Flaky Inspiration

There's only one reality TV show I watch religiously: Project Runway on Bravo TV. I excitedly told my husband that Season Five started last night, and he rolled his eyes and told me he's going to play on our new computer. That's fine, I'd rather watch the show by myself than hear him comment about how unbelievably flaky these people are.
He's right--these people are huge, pretentious flakes. One of the judges, ELLE editor Nina Garcia, is so stuffy. Nina recently wrote a book The Little Black Book of Style, which regurgitates basic fashion do's and don'ts, like "own a trench coat," and "you can't go wrong with a little black dress." Well, Duh. You'd think one of the editors of ELLE, who is exposed to all the latest designs, could come up with something better than that.
Designer Michael Kors isn't much better, either. His tailored, neutral clothes, which start at $500, are snapped up by the so-called "Palm Springs Bitches," his loyal clientele. I guess this makes him fashion royalty, since he loves to act like a king on the show and make the contestants wince from his scathing comments.
It doesn't make sense to watch a show in which you can't stand the protagonists. But my deepest sense of shame from being a loyal viewer comes from the models. By watching these tall, thin women parade around, I'm passively conceding that this is the ideal body type. I'd have to develop an eating disorder to get that thin.
Now that I have completely dissed the show, you may be wondering why I watch it. One reason--the clothes. I don't care who wins the $100,000, I just like watching the process these folks go through to make clothes. I think it's amazing these people can take a bolt of cloth and turn it into a beautiful dress, jacket or shirt, etc. As a DIYer, I've tried sewing my own clothes, and I have to tell you--IT'S HARD. I made a pj set one time with a pattern, and it looks like I made it. I wouldn't have a clue how to make an outfit from a sketch, and custom fit it on a model in less than a day.
I really admire the combination of skill and creativity it takes to be fashion designer. Maybe someday, instead of sitting on my duff and watching these flakes make clothes, I'll dig out my sewing machine from under the bins of yarn and try once again to make my own.