So. A couple months ago my neighbour taped a newspaper clipping with a note to my front door:
Neighbour Note: There is a modeling show! Proceeds go animal rescue! They need models with dogs! You and John should enter!
I was all, “Modeling? Wicked. Maybe there will be free food.”
I asked John what he thought. I am very careful to ask John questions like this at opportune times such as when he is not paying attention:
Me (whispering): Hey, babe. Okay if I submit your picture for this modeling gig? It’s no biggie really…
John: Hu? Wha-…? Um yeah, sure okay, whatever…
A few weeks later… we were selected! And John can’t get mad because I ASKED HIM AND IT’S FOR A GOOD CAUSE AND EVERYTHING. If I may say so myself: Well played.
Here is the deal:
- It’s tomorrow, Wednesday, December 1st @ 7:30pm
- Tickets: $30
- Proceeds go to Turtle Gardens Animal Rescue (they specialize in stray/feral dogs from First Nation Communities and Municipal Pounds)
- Now that it is just over 24 hours away I am kind of crapping myself
So… I was practicing my model walk (I youtubed “how to not look like an idiot when you’re walking down a runway” or something like that) and I am not entirely sure I can pull this off. Walk with purpose! Chin up! Arms still! Smile! Don’t fall off your heels and bust up your face on the runway! Keep your dog beside you and make sure they don’t pee on anything! Look natural! There are a lot of details to keep straight.
John and I have two outfits each to strut about in and there will also be other models with their dogs so it should be an interesting hoot. The dogs will go commando (i.e. naked), as per usual. The fashionable folks at Outlooks and Tulipe Noire have been fabulous.
Please, oh please, oh please, oh please let me not trip and land in an epic heap on the lap of some unsuspecting audience member.