oh holy rosette, batman!

okay. those of you who know me, know that i am "project runway" freakazoid. i read blogging project runway; i read every snarky sarcastic recap that i can find; i obsess over making sure i can be home on wednesday nights in time to watch...i curse out others for talking during the episode. and though i have no illusions that i can ever, ever compete with the recaps that i read on other sites, i can't help but throw my 2 cents into the nether regions of the intarweb...so...some thoughts on last night's episode.

1) um....producers and cameramen, how did we not notice keith michael's stash of fashion books prior to this episode? obviously the cameraman noticed them in time to zoom in on them while kayne and vincent were discussing the demise of keith michael. shouldn't y'all have found that earlier on? way to drop the ball guys? or...what's even worse. way to know that you dropped the ball and try to milk the issue for ratings but then fail miserably at it because it can't be a bombshell when tim gunn shows up to "auf" someone prematurely when the whole room's been gossiping about it...fire your story editor for messing up the pacing of your so-called drama...yech.

2) keith, keith, keith. you know? i actually loved your clothes...and i felt bad enough for you to think, for a split-second, "aw, man, that's a tough break.....he got kicked off the show...and he didn't even use those pattern books." but then i snapped out of it. there are rules. you signed a contract. i don't feel bad for you. at least, i don't feel bad that you've made a fool of yourself. you were in control, man.

3) rosettes. angela, you are the luckiest woman alive. your taste is awful. your clothes are ridiculous. i don't care that you told the new york times that people love your accessories. remember when you told us you were from ohio? that's why they love your accessories. so shut up about yves st. laurent and please, please, please get "auf"ed in the next 2 episodes...because i can't take you any more. i really can't. but before you go, you should get laura and michael flowers or champagne or something because honey, they saved your skinny midwestern ass last night....