I was a star...at least for one day. I have to say, it was pretty sweet--probably one of the best days I've had in the last year and a half. If life for celebrities is like this all the time, sign me up! It was exactly what I needed (and more) to pick me up from the gutter I was drowning in.
My celebrity makeover extravaganza began at 9 in the morning at Holt Renfrew in downtown Vancouver. My buddy Chris dropped me off, and I was promptly whisked upstairs to the store, which wasn't yet open. Rebecca, my stylist, put me into a dressing room with four armfuls of clothes. Thus began my dream come true.
Here I am, looking frightened. It took a little while getting used to putting on clothes and having a small crowd of producers, hosts, Holt Renfrew people, and camera crew giving their opinions about what I was wearing.
I kinda knew right away that this dress was a keeper. It's a Tory Burch dress with Prada heels. I never thought I'd be using the word "prada" so casually, but yeah, I guess I am.
This dress was pretty dope too. But it kinda made me feel like my Meemaw (godmother). I think it was the texture of the material that reminded me of Meemaw's muumuus (try saying that five times).
I almost took this outfit home. It was a freakin' leather pleated skirt! Talk about hotttt...
Jenn really liked this outfit. It was her favourite. It was nice enough, but perhaps too nice, if you know what I mean. And I wasn't really going for "nice"...
Makeup and nails. Between the haircut and the makeup and manicure, I ate lobster sushi and drank champagne while getting a pedicure. Oh yeah...
Weeeeeee! I'm pretty!
Here's Mr. Fussypants attacking a stray hair that was resistant to his industrial hairspray. My photog is in the background. He was nice too.
Do you like that necklace I'm wearing? It can be yours for $900.
Surprise! My buddy Chris shows up. The expression on his face means, "I thought I was looking at a mannequin, but holy crap! It's Brandy!" Yep.
This cowl neck thing I'm wearing here was super comfy and soft. Kinda like a Slanket, except way more expensive.
You might be surprised to know that I hadn't had much practice straddling a chair until that day.
What do you do when you have a buttload of people working on you? Stand very still.
My. Shoes. Are. Awesome.
Me and ET Canada host Cheryl Hickey talking about the radness of the makeover.
My lying, scheming friends and me. Without their deception, none of this would have been possible. Thanks, guys!
Jenn would make a lovely ET Canada host, doncha think?
And I do believe that Chris should give up his job as English prof. and switch careers.
Me, Cheryl, and my super stylist, Rebecca.