Me, on the other hand? I was so tense the entire week leading up to the fashion show that I sprang a muscle in my neck brushing my hair one morning. The morning of the fashion show, I ate a nice breakfast, then decided that eating was probably a majorly bad idea.
Basically, I was that kind of nervous in which you sort of feel like you are going to die, you are so nervous.
For Sydney, however, the day was basically just a series of one candy-colored piece of happiness after another. Thanks to the Hair Arts Academy, which donated its services, there was hair styling!!!
Syd doesn't really have enough hair to bother, in my opinion, having it curled to peek adorably out from under her crown, so I asked the stylist to simply braid it in pigtails, pin it up, and lock it into place, thus introducing Sydney to the wonders of scented hair-spray:
The designer gives Sydney a hand mirror and asks, "Do you like your make-up?"
Sydney checks herself out from all angles, smiling at herself all the while, then looks up at the designer and says, "Glitter."
Did they have glitter? Why, yes, as a matter of fact they did!
The glitter didn't photograph for me well, but it's brushed all over her face, so imagine it on top of this, The Runway Look:
While Will and Matt had tons of fun out front with the hula hoop troop and the community art project, Syd was busy with the backstage photo shoot:
Fortunately, I had my man in the audience, bootleg taping the whole thing. Here's what he saw:
Sydney's little runway buddy was the real trooper, since Sydney, who knew her marks VERY well, did her darned best to haul her partner around and keep them both exactly where she wanted them to be. And yes, Dear Reader, at the end of the walk, she does blow a kiss to the crowd. I didn't spend all those evenings with cable watching Toddlers and Tiaras for nothing.
At the end of their walk, off they march:
And then back in line we get, because our portion of the evening isn't over until we've walked the Models and Designers Walk:
No, I'm not escaping--we were required to hoof it back to the Silent Auction area and schmooze for a bit. Syd was still wired, happily collecting her bouquet from Daddy and letting people examine my stitching and hems and all up close and answering questions from the admiring public, but Will, who had won the award for World's Most Patient Big Sister hours ago, was getting pretty exhausted, and so off we snuck back home.
The small child refused to let me take off her make-up, but she did let go of her bouquet so that it could go in water, and she and Willow were sound asleep approximately six second after their little blonde heads hit the pillow.
And that's when Matt ordered a pizza, and I FINALLY relaxed.