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I don't mind the act of runway modelling, but I do mind the timesuck. Last night, I modelled at 10:30. But I had to meet up with the other models at 4. I didn't get home until almost 2 in the morning. That's a lot of time for one little (and I do mean little) outfit.
I wore the cheekiest skirt ever. The bottom half of my bottom was hanging out on full display. Seriously, my swimsuits cover far more.
A couple of the models wore waist-cinchers with no tops, but electrical tape on their boobs. As we lined up to sashay down the catwalk, I overheard a bouncer tell the bartender, "I love my job!"
Theoretically, pictures are forthcoming.
Hamilton is a filthy city obscured by smog. Everything I saw of the city made me think of the bad parts of Toronto. My asthma is in effect right now, and I was only there the one night. I think I'd rather not go back there again. I hate all this coughing and wheezing.
On the way back, my driver got lost in Hamilton, going the wrong way. That got straightened out. We saw a car rear-end another just outside Hamilton (not severely, though). And then, somehow, my driver got turned around again, and I, the one not from this area unlike the driver and the other passenger, was the one who noted we were actually in Mississauga, which is very much going the wrong way. If I hadn't said anything, who knows when they would have turned around? I'm guessing the CN Tower might have clued them in, but I'm not sure about that....
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redlyra. I didn't get a chance because I only found out I could get an early ride home about 30 seconds before they left.
One of the other models at the show was a professional model who'd done a show in Milan for Mossimo's spring line. She's six feet tall, and had to keep her weight to 115 pounds or under. Jayzus.
Ack!
I just went to make myself a cup of tea, and as I was pouring milk into it, I realized it wasn't milk at all, but orange juice! I tried the tea, but it just didn't taste good. So now I'm making another cup, and this one will taste right.
I wore the cheekiest skirt ever. The bottom half of my bottom was hanging out on full display. Seriously, my swimsuits cover far more.
A couple of the models wore waist-cinchers with no tops, but electrical tape on their boobs. As we lined up to sashay down the catwalk, I overheard a bouncer tell the bartender, "I love my job!"
Theoretically, pictures are forthcoming.
Hamilton is a filthy city obscured by smog. Everything I saw of the city made me think of the bad parts of Toronto. My asthma is in effect right now, and I was only there the one night. I think I'd rather not go back there again. I hate all this coughing and wheezing.
On the way back, my driver got lost in Hamilton, going the wrong way. That got straightened out. We saw a car rear-end another just outside Hamilton (not severely, though). And then, somehow, my driver got turned around again, and I, the one not from this area unlike the driver and the other passenger, was the one who noted we were actually in Mississauga, which is very much going the wrong way. If I hadn't said anything, who knows when they would have turned around? I'm guessing the CN Tower might have clued them in, but I'm not sure about that....
Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you,
redlyra. I didn't get a chance because I only found out I could get an early ride home about 30 seconds before they left.One of the other models at the show was a professional model who'd done a show in Milan for Mossimo's spring line. She's six feet tall, and had to keep her weight to 115 pounds or under. Jayzus.
Ack!
I just went to make myself a cup of tea, and as I was pouring milk into it, I realized it wasn't milk at all, but orange juice! I tried the tea, but it just didn't taste good. So now I'm making another cup, and this one will taste right.
