The fundraising fashion show on Wednesday was completely and totally awesome. Nobody tripped. Nobody peed on anything (they weren’t supposed to). Tyra didn’t send anyone home in a sobbing heap of MAC facepowder and hairspray.
Sure, there was some throaty barking and a chorus of appreciative howling to kick things off… but you have no IDEA how hard it is to keep John under control when he sees me in something other than my normal ripped jeans and overstretched sweatshirt garb.
Did I mention I didn’t trip? I DIDN’T TRIP.
I took this photo the next day (Thursday) at about noon. Miss Diva von Fancy Pants doesn’t get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day now apparently.
More on the show to come. Happy Friday!