The World As I See It...: Supermodel?!

A couple of months ago I was asked to model in this year's Spring Fling Fashion Gala which benefits the Miss Delaware Org. At the time it sounded like fun and I knew It would be good encouragement for me to get back on the dreadmill so I agreed to do it.

Fast forward a couple of weeks...I go out and purchase the "model shoe" which is a platform heel that is probably 6 inches high but feels like 12. I bought them pretty far in advance because my usual shoe these days are flats or sneaks. I knew I would need time to practice. The day after I purchase these devices of female torture, I fracture my foot and end up on crutches (with no help from the heels). It occurs to me as I sit at the Doctor that I am such a klutz. It's still a mystery as to how I actually obtained the stress fracture (running?). So I realize that if it's possible for me to get a fracture doing nothing, imagine the damage I can create on these stilts that I am going to have to walk the runway in. Total fear sets in! I trip every single day...over my feet. What on earth have I agreed to?! And...it's just too late to back out.

Fast forward a few more weeks. It's fitting day. I was actually kind of excited for my fitting. I was assigned Tiger Lili for my store. I love Tiger Lilli...this store is every pageant girl's dream. Lots of glitz, dresses and sparkly jewelry. I decided to wear my "model shoe" to the fitting thinking it would be good practice to walk around in them and then we would know exactly how long of a dress I could work with. As I walk into the store I trip...yep, over my own feet. I didn't fall but definitely stumbled into the store and practically into one of the individuals who would be my stylist. I seriously wish I could have read his mind...or maybe not. The rest of the fitting was pretty uneventful. They stylists picked my 3 outfits out pretty quickly but then it took ages for them to find the perfect accessories. I found this all to be pretty amusing since these days I have about five minutes to dress myself for the day and than I just pray that I don't end up with any applesauce, snot or something much worse rubbed on me until I make it out the door. All in all, the fitting took about two hours.

Sunday was the big day. When I woke in the morning my very first thought was, "God, please don't let me fall on my face today". I realize that is really sad but none the less, it's true. We were all assigned a "call time" for hair and make-up. I had to be at the salon pretty early in the day to get started. Hair and Make-up took place at a fancy shmancy salon in Wilmington and was so much fun. I forgot how much fun it is to let someone pamper you like that. I wish I hadn't been quite so nervous because I could have enjoyed it more. Some of the other models were also pageant has-beens so we had so much fun catching up and joking. The "real models" were also at the salon...you know the ones who are 6 feet tall and weigh 90 lbs. I'm not even going to lie...their presence made me even more nervous.

After hair and make-up, we headed over to the Chase Center for rehearsal. A couple other Has-Beens and I watched the "real models" work the runway. We were cracking up because those girls knew exactly what they were doing. They were spinning and swinging their hips and I'm still just praying that I don't fall at this point.

In the end...I didn't fall on my face! And, I had a blast. I actually enjoyed playing model for the day but I had even more fun goofing off backstage with some of my has-been sisters. We laughed, set up a whole scenario for the single girls to get on the bachelor, made fun of each other and our outfits, took lots of pictures, drank some wine and enjoyed catching up with each other. I will most likely regret saying this but...I hope they invite me back next year:-)