Today I vacuumed and flipped my futon and went through that massive stack of paper (resulting in 2 smaller stacks of paper) and watched a lot of What Not to Wear
The episode that stayed with me was Courteney
, the tomboy from Florida who clearly, CLEARLY didn't want to be there. Her answers were monosyllabic and she spent much of the hour on the verge of tears. And I was getting misty right along with her.
|The Amazing After|
For while I think it would be terrific to go shopping with Stacey and Clinton, and while I completely dream of a half hour with Carmindy,* I can't imagine how painful it would be to be on the show. Like Courtney, I would feel terribly exposed. I'd hate to be taped without my knowledge in the run up to the style intervention. I never, EVER want to step foot into the 360º Mirror. I don't want to see my current clothes under fluorescent lights as they move from utilitarian rack to garbage can.
I will miss WNTW
when it goes off at the end of this season. While I didn't really learn anything about my own personal style from Courtney's episode, her journey is going to stay with me. She showed tremendous courage in sharing it with us, and I was touched.
*I think hair stylist Ted is a nice and talented man, but my cut and color suit me fine.