I had a minor freak out on Sunday when I woke up and my phone told me that it was 2.45pm. Weird, because I was dreaming all night (and morning) so I would have thought that sleeping light would wake my senses at a normal time. But also fucking worrying when I did nothing on Saturday and only went to bed at 12.45am. I know I've already mentioned how much more sleep I've been catching up on the weekends since I got here. But I slept for 14 hours for no obvious reason. Seriously, what?! I panicked and Whatsapp-ed Jess and she wondered if it could be emotional-related. Like in the way that my body (and mind) could be shutting itself off with sleep, consciously or not. Because on the outside I seem fine, she said.
Aside from this, the rest of the week so far has been pretty chilled. And Monday was a surprisingly good day! We fit my shirt on a different model (we tried it on Friday and it wasn't looking so great) and somehow it was perfect. Loreto ok'd it in a second and my skirt was also good to go. Agnes, our sweet model for this week*, told me how beautiful she thought my shirt was and was sure to tell me that if it were in the stores, she would have bought it already! I got all warm and stupid and couldn't stop saying thank you and squealing. So I guess it helps when the week starts on a high. Even if it's a small one at that.
* Each department have their own in-house fit models to check proportions and size and shape.. etc of every garment. At ZARA, I love that our girls are just the average size of a normal, healthy woman and all the samples are made in size S. They are not supermodel tall or unattainably skinny because in reality, those rare beauties only make up 1% of our market. But contradicting all of that, of course, is the commercial side of things and so the models that are used for the website are from the model agencies and they are flown over here for one-week-long stays at a time. For the campaign, since it is shot with the high-fashion models too, we have to borrow the models from .com (the e-commerce department) to fit the pieces since their body proportions are more accurate to what we need.
We finally had a fabric meeting of sorts after waiting for over 2 weeks to organise what we would be using. It's the final week before the next fittings with the stylist in London so suddenly there's a big push to get everything done. Always at the last minute, of course. I guess some things never change, no matter where you are.
Today is Elin's birthday and I baked her a cake. Apparently in Spain, when your birthday comes around, it's a pretty expensive celebration and the bill is on you. People bring in their own cakes or pastries or sweet treats to work and they are expected to buy drinks or dinner for the group when you're out. I don't get it. But since neither of us are Spaniards, I made Elin's favourite cake for her (salted caramel and chocolate, by the way) because every birthday girl (and guy) deserves to have their birthday cake gifted to her and not the other way around.
I baked a practice cake over the weekend that I've been eating for dinner for the past few nights. It turned out pretty well for a first attempt at the recipe. And it also happened to be vegan (not on purpose, but it was the easiest recipe I found) so I guess it makes it kind of healthy. A healthy cake! It's basically kale.
I'm off to her party later tonight but I'm already feeling so sick from all the sweets from today at work. Elin brought in a tray of pastries for everyone and with it sitting right behind me on the table.. There's another table outside of our little area but for everyone in the ZARA Woman department that is constantly stocked with sweets and treats too. Since I've been here, there's been a never ending supply of either turkish delight or candied chestnuts or some other almond/pistachio sweet dream. They're usually 'presents' we get from the suppliers when they come over for meetings or presentations etc. but sometimes people bring fruit in to share or even more sweet treats on birthdays. If we're lucky, we get a few boxes of Portuguese custard tarts! I'd say we get lucky a few times a month.
There is a running joke amongst us that it's only us girls in the Studio team that eat anything on the table because we never see anyone else take anything from them - even the custard tarts are slow to shift. Elin says it's because everyone is always on a diet; the others have been here for a lot longer so they know what happens if they keep everything that is brought in each day.
.. I think I'll just have to learn it the hard way.