I've got a confession to make. Please don't hold this against me. Although I swore off ever auditioning for another fashion reality series, I am going back on my word. Okay, there. I said it. One of my models/fashion friends emailed me the info a couple of weeks ago. And this time, judging by the application and description, it doesn't sound like I need to be a tailor par excellence. When I explained that to my boyfriend, he just laughed asking, "Well, how are they going to judge you?" All I could do was grin sheepishly. Let me say this. I am not looking for stardom. Well, maybe just a little bit. But the grand prize winner gets their line in stores and that is the kind of help that I can use. So tomorrow afternoon I'll be waiting in line with other hopefuls, my arms full with photos and samples and a video DVD. I'll flash my winning smile and suck in my stomach when I meet the judges and hope for the best. After all, nothing beats a failure but a try. And this time I won't feel all sad and dejected if they never call me. I've been down this road too many times to warrant that kind of reaction. But I am going to prepare the best acceptance speech ever. "I'd like to thank my mom and my agent. . ." Oh, I forgot, this isn't the Oscars.
Peace & Fashion!