My husband has no desire to work with me. He gets paid a lot of money to write giant movies. He's not into humoring me with my projects.

I'm somebody who doesn't work with a stylist. I'll be honest with you, I'm a mom and it's just not something I want to put money toward because it's expensive to have somebody who helps dress you and I feel like I have to pay for preschool and so many things so I don't have a stylist.

Writing is difficult. It's a time commitment, it's labor and I'd have to get myself to sit down and actually do the work and outline.

I would never be on a reality show.

From time to time I think I made some errors in judgment, but I have some really fashionable friends and I feel I've cultivated my own sense of style and what I feel comfortable with over the years.

I have to make a dress out of recycled materials for my kid's preschool 'Project Runway' - like assignment. I'm currently fusing plastic bags.

I had a baby with no pain medicine, mainly because most people I talked to didn't think I'd be able to do it. So there!