Project Runway. . .

I’m trying to figure out what’s up with Project Runway this season. Why is it that we’re this far into the competition and I haven’t picked a favorite yet? By this time last season I’d already decided that Christian Siriano could do no wrong. And I was a big fan early on of Austin Scarlett during Season . . . whatever it was.

I’m seeing designs I like . . . but not a designer *I love* (if that makes sense). I’ve liked designs from several of the remaining designers, but I can’t pick a favorite because there’s not a designer with that “niche” that totally blows me away.

I loved Austin and Christian because they had that dramatic, romantic flair about them—and a lot of their designs were inspired by period pieces (I love me some historic fashion—would totally be into corsets and plumes if I didn’t appreciate denim so much.)

Still, I don’t have a favorite designer—I haven’t picked someone who has to win or I’ll Just Die (not yet, anyway). Truth be told, I’m kinda tired of Suede addressing himself in the third person (partially glad to see him go), and Kenley is so freakin’ adorable, but every time she opens her mouth I want to smack something. There’s confidence and cockiness, and she’s borderline, in my opinion. Stella was absolutely hilarious—I can’t tell you how many times me and that guy I’m sorta married to but not allowed to talk about online talked about her and her “leatha,” though she was never a “favorite.”

Anyway, I don’t think Jerrell should have won with his design this week. I’ve liked some of the dresses he’s made before—but not necessarily this one. Actually, I was really digging Joe’s design. (Oh, if I had money to kill and guts to spare, what I wouldn’t do with that dress.)

So, I’m wondering where we’re going next week. I’m kind of concerned that it will come down to the final three, and I’m not going to be pulling for any one designer. Maybe I should go ahead and jump on Joe’s bandwagon? I’m not sure. I guess I’ll wait and see. I will say that I’ve loved at least one design for each of the remaining designers, so at this point they all have potential to come out on top in my book.

There’s just not one, particular designer with the “it” factor working for me, yet.

(Glad to see a glimpse of Christian . . . He’s so freakin’ Fierce!)

Love,
Leigh

Westside Books is in Publisher’s Weekly!!!

Thank you Janet for sending me this link!!

Our publisher just got a write-up in Publisher's Weekly . . . and Leigh Brescia was mentioned.

OMG that's ME!!!!

http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/CA6592724.html?nid=2788

Olympics Edition!

In light of the fact that the Olympics are taking place, I thought I would take time out to comment, even though I *do* have a class I’m supposed to be teaching, and a WIP (work in Progress that, at this particular moment, I’m extremely excited about) to say three things:

1. To China: I don’t usually get political on this blog (too many opinions, and I like to keep it light), but I think you guys are so borderline. In addition to your communist dictatorship and the oppression of your people (including rampant propaganda and lack of free speech) the fact that you’ve shown viewers fake fireworks and changed out a little girl in the opening ceremony because she was “not cute enough” is just pathetic. There’s no reason anyone should be suffocating under your cloud of ridiculous smog, and, in my opinion, no one should’ve invited you to host the Olympics.

Which leads me to:

2) To the little girls on the Chinese gymnastics team: Go home. We all know that there is no possible way that some of you are 16 years old. I hope that, when we get our people out safely so we don’t have to worry about your tyrannical prison camps, someone challenges your performance and takes back that gold medal you had to cheat to win.

(Which leads me to thank God I’m not living in China, because I’d be thrown in said prison camp for saying that.)

And finally:

3) To Michael Phelps: You’re a freakin’ fish. I’m not so sure I could handle your 12,000 calorie a day eating regimen because I don’t really like to cook, but hey, I love you just the same.

Have a great weekend!

Love,
Leigh

My legs are on fire.

Today . . . we went to the beach! I’m so glad . . . I think it’s been a year since I’ve seen the ocean, and, for someone who LIVES and BREATHES water . . . that’s just . . . too long.

So, we packed up and spent about two and a half hours today playing at the beach. We had a great time! The tide was going out, so we found tons of awesome seashells. I even found a sand dollar (!!) which is nothing short of amazing since I’m usually bringing home fairly homely, half-broken shells just to say I found something.

Now that I’ve rinsed off the sand and settled down, I’ve discovered my legs are on fire. That’s because they’re burnt. Yeah, I know. I lathered on the sunscreen as quickly as possible, which wasn’t quickly enough for my now three year old baby girl, who just . . . couldn’t wait another minute to jump in the surf.

The saddest thing is that the sunburn is interspersed with tanned fingerprints on the backs of my legs, where it’s obvious I attempted to lotion, but just didn’t quite make it. I’ve hit the aloe, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.

Worth it though! The ocean is *always* worth it.

Love,
~Leigh~

I saw the sweetest thing today….

We were at the gas station (I know, it hurts to even mention the word “gas” lately) when a girl pulled up beside us in a Jeep Wrangler. A few seconds later a guy in a truck whipped into the space beside her and got out to help her pump gas. When they finished they stood behind her car for a few moments—he looked like he was giving her directions.

Then . . . they hugged each other. They didn’t care that they were on one of the busiest streets in town, and that hundreds of cars were driving by, and that people were watching them. They just hugged like it was the last time they would ever see each other—like they were the only ones who mattered.

I tried not to stare, but it was So Freakin’ Sweet. Even baby girl in the backseat said: “Aww, they’re hugging,” so she feels me.

The guy gave the girl a quick kiss, and then they both got in their respective cars. The girl pulled out of the gas station one way, and the guy went the other . . . but I saw him put his hand out the window and wiggle his fingers—waving goodbye to her as she drove away.

(Sigh.) I’m a hopeless romantic. (And apparently so is baby girl!) It’s why there’s always a love interest in my stories. I love potential—and new romances. I remembered why today. I personally witnessed the stuff good movies (and books!) are made of.

I’m sure this event will somehow work its way into one of my future manuscripts. It’s too good to forget. (Hopefully I’ll do it better justice there, because the moment was *that* great.)

Have an awesome week! (And go hug someone you love like there’s no tomorrow!)

Love,
Leigh