Wednesday, October 9, 2013


I am sitting at my computer in my oh, so seductive sleepwear (panties & ratty tee shirt) typing this, but I wasn’t always the fashion maven that I am today.  In the early 70’s Bud had a client, Joe, who was a member of the Friars Club.  We had three little kids & not much money.  Following are two “fashion” stories that took place in Joe’s apartment.

The first time I met Joe was when he invited us to a cocktail party at his apartment.  I had no idea of what was appropriate to wear.  I knew there would be several other couples there that I had not met.  We were to go out to dinner or somewhere afterwards--I don’t remember where.  I bought a suit & hoped I would fit in.  When we walked in, I immediately felt comfortable.  Joe was very gracious & I loved his apartment.  To give you an idea of what it was like, Joe had a wet bar.  On the wall behind the bar was a sconce of a gold-colored angel with her arms outstretched.  Hanging from one of her arms was an Italian salami.  I knew I was properly dressed when another couple arrived & the woman was wearing the exact same suit as I was, but in a different color!

On another occasion, Joe had purchased a table for a Friars Club roast & had invited us.  He did that many times, but this time it was formal.  I didn’t own anything that was remotely formal, so I had to go & buy something.  I found a beautifully simple floor length, hot pink, raw silk dress that I fell in love with.  The only problem was that even though it was on sale it cost $100.00!!  (Remember this was in the 70's.)  My wedding dress probably didn’t even cost that much.  (My family never spent a lot on clothes--I was taught to look in the bargain basement first whenever I went shopping.)  I called Bud & he said to go ahead & buy it, which I did--but now I needed shoes & a purse.  I didn’t want to spend much, so I went to Kinney’s--which is probably equivalent to today’s Payless--& found silver glitter shoes & a clutch bag for under $10.00.  At the cocktail party at Joe’s before the roast, a guest told me she really liked my shoes & asked where I got them.  I burst out laughing & said, “I’d be happy to tell you, but only after you compliment me on my dress!!”

This is pretty much what my dress & shoes looked like
except my shoes were much more sparkly:

We went to visit our daughter, Nameless, while she was living in Italy.  She gave me a gift of a handbag with this logo printed all over it.
Fashion maven that I am, I had never heard of Fendi.  She asked me if I knew what the interlocking "F" logo meant.  I replied, "Obviously, Fran Fischer!"  She said, "No--fake Fendi."  It was a MUCH better imitation of a brand name purse than this:

This is an old post I wrote about my “mink” coat:


We have a friend, Theo, in Texas who used to be an accountant for an oil company.  He wasn’t wealthy, but his job gave him access to a private plane & pilot.  He invited Bud & me to join him & his wife, Lynn, on a trip to the Grand Old Opry to celebrate his 50th birthday.  He sent out the plane to pick us up in Los Angeles.  (Flying in a private plane is lovely.  It should be on everyone’s bucket list.  I love when the pilot carries my luggage to the plane & asks when we would like to take off!)

We spent a few days in their home & then it was off to Nashville.  I was his “official” photographer & took lots of pictures of the birthday boy with the performers.  Everyone was “down home” & friendly.  It was a blast!  We then had OUR pilot fly us to New Orleans for more fun & lots of great food.  A few days there & it was time to go home.  On the private plane, of course.

We had such a marvelous time, a really nice thank you gift was in order.  I had taken my full length “mink” coat on the trip with me.  Even though this was before the days of PETA, it was not a real fur.  It was a man-made mink that looked exactly like a real one.  (Another friend had a real mink in the same color.  I put mine next to hers & you couldn’t tell where one stopped & the other started.  The color & texture were identical.) Theo had insisted on no gifts, but Lynn loved my coat so we decided to send one to her, with his permission.  He kept it a secret from his wife.

Her cleaning woman was at her house when United Parcel rang the bell.  She told Lynn that there was a package for her.  When Lynn saw who had sent it, she told the cleaning woman that she knew that it would be something nice & to sit down & watch while she opened it.  Lynn said her cleaning woman’s face almost hit the floor when she pulled out a full length mink coat!  The woman asked her why we had sent it.  She told her we were very nice people & that we sent it because we knew she would like it--& that it was a “hostess” thank you present.  Lynn told us that the last thing she heard her cleaning woman say as she left the room was, “I wish I knew me some crazy rich people in California!”

Excuse me while I slip into something a little more comfortable----fishducky