Model Behavior.

For a little less than 5 hours last week, I was a fashion model.

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HAIR
My hair was straightened, curled, straightened.... then slightly curled again.
It smelled divine once the darling woman at the sophisticated salon had worked her magic on it.
And I had soft wavy ringlets. She even gave my last ringlet curl a little ribbon coated clip to wear on my way from salon to show. "You know? To keep it just so...."

Oh yes. I knew. I knew that even my one ringlet curl in the front of my head felt doted on.

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MAKEUP
Once at the venue, the makeup artist made my eyes "smokin".
Every time I thought she was done, she reached for another glob of shimmer, or sparkle, or misty shadowy powder, and laid on an additional thick coat. When she was finished with me, I struggled to keep my "smokin" eyes open from the weight of the makeup.

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RUNWAY
First, the obligatory champagne. Then, the walk down the runway.
I stood tall. I smiled. I tried not to race (gallop, sashay, swagger....)
Then the quick help out of - and in to - and adjusting the clothes.
Then the jewelry.
Then the escort down the step of the stage out to the runway for a stroll down the runway. A second time. (Wow! is this funny!).

Next comes the FINALE. Women spill out from behind the curtains.
Cheering, clapping, flashing cameras. Stepping in tune with the clubbing music.
Circle back.
More cheering.

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NO REALLY. A MODEL.
I was a model and I didn't hang a piece of clothing nor did I wear Spanx.
(Bri, sorry - did that catch you off guard?).
Fashion show, fashion show...fashion show at lunch. (Someone had to write that).

And we all know it was an honor to be asked to strut my stuff to raise money for a great cause alongside 17 inspiring women.
And yes, let it be known that I (really) enjoyed wearing the fur.
Roar.



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NEXT TOP MOMDEL?
So, I came home late that night, tucked my sore toes into bed and just a few hours later two of the cutest munchkins in the world woke me up.
Cherub smile faces with giant blue eyes were peeking at me. (Me, the model).

Nonie & Dec, good morning! Thanks for starting the day with your incredible singing (WAY) out of tune accompanied by crazy dancing in the kitchen. Both behaviors serve as a powerful reminder to me of my real modeling job. Smokin' eyes optional.