I'm Hooked
I can't believe it, but I'm hooked on Project Runway. I found it while channel flipping Saturday night. I wanted 'noise' while I worked on a computer project and all my usual shows were either repeats or boring. I figured, what could it hurt? I'll listen to it until the news starts in 20 minutes or so. THREE HOURS later, I was still watching. And I turned it on again last night and watched another THREE HOURS. I'm all caught up on last season and ready for the new shows to start tomorrow night. At 10. On Bravo. Did I mention I can't wait?
I'm a huge Michael fan.
I loved his seersucker pants (the going-to-Paris episode) but his pink Pam Greer hotpants (the remaking-a-fashion-icon episode) were incredible.
I'm not sure why, but I also like Vincent. Maybe it's the glasses. Or the fact that he's older. But he's my second favorite.
But if either of these two win, I may have to slit my wrists.
Yuck. Can't stand watching - or listening - to either one of them. (Do I sound like a PR addict?) How badly am I hooked on this show? Tomorrow night is Knit & Nibble, my monthly knitting & crochet group, which I love. But I'm planning to leave early, just to make sure I'm home in time to see Runway. Sheesh. I've got it bad.














































