls that had seen her said they thought more like a 12s. Sarah and Vanessa had also tried my dress on at the photo shoot. Sarah is a size 8s and it was bit big on her, and Vanessa a 12 and it wouldn’t zip up. So my model needed to be a 10 and no bigger. It couldn’t have fitted her any better. I couldn’t have changed anything on it. Perfect. I was so relieved. I didn’t have to make any changes what so ever. The model was also relieved that it fit her; it was as though she had had 20 fittings during it being made. She also had got jewellery which matched the colours exactly right. I’m glad it fit her as she was a bit difficult to work with. I had been warned she was a bit of a diva. She was nice, but you wouldn’t have wanted to disagree with her. She wouldn’t show me what shoes she had with her, so I just had to hope that they matched the dress ok. She said they were just black strappy things so they sounded right. But what she said seemed to go. Where as the other models that were wearing the other girls dresses, were trying all different options on to let them decide what they wanted. Once the fitting was done there wasn’t much to do and everyone was saying they wanted to go for dinner and as I was driving them around I had to take them. So I told the other girls where we were going and I said we would ring before we came back in case they needed anything. We rang after dinner and they said we weren’t needed and that there was nothing to do. I didn’t think there was that much to do as there were so many people there on the day, but they were still there, so there must have been something to do else they would have gone home. So anyway we all went home, and I texted again to check whether I was needed to help at the church. I wanted to help out for some experience, but again they said no and said they was about to go home. It seemed as though for some reason we was not wanted. The other girls wanted to be in control. So instead of arguing about it I thought I would just get ready and go back earlier then I was going to, so that I could help out. I arranged to go back with Sarah and Vicki as they were going back earlier then the other girls. But they took longer! They were an hour later then the other girls. Just my luck. I was really annoyed that I had spent most of my day waiting around for people and not been able to do what I wanted to do and to help out at the event. Luckily there was a lot to do on the night. We stayed behind the scenes and helped the models to get changed in between outfits. Lacey was in charge of the dress which was going to be worn by Nicky Graham from Big Brother. She was the celebrity who was helping to host the show and model the final dress. Lacey had spent hours making the dress and on the day she had waited around all day for Nicky to arrive to do her fitting. Hers was the one dress which wouldn’t fit easily and would take ages to make any changes but Nicky didn’t turn up until 5 o’clock which meant there wasn’t much time to change it anyway. It fitted, but not perfect, it was a bit big at the top but she said it was fine anyway. Half an hour before the show was going to start, she didn’t want to do the modelling any more. Lacey was really upset and everyone was gutted for her. Nicky thought she was more famous then she was by the sound of it and had let everyone down. The dress was only a size 6 and was tiny. People kept trying it on to see if we could get anyone else to model it else it wouldn’t be able to get shown. No one could fit in it. Lacey was the only one it fitted but she was too upset to do a catwalk show. All of a sudden someone dragged one of the hair and make-up girls down the stairs shouting “she’s a sixxxx try it onnn” the poor girl had been dragged from what she was doing to become a model for the night. It fitted her and she was really nice and said that she would do it. She could have said no, and then no one would have been able to wear it. Once Lacey dress was sorted it was back to helping all of the other models. Once the show started, it was mental. So busy. The show went so fast. Felt as though as soon they had got one outfit on they had to change again. My model was such hard work. Lacey helped me with one change as she was too demanding. I think my model thought she was more famous then that Nicky did. Once all of the outfits had been on, the wedding dresses were the last ones on the show. So as soon as we helped them into the outfits we ran out to the front of the stage to see the final part of the show which was our own dresses. It was brilliant!! They all looked so good. Couldn’t have been any better. In the time we had they had turned out really good and I was proud of us all. It would have been even better if we could have done it for our own project work for the exhibition. It would be good if I could do another show for the exhibition, or if we could get hold of the video that was being recorded at the event and show that. I think it could also look good if someone from the graphics or film course filmed the photoshoot, behind the scenes kind of video which you see on the television. I think it could work really well at the exhibition to show the other things that we get to do.