I am not a Vogue-reading, Holts-shopping, in-the-know fashionista. You would never catch me spending more than $150 on shoes (a handbag, maybe). I don't understand haute couture or the women who wear it. So when I show up at Fashion Week, I feel like a fish out of water. Here are some of the things a girl-next-door notices at a high-class fashion event: