While we've previously schooled y'all (and ourselves) in admittedly weird, should-be-old-wives-tales clothing cleaning hacks (click here for a refresher), fashion week had us wondering (in our best Carrie Bradshaw inner monologue voice): what happens when you're stuck in the wilderness (a cab) with nothing but your wits (a clutch crammed with credit cards, lipstick and gum wrappers) about you? Answer: a little something like this.
The Situation
You stumble in your teetering Stella McCartney flatforms and land in someone's merlot.
The Situation
You stumble in your teetering Stella McCartney flatforms and land in someone's merlot.
 The fix
Steer thyself to the bar, requesting a) a club soda and b) some salt. Pour a little club soda on the stain, allowing it to bubble over the fabric until the color of the stain begins to dilute/fade. Dry the fabric by blotting with paper towels]. Add a considerable amount of table salt, allowing it to sit and soak up the stain to the best of your availability. Survey the damage after 5 minutes.
The fix
Steer thyself to the bar, requesting a) a club soda and b) some salt. Pour a little club soda on the stain, allowing it to bubble over the fabric until the color of the stain begins to dilute/fade. Dry the fabric by blotting with paper towels. Add a considerable amount of table salt, allowing it to sit and soak up the stain to the best of your availability. Survey the damage after 5 minutes.
The Situation
The Aquazurra pumps you express ordered to your hotel room are a stitch too tight.
The fix
All is not lost, kids. Put on a pair of thick socks and wear the shoes in question around your hotel room to begin the stretching process. Bust out the hotel room hairdryer and take it to your feet, concentrating the heat where the shoes feel tightest. Et voila!
The Situation
You ran out of travel-sized dry shampoo; your Superga sneakers are starting to, well, stink; your bikini wax stings; you want to fake the look of false lashes without blinding yourself with glue.
The Situation
You ran out of travel-sized dry shampoo; your Superga sneakers are starting to, well, stink; your bikini wax stings; you want to fake the look of false lashes without blinding yourself with glue.
The fix
Baby. Powder. Google. That is all.
The fix
Baby. Powder. Google. That is all.
The Situation
Your zipper busts open in the middle of a conversation with whichever editor Phil Oh is chasing this season.
The fix
During that Duane Reade run, pick up a pack of safety pins in varying sizes. Throw them in your clutch. Don't worry about it.
The Situation
Said shoes are now causing blisters. The kind that are cause for an existential crises.
The Situation
Said shoes are now causing blisters. The kind that are cause for an existential crises.
The fix
Steer yourself in the direction of the nearest Duane Reade to pick up a little Polysporin, a pack of Band-Aid Advanced Healing Blister Cushions and a regular pack of Band-Aids. Apply the former, allow for it to dry, and follow it up with the Blister Cushions (they form a kind of bond that cushions the blister while keeping out sweat and other gross, um, stuff). Reinforce with regular Band-Aids.
The fix
Steer yourself in the direction of the nearest Duane Reade to pick up a little Polysporin, a pack of Band-Aid Advanced Healing Blister Cushions and a regular pack of Band-Aids. Apply the former, allow for it to dry, and follow it up with the Blister Cushions (they form a kind of bond that cushions the blister while keeping out sweat and other gross, um, stuff). Reinforce with regular Band-Aids.
