Ok, wow.
Someone should trace Jeffrey's neck tattoo with a razor blade. How DARE he treat someone's adorable, sweet, Midwestern mother that way? And could he make his ire, distaste, and hatred for large women MORE obvious? ALL he did was bitch about how "Nothing has ever prepared him to design anything for a woman this size" and "What am I supposed to do with a woman this big?". He and Heidi K. should go have a fat-hating baby somewhere. God, I hate him.
Ok, Vincent. Yay. He...won. He SHOULD have won....a small award for FINALLY designing a piece of clothing that actually looks like a piece of clothing. To be worn. By people.
Did he deserve to win? Hell no. Uli made Miss Thing look fanTAStic. That top was FLAWLESS...the construction was absolutely spot-on, the choice of print, once again, was BRILL.
But Robert, dear, dear, poor, dull, one-trick-pony, Barbie-dressing Robert.
A black smock with a monochromatic poncho? On an enormous short woman? Darling. Darling, darling, darling...I won't even bother asking "what were you thinking", because obviously, HE WASN'T.
I think he WANTED to go home. I really think he was over it, bored, and has been for some time. That's the only explanation I can come up with for his boring, lackluster, Mervyn's-clearance-sale crap these last few weeks. Bye, Robbie, loved your biceps, hated your voice.
Kayne. Honey. WHY? You made MISS AMERICA'S gown, but you can't design a simple cute outfit for a normal woman? Oy. Another one-tricker. Bye. Go home. Glad you lost 110 pounds, wish you were capable of designing outside the sequin box.
I don't have time to get to everyone else, but they mostly didn't suck. Even Angela's, *I* didn't think was horrid. The fringe? Eh. Not a good idea on a 399 year old redhead, but at least the bitch WORKED IT LIKE IT WAS HER JOB.
If Jeffrey's crackhead-lookin' ass is not gone soon, I am going to take a taxi to Bravo's offices and force them all to listen to Florence Foster Jenkins. All day.
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.