Phoenix Fashion Week

Sometimes I do things without thinking.  Sometimes I do things intentionally.

Sometimes I do things for entirely the wrong reasons.

Sometimes I do things to prove people wrong and then just end up putting my foot and/or other various body parts in my mouth (depending on how much of an ass I've made myself).

Dave is a model.  I am not.  Dave is a triathlete.  I am not.  Dave is cool.  I am not.

But sometimes I like to pretend I am.


Which is why I end up doing things like marathon training....

                                                    ....learning to swim laps (for the day I attempt a triathlon).....

                ....And Phoenix Fashion Week.


I went to the casting call mostly to prove to Dave that I wouldn't make it, and thus rub in his face the fact that I was right all along about not being "model material."

When I got the big "CONGRATULATIONS!" email, my heart sank (not to mention it almost went under cardiac arrest).

But then began a crazy whirl of fun, stress, and make-up induced acne that was all a part of making my summer 2010 AMAZING.

Although I'm glad I'll never again have a reason to do frantic 4:30am distance runs, 24-hour water diets, and 40 minute steam room sessions (every last ounce counts!), Phoenix Fashion week was an incredible experience.

I learned a lot over the summer:  I've learned about confidence, kindness, and how to cat-hiss at dumb model girls when they're not looking.  I learned that I can pull off red lipstick and that sometimes I stand pigeon-toed (gross).  I've learned that being a good model really does take talent and work, and walking on a runway is NOT like walking around the mall. 

And no matter how hot you are, the wrong photographers can still make you look like $#!t.

Unfortunately, I also learned that I will never be a fashionista.  No one's fashion sense rubbed off on me.  My closet will probably always be full of jeans and tanktops. 

Which is why I hire people like Megan to make me pretty:

While I loved all the photoshoots, the clothes, the hair, and strutting on the runway while trying to keep my shoes from falling off....it's the people I've met and the friendships that have been created that are really what's going to last forever.


(along with probably a few pictures that I wish were never taken).


Check out PHX Fashion Weeks fbook pics HERE or my album Here!