Bated Breath

We don't have television channels. We have the big screen and all, but just the netflix. So. When Project Runway airs I have to watch it the next day on the computer. So. This morning Buckaroo and I watched Project Runway. Ohmigod its always so exciting I can hardly stand it. Such sweet torture when the episode ends. And when you don't have commercials it goes by oh-so-quickly. This season has been a delight because I think the judges are more unpredictable. Project Runway is a very important part of my happiness. Now I have to wait a whole week to meet that element of happiness again.

The wait is probably a good thing because it allows for enough time for me to pull my head out of my ass about wanting to be a fashion icon. This is not going to happen. I'm in such a sloppy mom place right now. The height of fashion consciousness for me is whether or not I remember to put pants on. So its just best that I have the joy of the runway every so often.

My son is a bit more fashion-forward. For instance, this morning he was sporting a sleepie outfit that made him look like he was wearing leg warmers. Because he's secure with his sexuality. (Is that ok to say?) And because he wants me to show AmyF that he's a dancer and thus she should move here.

Here he's rockin them in his exersaucer.

Here he's warming up in his jumpyjumperthing.

Here he's on point. Almost.

So, anyway, I'm sad to see the Michael D. guy go from Project Runway. He was sweet and funny and clearly in love with Christopher. I'm happy that Mondo won because I really admire him. He's so VERY comfortable with himself and he's always so calmmmmmmmm. And funny. Sharp funny.

xo