First, quick fashion note:
I found the Louboutin shoes I have been coveting and had mentioned in my previous WEAR blog. They’re available on-line at Bergdorf Goodman.
Take a peek:
http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod45940144&eItemId=prod459401/
Hot-cha-cha-cha! But not worth $1,045.
I’m still after Signore Moschino to send me his houndstooth rosette pumps. We’ll see… If those aren’t available, I thought about hitting him up for the black leather coat I saw in the new issue of More magazine (Sept. 2009, page 49). Except it’s $2,230. Who buys this stuff?
Speaking of More, the actress Bebe Neuwirth is in the magazine—modeling some cool clothes, including a short silk shirtwaist dress.
Great legs, great color, IMO: http://www.more.com/2049/7874-bebe-neuwirth-on-dancing–marriage
I’ve always liked Bebe (besides her stint as Lilith on “Cheers” and “Fraiser”) ever since she borrowed my hairbrush in the ladies’ restroom at the Pasadena Civic Auditorium. The occasion was the Emmy Awards in 1991. The only reason I was there was as a “seat filler.” When the Hollywood celebs leave their seats, regular people are sent (by production assistants) to sit in them until they return. The idea being that filled up seats look better on TV than empty ones. The only qualifications necessary for this job were that you had to be wearing a fancy dress and you had to look OK on TV.
I can’t remember whom I replaced, but I was sent to sit in the third row, stage left, aisle seat. Directly across the aisle was Candice Bergen. This was during her “Murphy Brown” years. I could not take my eyes off her she was so gorgeous. I think she must have felt my stare boring into her head, as every once in awhile she would look my way—and smile. Such class. She didn’t win for Best Actress in a comedy. Kirstie Alley won. Candice has won plenty of Emmys. I’m sure she didn’t go home and cry. But kinda funny when I read Patti Davis’s book about mothers that I related to the Candice story. Of course, we’re old friends.
When I finally got the boot out of my seat, I headed to the bathroom. That’s where I ran into Bebe. My first impression: her body size. She’s what we used to call: “big as a minute.” She was petite and beautiful. I hope I didn’t stare at her, too. Yeesh. She was standing at the mirror fussing with her make-up. That’s when she asked to borrow my hairbrush. I said sure and whipped it out of my purse. (Thank Gawd it was clean.)
Then I headed into a stall. Bebe waited until I came out to hand the brush back to me and thank me. As she left, Sharon Gless breezed in. She was bubbly and friendly. (Side note: Isn’t she terrific in “Burn Notice?”) When she left, one of the ultra-thin actresses from “Twin Peaks” came in. Flighty and not so friendly. (No hairbrush for you!)
I never went back to my seat-filling job. It was too exciting hanging out in the ladies’ room. You can check the line-up of female TV stars from that year, and almost all of them popped into the bathroom at least once. I was ready with a brush, hair spray, compact, Dr. Pepper lip gloss, Tic-Tacs. (I subscribe to the well-stocked big-purse philosophy. You never know when you are going to be stranded on a desert island. How glad will you be then that you packed an extra peanut butter sandwich?)
At the end of the show I met up with my girlfriend Brenda (whose idea this whole adventure was). She asked where I had been all night. I told her I was in the bathroom. Brenda was shown on TV. But I had the most fun. And BTW, Bebe won the Emmy that year.
From this one-time starry-eyed experience, I learned that celebrities are the same as you and I. They worry about their looks like the rest of us. They get excited over getting awards. They pee the same. The only difference is that they have a high-profile job. But that doesn’t mean that their job is more valuable to the world than ours.
Lastly, in the article in More, Bebe says, “I think we get more conscious as we get older.” How very FW-ish. Of course, we’re old friends.
