I’m a bundle of nerves. I have jewelry orders to fill (!), an accepted article (!) to touch up, and a runway strut (!) to perfect.
Pivoting and oh-so casually placing a hand on a cocked hip is a lot harder than it looks. That I'm doing it in front of a couple hundred people at a hoppin' joint on a Friday night is, is, is...well, it's CRAZY, that's what. I try not to think about it too much.
I am not cooking. I am not blogging. I am not reading. I am not sleeping.
I am buzz-buzz-buzzing.
And I am calling up all my girlfriends to see if any of them have a pair of size 9 black heels (the higher the better) that I might borrow.
That's it for now, sweeties. Gotta fly!