Well, I broke down. I opened the cupboard and there it was, shinning like a beacon of comfort food- Kraft dinner. I don't even know how it got in the house to be honest.... the neighbor gave us food when she moved away...that must be it. I haven't made myself a pot of Kraft dinner in probably a year. . . but there it was. All my troubles. All my cares. Melted away as I watched the tablespoon of butter ooze into the delicious pot of cheesy pasta. I added a can of Cambells tomato soup the way my mom used to. So Good. It also explains why I was such a fat child.
I decided that I deserve it. I've worked so hard. . and the show is tomorrow. I might have to let out my jacket since I've basically applyed the pasta directly to my obliques, but I don't care. Is it just me or does Kraft dinner cook faster than regular pasta. I never noticed that before...they make it so easy...tricky Kraft.
I have some anxiety about tomorrow. I haven't tried anything on the models. I hope to god I picked girls that will fit my stuff. There was no fitting, it's taken this long just to solidify everything and confirm the models in the first place. I'm scared. I'm nervous. I'm full of Kraft dinner.
I made 3 hats and am going to make one more. They're so pretty, I'm really happy with them. I used window screen and wire to achieve the look I wanted. My hands feel like I've been playing in barb wire but it was worth it. I borrowed shoes from Townshoes and jewelry from Beadles beads and jewelry. I was lining up my stuff to look at it about an hour ago and realized I was missing two pieces. I panicked. I searched found them after about a half hour of looking but it was a half hour of terror. With photoshoots and running around picking stuff up, borrowing stuff, I was so scared I left them somewhere. Thankfully everything is present and ready for tomorrow.
They used my image for all the publications. I wasn't sure if you noticed- but its pretty exciting. They're posted all around the city. That was the big secret news that I posted a few blogs ago. I knew they were going to before I was allowed to tell anyone. I'm sorta famous. just sorta. just this week.
I should probably wear a big hat. or a spandex unitard. I have a couple....