Over at Mood, Tim tells the designers they can buy up to two yards of fabrics and anything else they need to make the outfit. Shirin throws her hands in the air at the mention of two yards of fabric and then runs around shrieking "Peacock!" until someone shoots her with a tranquilizer dart. I like Shirin, but I can see why the other designers want her to go. She really does talk a lot. A problem which is strangely not cured by social isolation. Maybe Latisse? Everyone grabs their Mood bags and heads back to the workspace. In the confessional, Carol Hannah tells the camera that she makes her living making wedding dresses, so having to tear one apart is like heresy and god will most likely smite her before the hour is up. That would make for awesome reality television. I bet a god-smite would totally go viral on the YouTube. She then straps on a dress and runs wild through the workroom like she was touched by the holy ghost. Everyone giggles except for Gordana. She stands like Sam the Eagle in the corner of the room, frowning at the antics of the young and flighty designers. She does not approve of their silliness. Especially because this challenge has hit home for her. She was once divorced and now she must relive the entire experience via the beautifully symbolic nature of this divorce challenge. Judging from what she is doing to the wedding dress (ripping, shredding, twisting, torturing), this process may end up being cathartic for her. She is dyeing her gown a graphite color, but no one appears to have offered her gloves and her skin has now taken on the hue of a no. 2 pencil. When she goes to call her children she ends up sobbing and hiding her face in her hands, but thankfully (or due to careful make up artistry by the experts from L'Oreal Paris) there is no grey handprint on her face. She sobs into the answering machine that she is really happy and having a great time and don't worry about her! I'm sure her kids will love that. And totally believe it. And not need years of therapy at all to recover from your sobbing and blatant delusions.
There are only ten hours left in the day and the designers are all pinning and ironing and stitching and thinking really hard. Especially Epperson who explains that he is planning on using as little of the original dress as possible, which pretty much seems, I don't know... WRONG. Did he not hear the challenge? Does he not notice that everyone else is struggling to make the most of the fabrics they have been given? I appreciate his desire to give the gay divorcee a shot at fashion redemption with his entirely new outfit, but, it also really misses the entire point. Oh Epperson, don't go home on a technical! Shirin is stuck. She is pinning trim, rolling her eyes and looks like given ten minutes she will be sending sackcloth and ashes down the runway. She has no ideas.