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Hola Gasmii! I am back, under protest, after sunning and swimming and inhaling Mai Tais for a week. Good thing Kors’ orange glow can remind me of the spectacular, if less flabby, sunsets I left behind.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes!!! And you’re welcome for having Flipit fill in!!! You owe me one and I accept checks and cash and bar tabs paid in full.
Because my life is one big Project Runway theme, my mother is in town and I am introducing her to the show. She keeps asking me who Heidi Klum is and why her legs are so big, lol! A mother even Flipit would love! Also after we watched last week’s episode, she is a Dmitry fan. Fast learner. Slow Driver.
This week the producers decided to go for the human element and we have a Heritage Challenge. Each designer must invent a fabric to represent their background, and to help with this we get families! I love a good backstory. We find out that Elena is a giant in her homeland and Blorpheus would never design anything for his sister. Dmitry has a cold Russian family that refused to show up (probably in favor of the hockey playing brother), and Skunk was beat up a lot as a kid. Sometimes children can be so wonderful.
Oh and I quote my mother who just randomly said, “My hair has been a disappointment to me my whole life”.
The teams are assisted all day by the family members. Based on how no one is dressing quirky anymore or smiling or even bothering to be obnoxious, I think the challenges are wearing on our Season 10 babies and this pick-me-up is coming at just the right time. Plus it is touching to see some of the harder contestants melting around some familiar support. My mother thinks Elena’s mother should tell her to stop being such a “snerky little 12 year old”. I agreed but said it is sad because Elena really does have talent when I was cut off with, “I saw her coat. It looked like a damn tent.”
In an amazing moment Tim says the classiest grossest thing I’ve ever heard to the gassiest grossest contestant I’ve ever seen. It may even eclipse “where’s Andre?” in iconic-ness.