I know, what a great title right?
Well, yesterday while I'm on deadline for the stocks and dividends pages, I hear one of my friends on the sports desk shout
"Oh, la la, BLAIR!"
I glance over to her desk to see why she suddenly found me attractive and saw horror in her hand. Right there, on her desk, was a six-inch picture of me in an apron. (See right)
Now, I'm rather sensitive of when I smile. My eyes go all Asian and my mouth curls up like the joker and somehow dimples appear on my cheeks I didn't even know were there. Nonetheless, as I've been saying, "after the apron gig, how can my modeling career go anywhere but up?"
I just had to share it. I thought it was hilarious. But, since the photographer told me they would be cutting off my face in the picture, I now trust NO photogs.
So, if you want a copy of Blair modeling history, pick up a copy of the Statesman for today, flip to the cover of the Life and Arts section and you'll see me, Asian smile and all.
UPDATE (12:23 p.m.) : I am now the centerpiece for the Statesman's website.
4 comments:
Did you get to keep the apron?
You know, I didn't. But that's ok. I already have a bad ass apron that says "Have you hugged a Presbyterian today?" on it.
Hahahahahaha. I still don't understand why aprons needed to be modeled, but I love the pictures.
Blair on David's computer:
Well, the article was about how designer aprons are making a comeback in the style community. So, our style writer wrote about a local apron designer. It was actually a pretty interesting story.
Post a Comment