Fashion Roadkill (Part 1 of 2) In the fashion world, you listen to Anna Wintour, not Mother Nature. Winter is Fall and Fall is next year. Spring is Cruise and Summer is Couture. As I took the runway for my first New York Fashion Week, I started thinking about courage. Sometimes you have to fake it. You have to strut like a leopard even though you feel like scaredy cat. After all, it was too late to say No now. Maybe courage is like a pair of sparkly underwear: bold, beautiful, but usually covered up. Hidden within because showing your sparkle can be scary. I couldn’t help but wonder: How often did our fear of heights stop us from strapping on life's Monolos? Were we so afraid to fall that we didn’t even step on the runway?
Fashion Roadkill (Part 2 of 2): It was a *fall* collection no one would forget. As I looked up at the downtown crowd, I started thinking about life. Some say life is a highway. I say it's a runway. And the only thing worse than being fashion roadkill is being too chicken to cross the road. Maybe true courage is being afraid to fall—but stepping on the runway, anyway. After all, sometimes you're the Klum and sometimes you're the klutz, but in the end, it’s better to strut and fall than never to have strut at all. And maybe our stumbles really do make us stronger, and your dreams are waiting for you just on the other side of fear. #CarrieDragshaw