On the TV show Project Runway the host says the infamous line: “one day you’re in, and the next, you’re out.”
I will never be “in” in fashion.
Mainly because when it comes to the required “coolness” factor it is tragically lacking from my DNA.
My “date” for the night at the runway show was my sister in law, and she spent a lot of the evening cringing at my total inability to, you know, be cool.
First up was spotting Michael Klim and his beautiful princess wife across the room. Now a) as a former competitive swimmer myself I have a healthy respect for a former Olympic swimmer like Michael Klim, and secondly, how often do you get to meet a princess? Really?
So I marched over to them, babbled a couple of incoherent sentences and then asked if I could have a photo taken with them. They kindly obliged and my sister in law took it.
Yes really.
In fashion speak she was “out.”
Next stop was the runway show itself,
This btw is what Michael Klim and Princess Lindy actually look like in case you were wondering.
We were placed somewhere up the back but we didn’t mind because a) who were we really? And b) there were goody bags, and when a girl has goody bags like these ones, well nothing really matters.
I spent time dashing down to the runway before the show started getting photos of famous and semi famous people.
This is one of me with Lara Bingle. Firstly, she’s so tiny you could put her in your pocket. And secondly, she was utterly delightful and pleasant. Yes, I was charmed.
And then we were asked to move from the rafters somewhere a bit closer.
By closer they meant the second row.
Awesome.
I thanked my lucky stars I’d had my eyebrows done that day, but that’s a whole other blog post.
Sister in law and I noticed the phalanx of camera crews around us but put this down to being “fashion.”
Er, no.
Turns out this show was being filmed as part of the new series of Australia’s Next Top Model and the new models in the series were doing this runway show. And we were seated directly opposite Sarah Murdoch and Alex Perry. Interesting fact, Alex Perry's face does not move when he smiles.
Again, I failed miserably in the “cool” stakes.
Whilst the fashion pack swivelled their heads side to side coolly assessing the models as they sashayed down the runway, I kept up a detailed (and I thought amusing) commentary complete with vivid hand gestures to my sister in law. She, meanwhile steadfastly maintained the poker face required to be a fashionista.
And then I noticed the camera. The camera trained right on our row. All. The. Time.
And I shut up.
So if you see me babbling away on tv in the next few months, be kind. Please.
And this is one occasion where I hope with the camera crews that "I'm
