Since I was a kid I have been obsessed with Hollywood, stars, fashion, makeup you name it. I love it. Not a mild obsession... No a full blown almost stalker like obsession. I love it all. The drama, the comedy, the everything all encompassing goriness that is THE OSCARS!
Yes like hundreds or millions of little girls (and most gay men) I too have given the speech of Hollywoods most coveted award. The golden man himself. Using my hair brush... Telling Joan who I wearing (and because in my head I'm multitalented I made my own frock). The jewels, Harry Winston of course... The shoes, the bag. The whole gamut. Do I need a stylist... Do I look like I need a stylist!? Hell no!! I AM a stylist!! :)
Enter wistful sigh. Yes I have done it all. Now I settle with having my entire day be scheduled by the all mighty television and follow E from morning till the Oscars are on. I love to watch the red carpet. I love the hair styles (yay Reese Witherspoon) I love the shoes (those Giuseppe shoes were to die for) the dresses (too many to name).
I sat on my couch and ate and watched and drooled and cried. I screamed with laughter and rolled my eyes. And that was just the red carpet!? Don't ask me who won... Besides Anne Hathaway (with the unfortunate darting) I really don't remember... Ask me the dresses now that I can spout off!
Long live the Oscars and the fashion that comes out of it. The hairstyles, the jewelry. Oh yeah.. And the talent ;)
Until something wicked blows this way... Happy movie watching.
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