Fellow Trash Talkers Unite! Take back the Night! And what a night it was, despite the trashy talk that's going 'round this morning's papers. Last night I went to the Broadway opening of "The Addams Family". I was lucky enough to be invited by one of the stars, my dear dear friend Kevin Chamberlin (she said in her best Liza voice). Seriously folks, KC was amazing, and (no bias) the best thing in the show. Period. The theatre was packed to the gills with the requisite glitterati and it was fun knowing I could spit on Barbara Walters perfectly coiffed head at any time if I wanted to. Her face looks...interesting; kinda like it does on her TV show where she does in-depth interviews with the stars? You know, all fuzzy? Hmmmm. Gonna have to mull that one over (as if I could erase it from my brain if I wanted to). Who else did we see? Lots and lots of people. OH! Chris March from Season whatever of Project Runway was there. At the after party we pounced, shouting "We love you! We loved your...hair dress!" He was shy and even though he was alone, kinda seemed like he didn't want to talk to us. "Us? But we're with one of the stars! He's there! At our table! See? Over there! Who the 'F' are you anyway? We hate you! That hair dress was weird! Morticia wouldn't even wear that hair dress!" Actually, she probably would. It was very It. As in, It? 'Member? From the show? The show the Musical was based on? OK. I refuse to say anything more about "The Addams Family", Trashionistas OK? So don't push me. It was fun. I had fun. Chris March is still cool as hell in my book. Kevin was brilliant. So there it is.
Speaking of fun and brilliant, the BEST trashy thrifty findy-finds spot in all of Manhattan, happens to be a block from my house (not disclosing the exact location for fear it will be descended upon by stylists...too late). They had their monthly rummage sale today. Love sifting through bed-bug infested rags, despite the risk, I JUST LOVE IT! Always come home with something fresh. Today was no exception: One Oscar De La Renta 80's fitted blazer, a cute blue shift dress with polka squares (!), and a boys 70's western shirt replete with fine gold threads woven throughout...sigh. Good stuff, recycling.
Which brings me to the utmost in recycling: our girl Buttercup. You know, sometimes I can't help but be kinda glad that people throw their pets away. Don't get me wrong, it's traumatic as hell for the animals, and strays don't always make it out of the city shelter alive, which is devastating. But when they do, particularly when they end up in the care of a rescue group, who vets their potential adopters to within an inch of their lives, things get better for them. They end up in a better place, re-purposed, re-upped, re-cycled, re-trained, re-loved, and re-homed, Holmes. And that's just what happened to darling Buttercup. She's been adopted by that great family, and although we'll be sad to see her go, we're so happy for the new parents! Special thanks to all who shepherded her along, and special special thanks to Pete and Baby Bruno for opening their home and hearts one more time...we heart you Buttercup. We always will. XOXOO
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