Strut; (I Play Make Believe)

Guess who's not a model??!

This girl!

Even so, last night I got to play dress up and prance around with a lot of pretty people in Madison, WI's STRUT Catwalk, Couture, & Cocktails event. 

Quite honestly, though, I spent a large portion of the time wishing I were an invisible (or at least a very very small) fly, buzzing around with her Canon Rebel and a comfortable pair of (fly-sized) shoes. 

Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than people thinking that I think I'm worthy of attention based on my appearance. 

My wardrobe? I can deal. 

My weird face? Not so much. 

Alas, everyone - every model and designer and volunteer - was super duper nice, 

and I was reminded once again of just how untalented I am. 

I mean, these clothes. 

Some of them were sculptures in and of themselves. 

So I felt, since I've been blabbing a lot lately, maybe it would be fun to just oggle some eye candy for a bit.

Feel free to critcize my laziness. 

It's true. I'm tired. 

But the hour and a half I spent unpinning my hair, de-taping my boobs, and scrubbing off my Frieda-red lipstick wore me out. 

For the rest of my life.

No really, though. 

I think I get why so many big name blogger-turned-models never include much text in their posts. They're too busy removing their makeup and rapidly changing into high-waisted granny panties. 

Wait.

That last one's just me?

heh.

 

 :)