On our way to the show...
Now how cute is that "Marni" bag....fake Marni bag. Not that I have any idea at all what a Marni bag is...other than it's freaking cute!
This is what they couldn't get enough of! We didn't even realize that we sort of matched - but it was all eye's on the Gar...My mom thinks it’s ridiculous that I think people think I’m famous. I seriously do.
I know…I know… I’m sure it has some subconscious connotation having to do with my life long fantasies that continue to keep me awake at night - of being:
*An Oscar winner – obviously in a comedic yet dramatic role…no nudity (wouldn’t that kill the Oscar! Oh shiz…now that would be some funny stuff. – Actually maybe I could do that and have Lindsey be my body double! Even funnier!) (But actually- I think the coolest role would be one where I HAD to get really really fat and eat anything and everything and then when I was done filming I got an amazing personal trainer to create a slimmed down miracle!...Linds – you could be my body double on that one too! No preparation required for you!!!!)
*Bestselling Author writing a book about my Mammie and how classic( /amazing ) she is. (I mean who wouldn’t want to read about a woman that raised 12 kids, looks like a million bucks, and called her kid a “little twat” innocently not thinking it was inappropriate.)
*The missionary that helped convert Oprah who therefore converts the world! (You should see the letter I wrote her about just that, when I was like 17! Classic!) -Or-
* A TV personality…just being me doing whatever they want me to do. (Obviously with Lindsey…as we’re kind of the perfect pair!)
(Believe me I know it all sounds pretty self absorbed. But let’s be honest – like we haven’t all thought these sorts of things. I’m just willing to publicly and proudly proclaim it!)
Sometimes I’ll just be walking along and it’s as if this group of people will just blatantly stare at me. It use to make me uncomfortable, as if perhaps I had something in my teeth (have you ever noticed I ALWAYS have to check my teeth after a meal?), or my dress was caught up in my underwear, (and yes walking back to my seat in sacrament meeting…it has happened before. Therefore I can’t leave a restroom without checking out my backside). But now I just deal with the attention. I’ll lean over and whisper to my mom, “Look Mom, I think they think I’m famous or something.” She’ll shake her head and walk on by my spectators- laughing.
WELL this time it wasn’t me they were staring at. With Gary’s new haircut…or should I say his new sick-cut…his eye poppin’ red shoes and socks paired with his ‘Gary Samuelian’ designed shorts, and his ‘make me look smart’ glasses – he was all the rage. I was literally amazed at the looks from toe to head and back again that were making spectators stop dead in their tracks. Cameras were brought out and pictures were taken. We were cracking up at it all. Not to mention we were in the surroundings of plenty of people in the fashion industry that you would assume had seen an eccentric dresser before. Yeah…I’m guessing Gary was a first for all of them. When we would go into a booth looking at their different textiles and such, we would eventually get to telling them that Gary Samuelian was in fact the actual designer of “Gary Samuelian” they would say, “Oh you look like the designer….You fashion man..yes?!” It kept us entertained all day. Although Gary will be slow to admit it, he even started posing for some candid shots that obvious passerby’s were taking. “Work! Work!” I’d whisper my support from booth to booth. That boy is a star in the making!!! Actually…he’s probably in sync with my thoughts and already feels himself a star in his own mind! Crazy that 2 narcissistic dreamers can get along so well!!!
