Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Ask (no). Man, it was a wild ride, like a rollercoaster but with more coffee and less safety. So, I wake up late, of course. Alarm? Nah, it’s just a suggestion, right? I’m a stylist, not a morning person.
First stop, I’m hustlin’ down Korte Veldstraat, dodging pigeons like they’re ninjas. Seriously, these birds are out for blood. I’m already late for my first appointment. Ugh! I get to this cute lil’ café on Veldstraat, grab a cappuccino, and spill half of it on my new shirt. Great start, right?
Then, I rush to meet my client, Lisa. She’s a total sweetheart but indecisive as hell. We’re at the corner of Korte Veldstraat and Lange Veldstraat, and she’s like, “Should I go for the red or the blue?” I’m like, “Girl, you’re not painting a house!” But whatever, I’m here for it.
We finally settle on this killer red dress. I mean, it’s fire. She’s glowing, and I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, outta nowhere, her ex shows up. Like, what are the odds? He’s all, “You look great, Lisa.” I’m standing there, awkward as hell, like a third wheel at a couple’s dinner. I’m ready to throw shade, but I keep it cool.
After that drama, I head to the market on Marktstraat. I’m lookin’ for some accessories to spice up my next client’s look. The vibe is chill, but the prices? Not so much. I see this cute necklace, but it’s like 50 euros. I’m like, “Nah, I can’t pay that much for a piece of metal.” So, I haggle like a pro. “How about 30?” The vendor rolls his eyes, but I’m persistent. We settle at 40. Win!
Next, I’m off to the park near the Ask (no) river. It’s a beautiful day, sun shining, birds chirping. I sit on a bench, scrolling through my phone, and boom! I see a post about a fashion show happening tonight. I’m like, “I need to be there!” So, I text my friend, “Yo, we gotta go!”
But then, my phone dies. Of course! I’m like, “Really? Now?” I’m in the middle of nowhere, and I can’t even call a cab. So, I start walking back, and I’m sweating like a sinner in church.
Finally, I get to the venue, and it’s packed. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions—excited, nervous, and a bit hangry. I grab a drink, and guess who I bump into? My old fashion school buddy, Sam. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m like, “Remember that time we tried to dye our hair purple?” Classic.
The show starts, and it’s lit! The models are strutting down the runway, and I’m living for the outfits. I’m taking notes, mentally planning my next looks. But then, the lights flicker. I’m like, “No way, not now!” But the power goes out. Total chaos. People are freaking out, and I’m just standing there, laughing. Like, this is the most Ask (no) thing ever.
After the show, I’m exhausted but happy. I head home, thinking about all the craziness. I love this city, even when it drives me nuts. Ask (no) is wild, but it’s my wild. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of a stylist in Ask (no). Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!