The above is what was written about the event that Nikki and I went to. I know what you are thinking: "A fashion show? Why was Tiff at a fashion show?!!! Why were Nikki and Tiff hobnobbing with Seattle's beautiful socialites?" I know. It's weird. Let me explain. I think I've made somewhat of a transformation since moving to Seattle. It's been slow, but, partially because of Nikki's persistence, I am learning to act more like, well, a girl. Mind you, I am still the tough tomboy who loves playing football, but I've learned it's OK to look and act like a girl. Included in my transformation is my newly developed obsession with all things Project Runway. Nikki got me into it last season (not this recently ended season, but the one before it - the one with "so fierce" Christian Siriano). The challenges they put the contestants through are sometimes amazing, Heidi Klum is hilarious and Tim Gunn is a fashion genius. OK - I digress. So the reason we went to the show at Seattle's trendiest bar was because of Blayne Walsh. He was one of the aspiring designers from the most current season. In case you didn't know, this tanning addict contestant lives in West Seattle and had a design piece in the show. Blayne certainly wasn't one of the most talented designers of the season, but he seemed to be a nice fellow and pretty funny. And his designs were almost always memorable, although usually not in a good way. One piece was described by Michael Kors as "it looks like it's pooping fabric." I didn't get a real close look at his piece at the show, but I can definitely say it was not my style.

PS - I know there are spelling and grammar errors in the quote at the top of this post, and even though I feel compelled to fix them, I'm not, since it's not right to change anything in a quote.
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