One Rayder? And two or three? Look like them? Even though a River Falls product, or products, as just down the road, we’re close enough to their initial headquarters. People and patrons have been down that road, sorta with who they see, lately and locally. River Falls has started a runway for — well-deserved and this is part of that — recognition that’s spread way beyond regionally, modelingwise. And great for that, and all of them. Do you look the part(ed hair)?

There, there, are Rayders everywhere, up the street, around the square. Bringing it back home, in the area and worldwide. California-side.
Even though the one-of-a-kind toppest model of the three sisters in the industry, Heidi Rayder — although at one point arguably the tops of the top supermodels in the world and hows that for life under the big top — has been well rooted in the antithesis of her hometown River Falls, then the California scene, for more than a decade or two. It 2001, she was fully “it.” The Times as in New York declared her so.
She as the older sister and the younger two still have sorta lookalikes around the area, despite the fact that you’d think such historic beauty would be hard to come by, or stumble onto, but you see such lookalikes or nearly so from NR to RF. But they have one look in common all about them, a sporty appeal like Heidi’s fave as in those Red Sox, not in this case five-inch heels, in both dress and appearance.

— A friend from River Falls said his kids knew, as in going to school, with not just Heidi but all three Rayder sisters. He said this as a combo of, to his children, go get ’em boys and they’re just the Rayder girls next-door. It could be summed up, this message of his, in this song by the late Tom Petty, “she grew up tall and she grew up right, with those Indiana boys on those Indiana nights.” —

This series started back at the ol’ Village Inn in northernly North Hudson when I saw three women who could have been that whole family trio prancing in and going to the nearest bar-rail. Not four or two. Five would be contrived.
But there would be single coulda been Rayders aplenty encountered in not just singles bars across the land, since just before the pandemic.
For those of you living in a cave, and not The Cave Inn in nearby Roberts close to River Falls, Heidi especially rose to stardom in the early 2000s, drawing accolades for a few years as a top supermodel, and at the time George Bush came to power was arguably the leading lady in her field, in the world, period. Holding court more than once in venues such as Victoria’s Secret and the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. Her sisters soon followed suit in modeling, to a somewhat lesser degree.
The latest sighting of someone who looked like a twin — or quadruplate — at Dick’s Bar in Hudson, was still this spring and marked by someone sporting a short skirt and tennies, the latter of which would have fit in perfectly at Heidi’s old haunt Emma’s in River Falls. But that’s nowadays skirting the issue. And then a siting just the other day, much the same in attire, save what’s on the feet and lower legs.
The winter before the last one, there was a hot woman who held Heidi-like looks dining with a guy friend in New Richmond — those who resemble her get around — and true to form she was eating very healthy, ordering a salad in a place where it’s mostly bar food. Lite beer too. But Flea of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, again fitting except for the food, has not been seen, although he has been a beau of Heidi’s.
Prior to that, there were several other examples that were much akin.
However, how many other celebs look like you, yes you. I enter in Taylor. As in Swift. You too can be a Swiftie. Or Swifty. Why?
My niece, while we were all on holiday and all at the table, was said to be someone to behold like Taylor, so here we go yet again. Add those (runway revered) ruby red lips, as you could say runs through the family, her patients told this PA, and you might as well be being treated by Dr. Swift. Surge in urgent care? It became moreso when she got just the right bang-crop.
Likewise was a librarian friend, I noted to her, and she wasn’t in disagreement. The height if anything, was even a bit more.
Why so many and skinny akin? Tall? Well that’s not unusual. Long bold hair? More too. Want to be dating celeb Kelse? Who wouldn’t. Be tight with a tight end. Hit the runway rather than get hit in the running game.
But it has been said, too, people want to look like her. But maybe they just do? Everyone has a doppleganger. Or another duo.
Being bleach blonde is not difficult. But is OK, regardless.
And also marketable, as well.

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