I have a confession. Well, I have several. But for now, I will admit to this.
If you were curious where I was from 4:00pm, until 10:0pm Sunday night, you need not look too far. After a warm shower, I threw on my best black velvet (aka victoria secret velour sweats), towel dried my hair into a swirl of cascading finger twirled curls, skipped the mascara and simply went for a touch of cheek rouge. Upon ascending the stairs, I wrapped myself in a soft gray blanket and entered la cucina.
I sliced a Pink Lady apple into wedges, outlined a white porcelain plate with the finest of Wheat Thin Fiber Selects, and peeled a swirl low fat cheese stick. The soft gray blanket hanging on for dear life on my left shoulder, the plate of tantalizing delectables in my right hand, I anxiously sank into the lovely light turquoise couch. With the touch of a button, my night unfolded before me.
It's Oscars night, ladies and gentleman!
For the first time in my life, I not only watched the entire awards ceremony, but every moment of the pre-show. The awkward interviews. The fashion gossip. The celebrity sightings and blustering fans screaming in elation. The beautiful hair and unique jewelry. I loved it. I felt like such a girl- and I loved it.
Had I received an interview from Mr. Seacrest, I would have boldy declared, "Victoria's Secret. Pantene Pro-V. Smith's Marketplace." Valentino and Versace have got nothin' on me. Nothin' on Victoria. Especially nothin' on the piece of business she keeps hidden from us.
The glamour. The fun. The beauty. The spotlight.
For one brief moment, I felt so compelled to turn my wedding show modeling career into New York's Fashion Week. Oh wait, reality.. I am a nurse, living in Utah, who munches on Pink Lady apples during the Oscars. I can dream.
I made the journey from the couch, left the 6 hour toosh indentation, and called the only person who would understand my off the cuff fantasies. And what I loved most, was his passion to not hold me back from NY, Paris, Rome, Hong Kong... Ah, I really can dream.
Do not let the navy blue scrubs, ponytail and bare essentials makeup regimen fool you.
And so these are the confessions of a secret alter ego fashionista.
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2 comments:
you are so bright with how you write. I can rymn like I've got the worlds time. ha ha love you
I didn't watch much of the Oscars, but I watched all I could! I couldn't stay on the couch, though. I just HAD to get up and dance around in mom and dad's room.
And I also switched my shampoo to Pantene Pro-V. That Bumble and Bumble shampoo did not work at all. It only dried my hair up. The Pantene really made a difference, I'm telling you!
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