Has she’s disappeared in a vat of resin? Sewn herself into the lining of some unsuspecting purse? Suffering from delirium from waking at 7 a.m. to drill holes into made-from-scratch beads?

For those who didn’t check on me to see if I’m still alive: Nope, nope and yes, actually. Couldn’t sleep this morning and won’t get much tonight, knowing what I know wants doing. So tonight will begin an evening of fluttering about until I high-tail it to Dada then Itc.

Of course, this is all contingent on keeping away from the Project runway site, where there are 21779 ways and counting to alter the best-made plans!