Listen. When you have a rockin’ outfit that you pulled out of your ass – and are thoroughly impressed with yourself and more over it makes you feel amazing and fabulous, there is nothing wrong with wearing it the next day. It’s like a great date that you don’t want to end – after the dinner and movie, don’t let it end, have a night cap. But keep in mind there are absolutely rules to pulling this maneuver. For one, you cannot and I repeat cannot see, run into, or hang out with anyone who saw you from the day before, unless it’s your best friend and she (or he) already knows how mental you are and won’t judge. Secondly, and it may seem obvious to you, only allow pics in the second day – because god forbid – you go to a dashing party the night before – there are forty party pics slapped all over Facebook of you – and then you have the balls to wear the same outfit the next day – and one of your friends gets trigger happy with with phone cam. Forget it. No pics the first day – and if there are – you are NOT ALLOWED, I repeat NOT ALLOWED to wear the same outfit the next day. Otherwise you are seriously treading fashion faux pas water.
I lead by example! The the dreadful two days I wore the same bloody outfit!
first photo is paparazzi photo at La Pain Quotidian on Melrose, West Hollywood
The second photo and next day – I was the Guest of Honor along with Fab 10 friend Samantha Gudstat at the opening party of a private club in South Dakota.
Major fashion faux pas!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was invited to my dear and very fabulous friend Tara Hunnywell’s 29th B-day party, Hollywood Socialite and all around 10 on a scale from 1 to Fab (by the way you get 10 years to be 29 in LA, and then you turn 32, FYI). It was a pool side cocktail party at The Avalon Hotel in Beverly Hills (adjacent) and I must say – I totally forgot all about this boutique hotel! What a smart move for a quaint and impromptu birthday party. Free street parking, little couch pods by the modest size pool, retro blue and white decor, attentive staff. The Avalon is definitely back on my list for places to meet if you have to compromise between meeting on the West Side and meeting in Hollywood – especially for an early rendez-vous cocktail because gawd bless them they are located on my favorite street to cut across town on the worst of LA traffic days, 9400 Olympic Blvd. Anyway, I digress, so I had to figure out a quick and fab outfit to wear – to both this event and then scoot back to the Valley for my stand up Comedy Show at Flappers Comedy Club – and once again I gave myself 8 minutes to pull it together. One day I’ll get better with time. So I slick backed my otherwise growing out Brazilian blow out, (stay tuned for my blog on the cheapest and best place for Brazilian blow outs in Hollywood) threw on my off the shoulder long grey dress that I purchased in hell for $9.99 at Fallas in Van Nuys, tossed on my fuschia pink scarf $6.99 with matching thick pink bracelet $5.99 I got both at Forever 21 in The Sherman Oaks Mall, slipped on my favorite Steve Madden fuchsia mega heals (last season at Macy’s in Burbank) I think I paid $79.00 (thank you Macy’s card) and topped it off with Impassioned Mac lip stick AMAZING color but only for the brave. I sipped my 8 dollar double, americano, chatted with the finest of Tara’s friends and then was off like a prom dress to the valley for my show.
And when I got home, I tossed my pink accessories onto my white shag throw carpet (Craig’s list $40)
I was off to a late start. Just couldn’t get it together this morning, and when I say morning I mean noon. I don’t know where the morning goes to sometimes (Palm Springs I hope) but I had to be in The Valley by 1:00 pm and interview 50 potential peops on camera for yet another reality show I’m making except this one is on roommates who suck. I looked at the clock and realized – I only have 15 minutes to whip it together. Not even time to take a shower – (relax, it happens sometimes, and yes it’s incredibly taboo for Americans to not shower at least once a day but most parts of the world missing a shower ain’t no biggie – hello, The French let’s not forget they created Chanel #5 and the bidet, need I say more ) but my hair needed a cleaning – so I used a trick that my friend Joy Somers taught me, years ago when she was my roommate, who also, by the way, was a master at putting eyeliner in the car and proudly kept a handy economy size bottle of Aqua Net Hair Spray in the passenger seat of her car and was never apologetic about her die hard love for that shitty bottle of ozone killing hair spray (gawd bless her) and by the by – her hair did always look fabulous even to this day so let that be a lesson to all of us who snub out on a $60 bottle of Alterna Hairspay made from truffles. But back to the quickie bang Somers technique – you lean forward in the sink – wet ONLY your bangs – smather in a dollop of shampoo – lather it up – wash it out – and use a round brush and blow it. The whole dirty deed takes less than 5 !minutes – brush out the nest I mean rest – stick in a low tale, then- blam! You got a decent doo for one more day!
Who knew that this past Saturday would begin with shooting our new reality show about bitchy yoga chicks in LA with my red-headed Scottish pal and comedy partner in crime – wearing fuscia pumps with matching scarves, sun bathing on a yoga mat in front of a blue Prius in West Hollywood, behind a Thai Restaurant and end in a retro photo shoot in a Betty Page inspired apartment in downtown LA on a leopard couch wearing red lingerie purchased from Fallas the cheapest (and best kept secret ladies) for the latest in lingerie fashion for under $5 bucks. Warning: must wear at least Steve Madden level heals to counter balance horrible cheap lingerie fabric to still remain looking fabulous, and lingerie has expiration date of roughly 2 and half dates (still cheaper than doing laundry!)