Wool & Words

I'm just getting home and watching the Bravo instant replay of Project Runway. We're in the judging and I have a Very Bad Feeling about Chris tonight, which makes me sad...cause I really liked his dress. I about fell out of the bed when they cracked on Chris's dress and then went on and on about Sweet P's, which was infinitely more boring to me. It's now 11:52 and I am pretty darn sure that Chris is out since I can't imagine they'd send Jillian or VictorYa home (and VictorYa created the most non-new looking denim item).

This is what I do when I watch this show. I spend the last commerical break popping Tums and working myself up into a frenzy. Sometimes I'm surprised, but usually I can see the writing on the wall...or in the editing, since that's where the magic happens. You know that if Tim Gunn makes a comment about something wrong with the garment in his workroom rounds, then that's going to be a bone of contention in the final analysis. It's like the comments I put in a student paper before I write my end comment and assign a grade; it all is pointing to that final outcome, and if you read well, you'll see it coming.

OK--I'm on pins and needles....

Ricky won a challenge. And they're going to sell his dress. Where are the tears, Ricky? Where are the tears?

OK...I see them struggling to get out.

And now for the loser...Whoa! Was I wrong there! OMG--could it be? YES!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so glad VictorYa is gone--I didn't see that coming!

Will the sun rise tomorrow? Ricky WON a challenge; Victorya is auf. Stay tuned...