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I survived the fashion show! I have a new-found respect for models now…it’s not as easy as it looks!
Shara and I spent all afternoon getting dolled up at Shag Salon. Our hair was curled and teased and sprayed (and sprayed, and sprayed, and sprayed…), we were covered in makeup and false eyelashes, and then dressed in fabulous clothing and jewelry. Once we got to the venue, we found out that the show was postponed an hour, so there we sat, all dressed up with nowhere to go.
Finally it was time to strut our stuff, and I officially became Too Nervous To Breathe. You know that feeling when your blood seems to be pumping too quickly and your lungs can’t quite get enough air and your stomach starts to flutter? Yeah, that’s how I felt. Up until the moment I got on stage, that is. Once I stepped on the stage, I just became someone else. It was so much fun!
I wish I’d had my camera with me during the day so you could see the details of our dresses and the rest of the models. Hopefully I’ll get some photos from some of the other gals so I can share them with you.
So this is me and Shara, post-catwalk. Hooray for Plume and Shag Salon!