When Susan invited me to her charming town of Gloucester, Massachusetts, to try on some vintage gowns from her friend, Richard, I thought, “Why not?” I slipped into four stunning dresses, but one glittering sapphire number stole the show. Even though blue isn’t typically my shade, it hugged my curves perfectly and made me feel like a star. Richard, thrilled at the thought of one of his creations gracing the Oscars, kindly offered it as a gift.
Writers in Hollywood often feel like dust bunnies—always around yet seldom welcomed. And let’s be honest, being the spouse of a writer doesn’t exactly add glamour to the equation. As we strolled the red carpet at a pre-Oscars gala, chaos erupted among the photographers, each clamoring for the perfect shot. Cameras flashed like fireworks. I turned to strike a pose, only to realize the attention was on a collie strutting by, the star of a new Lassie film. His fur was impeccable!
Later, while waiting for a pedicure at the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills, a young man approached. “Could you please move? We need that love seat for a shoot with Victoria Gomez.” In a moment, the opulent salon morphed into a surreal, chaotic scene, reminiscent of a Bruegel painting, filled with frantic, desperate patrons. It’s a tough world out there! Just when I thought I was feeling overlooked, I glanced at Victoria and felt a wave of sympathy. Being that stunning must be exhausting, especially when your career relies on it. Suddenly, I was grateful that no one cared how I looked.
Unfortunately, we didn’t manage to capture any good photos from the Academy Awards; a hotel flyer warned us that cameras and phones were prohibited at the Kodak Theatre. A producer friend who snuck his phone in did manage a blurry pic of us with Ken Davitian from Borat, a true gem!
Fast forward five years, and my daughter, Lily, donned the Oscar gown for her senior prom. It suited her even better than it did me, the sapphire hue perfectly complementing her blonde hair and fair skin. The buzz around town was palpable; everyone seemed to know about the dress. At the post office, a woman caught my eye and said, “Your daughter is Lily, right? She’s wearing the Oscar dress tonight!” The following year, my friend’s daughter, Mia, wore it to her prom, and the gown’s legacy continued, trailing Oscar-like excitement behind her. Who knew that a dress chosen for Hollywood would truly shine back home?
While I initially chose that gown for a glamorous Hollywood event, it blossomed into a local legend, proving that sometimes the real magic happens when you bring a little bit of Hollywood back to your hometown.
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In summary, my Oscar gown has had a remarkable life, transitioning from a Hollywood event to a cherished piece for prom nights, bringing joy and excitement to my daughter and her friends.