I was getting ready to head out to the opening night of the Santa Barbara International Film Festival. Red carpet entrance? Check. Great seats for the film? Check. VIP tickets to the Premiere After Party? Cheeeeeck. A glamorous night deserves a glamorous outfit. I threw on a dress from the 1940s, some of my late grandmother’s diamonds, my other late grandmother’s white leather gloves, and a mink stole gifted to me on my birthday by Phyllis Diller (we share the same birthday… just not the same birth year). I finished it off with a coat of matte red lipstick and some strong perfume. I felt like Jayne Mansfield. But taller. And not as blonde. And wearing clothes.
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