Does Chanel make overalls?

Some back story is necessary here…I should have known I was about to lead a rather “backwards” life the day I graduated from Sears Charm School…sounds kind of like an oxymoron, doesn’t it?  This was in Chattanooga in the late 60′s.  I was 14ish…walking around the room in white gloves with an etiquette book on my head…trying desperately not to drop it…what the significance of keeping the book on my head was..I had no idea.   I suppose some of that “poise” did come in handy years later when I had to walk down the “rue” at the Cannes Film Festival in 4″ heels with SEBASTIAN THE CRAB from “The Little Mermaid” movie as my escort.  By the end of the road, with the hem of my dress shredded by his claws/feet…I am sure I was the crabbiest.  

Anyhoo, after years of backstage passes, Hollywood premieres, limos to the Golden Globes and……THE OSCARS, was I ready trade in all those Balenciaga, Armani, Valentino and vintage Chanel gowns for, um, well, a beat up pair of overalls and a flannel shirt…you bet.  Ebay was about to have a heyday.

“Hills, that is, swimmin’ pools, movie stars”

Unfortunately, I started my adventure before I started my blog..so let me bring you up to date…………..

I remember as a kid in Tennessee watching the show “The Beverly Hillbillies” and wondering what that life would be like…then I lived it.  Through a series of events..and husbands, I found myself married to a Hollywood movie executive, rubbing elbows with the stars, and living smack dab in the middle of Beverly Hills.  Harrison Ford was my buddy, Drew Barrymore was AT MY HOUSE for dinner (she doesn’t eat meat, garlic or mushrooms, so try to make a decent meal) , Sophia Loren made homemade spaghetti for us (barefoot in a Chanel suit)…by the way …Harrison’s favorite song is “sittin on the dock of the bay”…like I cared…which I did.  I kinda got caught up in the whole Hollywood life and lost touch with reality, my family and myself.   Anyhow, it was a long way and a long time from the catfish farm in Tennessee to the “Hills of Beverly”…this is a story about my journey back….to Tennessee, to my family and to me…in other words…Beverly Hillbillies…only backwards.