
A month or so ago, at a lovely outdoor wedding for our dear friend Bill (seen above with his pup, Magic, who was in the wedding - note Bill's new wedding Birks!), I dolled up in my vintage Lilly one-shouldered maxi dress (to die for, and I scored it on ebay for $20!!!) and showed off my tan lines (I know, I know tres gauche!).
(See? That's what I'm saying in this photo. I'm saying, "Oh no! Not the tanlines!")



The darling 'Ber and Brett who I don't see enough. Ber, I miss you so.

"Oh," I say, wondering if I'm going to regret engaging her, "Who's that?"
"The lady from the Mamas and the Papas!"
"Um..." I hedge, waiting for the punchline. It didn't come. "Um, do you mean Mama Cass?" I was horrified. By now a small crowd had gathered and I was really hoping for an earthquake or moose sighting or something - anything - to change the course of conversation.
"No!" She was still shouting. "Michelle Phillips!'

Oh. OH. That was ok. That was really flattering, actually. In fact, even though I can't really see it, I was totally ok with the comparison, and decided to feel good about myself for the rest of the night.
Then, just a few minutes ago, I was surfing around on "The Look 4 Less," a totally delightful blog, and I saw this:

It's called, "The Mamas and The Papas Dress" - THE MAMAS AND THE PAPAS DRESS! - and it looks remarkably like everything I've been wearing all summer - including the night of the Mamas and Papas comparison. My guess is that it didn't get its name from the wardrobe choices of Michelle Phillips'.....

* For what it's worth, I'm not a fattist, and I am not judging Mama Cass for her size. In fact, she was a beautiful, talented and successful woman. And the story about her choking to death on a ham sandwich was just a cruel rumor.
3 comments:
i think you are far prettier than MP. and i qualify that b/c i am very opinionated :)
I love the dress and your hair looks so nice!!
No, really, girl blue. I can see it. Especially in that picture you found. Ver' pretty.
"Um, do you mean Mama Cass?"
Good thing I wasn't there, wasn't in earshot, and wasn't trying to swallow a mouthful of red wine when you said that. That would have been ugly. Ver' ugly.
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