Filming, and a Ferret

This past Monday we started to film our episode of So Chic. Luckily, I was placed with the adorable Steven Sabados, who is charming, gorgeous, and a perfect gentleman. Surprisingly (perhaps only to me?) Steven and Chris are a couple and have been together for over 17 years! Maybe I was very naive, but I thought that makeover shows were filmed in a more documentary style, where the events of the day flowed naturally and were captured on tape without requiring the intrusiveness of a million takes of every scene. I was very wrong, as I soon discovered. I had to act my ass off! We would be filming a scene where I was showing off the outfit before we filmed the scene where Steven chose the outfit for me; filming me reacting to my new self for the first time, at least five times over; and filming the "old" me admiring the look of the "new" me, where the new me was played by a forty year old man before they could superimpose the "new" me into the shot in post-production. My brain hurts. Filming took forever on both days (Mon. & Wed.), and the $500 shoes they bought me hurt like hell. On Tuesday night, we dropped off a friend following a nice garlicky dinner in Greektown, and were happily enroute home. Kaz suddenly swerved and started yelling about a weird looking squirrel with a death-wish. It was a poor albino ferret! I leapt out of the car and called him, and he ran toward me and jumped into my arms. He was lost, it was almost midnight and he didn't have the best survival skills, so I decided to take him home, despite Kaz's reluctance due to his ferret phobia. Kaz wanted to release him in High Park! The poor little guy was REALLY stinky, and I didn't want to bathe him in case he bit me and had no shots. I named him Reginald, and posted a notice on Craigslist in case his owner was looking for him. I made him a little nest, fed him some cat kibble, and put him on the balcony, and in the morning we jumped into a taxi and took him to Animal Services, and just barely made our appointments with our stylists and TV crews at two chi-chi Yorkville salons. Anyway, Kaz looked AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS, and I looked unrecognizable under 3 pounds of TV makeup. (Seriously, 2 friends didn't return my hellos and looked confused.) I don't have any pictures, because by the time we arrived home and washed that crap off my face, we were just too tired. About the clothes, I wore some cute things to our event, Rock The Preppy. I wore an orange plaid button-up shirt with a white Michael Kors vest, some insanely expensive denim culottes, orange dangly earrings and bangles, beautiful white snakeskin sandals, and carried a gold Michael Kors handbag with an Hermès scarf tied to it. Those things are all back in their dust cases and boxes, carefully placed in my closet, as far away as possible from my accident-prone self. I don't even know how to explain what they did to my hair - it involves a "sexy sweep" and some "inside-out highlights", according to the stylist. They took Kaz to Aveda while I was doing the makeup marathon, and taught him how to give a hand massage with lavender oil, to remind me of our honeymoon in the lavender fields in Hokkaido. I don't think it's sunk in yet, but I had a really great time.