When most people think about New York Fashion Week, they think of models, runways and cutting edge styles. For me, Fashion Week is a reminder of my most embarrassing moment that happened right on the runway.
First off, let me say that I have loved fashion ever since I was a little girl. I had a closet full of Barbie dolls and spent hours changing their clothes and dressing their hair to match. Now I’m proud to be a fashion collector and I’ve got a closet full of clothes, shoes and handbags to prove it!
So when I had a chance last year to attend New York Fashion Week, I was thrilled. And when the show organizers asked me to move from my third row seat into the front row, I jumped at the opportunity. To get to my new seat, I had to walk a short distance on the actual runway. As a former model, that wasn’t a problem for me, even though most of the attendees were in their seats waiting for the show to start.
Of course, I was dressed in my designer best right down to my favorite high heeled shoes – also not a problem since I spend most of my time in heels.
I stepped confidently onto the runway and headed for my new seat, then suddenly found myself flat on my face on the floor! I couldn’t understand it! What happened? Did I catch my heel? Did I miss a step? I couldn’t imagine what had gone wrong! Why was I lying on the runway in front of all those people!
I was completely humiliated and the only thing I could think to do was get up and keep going. So I did. I made it to my seat and the show got underway. I don’t think I saw much of the first part because I was still trying to figure out what had happened! But I’ll never forget looking across the runway to see model Molly Sims mouthing the words, “Are you okay?” She was so sweet!
After the show, a man appeared at my side to make sure I was all right. He confessed that he had not seen me step onto the runway. It was time for the show to start so he had pulled the protective plastic that covered the runway right out from under my feet! I can’t tell you how grateful I was that he confessed to me. Otherwise I’d still be wondering how I could have been so clumsy!