An unlikely title to ever be linked to my name however I did indeed manage this and have witnesses last night.
I had been invited by the lovely Jenna to an event represented by Denise Weaver launching the boutique ‘Curate Couture’ on 11973 San Vincente which stocks contemporary and vintage fancifuls from Marni, Chanel, Jimmy Choo, Prada etc.
We arrived fashionably late due to me only taking note of the street address and not the cross streets. The streets in L.A. go for days. Jenna having no navigation and me getting confused between Brentwood and Westwood...it happens.
I had dressed in tribute to Minnie Mouse doing French fashion week and in true Parisian style headed straight for a glass of champagne. I bumped into the lovely Nina and Lori from Smashbox who were providing goodies for the opening. I wandered in and found the most amazing selection of desirables and even went as far as trying the most beautiful cream coat on. It was perfect and at $440 a snip, I could have sold this in London with an extra 0 on the end. There was also a fantastic black velvet dress with pearls and diamante embroidery and a wonderful white sating frill...AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They took deposits…the torture….I mean what is a measly $85 ??? I have lost more in a taxi. The show must go on..the show must go on…Damn that fashion show budget. I could cut down on the balloons. Hmmm, let me think...cut some chairs out…er, hang on a minute...I have not even got the budget together for any of that yet…well then maybe take it out the rent...
Mother Theresa Julia took over and declared it would be wrong of me to friviously spend money on something I did not really need (I do, I do!!!) when people were volunteering their time for free, I took down the codes and prices and have now entered it my wish list of reward goodies.
In this very same evening I drank only one glass of champagne at the party, said no to a tequila shot at the bar, said no to the fancy restaurant after that, said no to Bardot’s 1 year anniversary and decided it was wise to settle for an early night as I had an early start the next day.
Somehow, between leaving the restaurant, walking to my escorts car (we are still interviewing) we managed to end up in a hotel room at The Roosevelt with a bottle of Belvedere and Patron watching synchronized swimmers and I manage to break some poor girl's camera with the mere flick of my wrist. How exactly did that happen? I was doing so well...I am getting frightfully good on 2 hours sleep…I feel the wall is heading or rather, hurtling towards me…
Have to dash…another soiree this evening with Mr. Blodwell for GenLux magazine.
