The Cat-Walk

As I was pacing my almost fully furnished “flat” on the quest to keep myself busy, I decided to have my very own afternoon fashion show, right here at apartment 209! I had just finished cleaning my three rooms and bathroom for the third time this week when I began hanging and putting some clothes away. When I opened the closet doors I stood there staring into my closet and saw a little piece of fashion beauty... a White House Black Market silver and black dress glowing at me. A dress I bought over a year ago and never have had the chance to wear. As it dawned on me of this atrocious fashion crime I had committed, I knew I needed to do something. So to make it up to my stunning silk dress, I took it down, zipped it up and slipped into some ultra high and ultra amazing, six inch, snakeskin, platform, heals and walked the Orchard Plaza cat-walk! I may have stooped to a new low but it felt sooooo fantastic!! I walked around that apartment like I was Gisele Bundchen modelling for Prada. After strutting my stuff I poured a drink, turned on some music, and dug into Star magazine to see what my fellow models were up to. It was like my own cocktail party with me, myself and I. I was even close to making myself an extra dirty martini, until I looked at the clock and saw it wasn’t even 12. Probably best to leave the cocktail till later since it might justify me as a hopeless alcoholic if I were sitting alone in a fancy dress drinking before noon... but I can’t promise at my next show I won’t! After all, it would be at the runway after party and all in the name of fashion!!