What Becomes a Legend Most

I remember those iconic Blackgama fur ads, before fur fell out of favor. It was exciting to see which star they chose for the black and white photo, wrapped up in a fur coat. I didn’t know about fur; I just liked the glam ladies. They weren’t being trendy, they were old school. I would gaze at them with saucer eyes.

My day-to-day legend is my two-year-old Rex.  He can put something on that is boy-like or that is more usually suited for a female. He could stand naked and yell “poo poo”.  He always looks good to me. I’m just not good at judging him. Except when he bit my thigh on Saturday. I was pretty upset about that. But I digress.  Once you fall in love with a child’s sweet, open face, the airbrushed, faraway look of a star seems less intriguing.

Also, I’m so far now from having those pictures be aspirational as I truck along in my clown shoes that they have lost a lot of meaning.

Headbands

The irony here is that I critique fashion on my TV show and in Star magazine. What works when people play dress up and are thin or have stylist is not hard. But to achieve a nice look when you still have a spare tire from childbirth and are in Momcognito, now that’s harder.

Further irony, I’m shortly going to help the gal who won the Momversation makeover pick out her winnings at Target. Those who can’t do teach…