Two weeks ago an editor from Better Homes and Gardens emailed me. Would I be interested in being their Style section’s “real woman” for an upcoming issue? It would involve a stylist picking out clothes for me, someone doing my hair, another person doing my make up, and a photographer taking my pictures.
So last night I flew to New York City and spent the night at the Holiday Inn on someone else’s dime.
Is this really my life?
Apparently so because today I’m wearing my cutest wintry outfit (it’s like, 34 here!) so that I will look fashionable before I change into two outfits selected by a man whom I have never met. He knows my bra size, but nothing else.
Here’s what I’m wearing (before I have to take my clothes off):
Purple-gray courdorouy mini-skirt worn over black tights and fishnets (the studio where we are doing the shoot is down the street so I won’t get cold)
My super comfy black cowboy boots
A V-neck top that has black and gray stripes under a thin black V-neck wrap
My sister’s black leather motorcycle jacket (which is awesome except the zipper needs to be fixed)
A thick wooden bracelet my Dad made with thin leather bracelets from Africa, and a doubled up strand of purple fresh-water pearls
Wish me luck. I’m a bit nervous. I hope they can photo shop out my angry spots!