The final two standing are Avery and Heather. Pleather wins. Holla! The real loser is Heather’s husband, stuck listening to Aviva’s humanitarian crisis–her poor, frail father’s toss-out at a ladies charity fashion show by armed militia in tanks. And ninjas. And a black, Atlantan model who looks just like her, except black.
The headless hottie or the sexy socialite?
Sexy SonJa meets with the Yummie Tummie Dreamie Teamie for the final time to choose her box prototype. She goes along with the team’s pick of the headless hottie, but the elegant Cornish hens keep calling SonJa’s name. The team is ecstatic and torture viewers with awful dancing.
Where do all of the glove fingers go to die?
Carole’s finished birthing her book baby after four years of labor. Carole likes aviator glasses and fingerless gloves so much, she should marry them and give her book baby some fashion fathers.
Is it okay if I wear my footie pajamas under this?
Back at the Yummie Tummie offices, Aviva shows up to see what she’ll be wearing in Heather’s charity fashion show. Heather’s giving Aviva the honorary position of finishing the show, because she likes that Aviva’s “flawed”. Like machinery, small planes, penthouses, and buzzed blondes having fun, showing leg is another of Aviva’s phobias. Why won’t Heather allow her to walk the runway with a hoodie and sweat pants under the shape wear?
That one in the back unhinged her jaw and tried to eat me!
Heather lets Aviva know there’s a strong black woman inside of her. Please don’t say she’s from Hotlanta, please, please! She didn’t explain if it’s because Aviva’s a cannibal or been body snatched, or because her dad is that much of a perv, but that’s a big plot line that’s been left on the cutting room floor.
Aviva can’t complain about showing leg anymore, so now she doesn’t want to wear the jacket that’s been chosen for the outfit, because now she wants to show arms.
Heather shuts her down, telling Aviva that she MUST wear the jacket…multiple times. Nobody wants to see her arms–because they’re not flawed. To ignore Heather’s wishes and not wear the jacket like she’s been told would be…hmmm…ungracious, ungrateful, unstylish, unmodel-ly?
Ewwww! It’s Hornysaurus woody shavings.
As the show begins, Sonja sees the photographer from her toaster oven photo shoot and runs over, dragging Ramona with her. Ramona is all business and to the point, telling him that they need individual shots.
They are distracting and it probably wasn’t a good idea to do this while the models are walking the runway. It really goes downhill when Ramona discovers her wine glass is dirty and filled with nails and flesh eating bacteria. Whoever did that, waited too long.
Talk to the headband.