Right now my Tivo is out of commission, because we recently moved. So I guess I should be calling this Should Have Tivoed, or SHT. (*snicker*). I had to watch my shows real-time, which is like, some kind of Stone-Age B.S., let me tell you.
I know that it's a little late to start blogging about Project Runway, but I'm seriously obsessed with this show, so I think I'll start there. Season 5 is nowhere near as entertaining as Season 3/4, but it's plenty blogworthy. I'm really not sure who I'm rooting for, even though I think I'd place my bets on Leanne. My husband thinks she's cute, in a so-weird-looking-she's-cute kind of way, and it sort of offends me. I rely on the comfort that I don't think he's seen her Bravo bio picture, because I'm pretty sure he'd take it all back the second he saw it. I know she's high fashion, but those shoes are kind of gross, and people who make bedroom eyes and cock their hips make me feel icky. However, I give her much respect for cutting her own bangs fairly evenly, and l totally wish I actually left my house every once in a while, because I would wear clothes from her collection, Leanimal, in a heartbeat.
Personally, I think Kenley's look is cuter, but she reminds me of a girl I went to school with (who shall remain nameless (unless you e-mail me)), and so I feel completely unable to root for her. It would be doing my 8th-grade self a great injustice. That's all I'm saying. (Seriously, e-mail me).
Last night, the designers had to create a couture look using the Zodiac as their inspiration. I liked the challenge, because I like crazy.
As you probably know, the designers were paired with (to borrow a phrase from Tom and Lorenzo) "auf'd" designers, which meant the return of Daniel, my favorite Deer Caught In The Headlights. I don't have an impossible crush on him or anything, but I would LOVE to give the guy a big hug, tell him I think he has good taste, and maybe sit in on his intervention. I love people who seem uncomfortable in their own skin. They're my weakness.
None of the designers made anything worth talking about, but it was still a great episode, full of fashion AND personal drama. And poor Nina, on her first day back, looked like she just wanted to down a bottle of Exedrin and crawl back into bed. She looked like a woman with heavy flow forced to run errands with a minivan full of preschoolers. I know that look well.
I hated watching it with the commercials, so hopefully my Tivo gets reconnected before next week. I didn't even bother watching Top Design, which means, I have NO IDEA how Ricky Schroeder's eternal companion would decorate her fallout shelter, and that makes my life feel a little less complete.
