I was clearing off my camera’s memory card this past weekend and realized that I had left y’all in the dark about some recent excitement in my life.
When I was in 5th grade, we were asked to write about the career we wanted to have when we grew up. I chose a lawyer and/or a model (because, like, lawyers on tv are like, sooooo pretty, ya know). My dream came true (at least part of it) at the end of February when I was able to make a trip to Paris for fashion week. It was exciting and thrilling. Or C’était excitant et saisissant, as my new French friends like to say. The food! The wine! The cheese! The food!
Oh, and the fashion… the lovely lovely fashion.
Armed with my camera, I made myself comfortable in the front row of all of the top shows, seated next to Rhianna and Lucy Liu at one, Victoria Beckham and Claudia Schiffer at another.
You can’t tell in the above photo, but I’m wearing this outfit, which I
knitted… knit witted… knit myself on the flight over. Fussy’s hat is the perfect compliment to any outfit. Thanks, Fuss! (or Foo-say, as my new French friends call her.)
Compared to me, poor Rhianna looked so frumpy… even though she tried to jazz it all up by choosing some grandma shoes.
Of course, I was there only to observe and photograph the models, as I don’t have 2 pennies to rub together right now, let alone pay $10K for the latest styles, no matter how hip and cool they make me. Fortunately, some of my designer friends were kind enough to loan me some fancy frocks to sport around while there.
This one will cover that pimple sprouting on your chin or at least draw people’s eyes away from it. You can mix and match all of those pieces for more options. And as an added bonus, I believe I heard someone mentioning that it filters the air before you breathe it in. Isn’t that FAB!
This one? Perfect for those “fat days” we all have every month. It will hide and conceal any bloating. And see those stilts she is walking on? Adding all of that height will fool everyone and make your body appear proportional!
Since we wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the same outfit two days in a row, here are two more options for concealing any facial blemishes and/or bad hair.
Ditto for another bad hair day:
Bloating AND bad hair day:
So, I may be having to really force myself to fight the frump… but I’ll always have Paris…
Isn’t it grand to
pretend to be someone else and paste your head on other people’s bodies be me?