OMG, have y'all seen the commercial for "Fa la la la Lifetime?" Tim Gunn, you are a national treasure.

The next day, our little CH is feeling better and has more energy. "I'm gonna need it!" she says, with a big smile. Indeed, Althea is instituting a no lunch/no bathroom policy for herself and Logan in order to get things done. Tim arrives for their last gather-round. "Can you believe what's going to happen to you all?" he drones. "You're going to Bryant Park." Their reactions are so telling. Althea and Carol Hannah break into huge smiles, while Irina looks like she just swallowed a roach. Tim gives them the run down that they will have until 5 p.m. that day, before returning to their hotel. "I know you're totally preoccupied," he jokes at the end, "but stop talking! You have work to do." Madness reigns. Everyone starts crazily finishing their hems, and bending over sewing machines. Gordana falls into perfect lockstep, following Irina's orders to the letter. Irina says in an interview that she's hoping she hasn't missed anything, because she doesn't want any last-minute surprises. In fact, it's Carol Hannah's who has forgotten to take care of something. She was supposed to take in one of her dresses a little bit. "If you forget one thing," she says in an interview, "it can be disastrous." Who knows if she had time to fix the dress, because they don't show us at all. Everyone leaves with stuff over their arms, so maybe they got to take a few things back to the hotel? Who knows. Suddenly, it's morning. They all have to get up at some unchristian hour like 3:15 AM, a time virtually unknown to me until we brought our daughter home last month. Now 3:15 is party time. They have to get up super early, Althea says, to get all the models and outfits prepped before the shows. "What a big day," Carol Hannah says as we see her sleepily trying to fix her hair in a dress that looks like what I wore to the senior Christmas party in 1991. "Showing at New York Fashion Week. It's a really big deal." Thank you, for that utterly shocking newsflash. The best is watching her yank on her eyelashes, no doubt trying to remove the mascara she has been storing there since her 12th birthday. Listen, I'm not hating. I think this girl is straight-up adorbs. But the eyes... I'm saying there's a direction, and that direction could be to Tammy Faye Town.