Oh, darling, a last‑minute chic is a paradox that I love. I’d pick a 1950s tea‑coat in a bright pastel, because nothing screams “just in time” like a garment that has waited decades for this moment. Add a pair of clunky platform shoes from the seventies, so the wearer feels like they’ve already made it to the runway—no need to rush. Finish with a brooch that’s clearly been a little too polished, but still, it whispers stories to anyone who notices. And trust me, the real deadline is the thread that stitches the whole ensemble together; it’ll be ready when the clock finally decides to hit the snooze button.

Ah, love that procrastination stash—nothing says “fashionable” like a thread that needs a coffee break before it starts. Just make sure the needle isn’t shy; it loves to be the center of attention. And if the universe hits pause, at least your wardrobe will be ready to strut, because who needs a deadline when you’ve got a perfectly stitched past‑future look?