So, this little cream number I’m wearing is a vintage piece straight out of my mom’s closet. It is Norma Kamali, maybe from the 90’s. My mom said she can’t remember where she wore it or if she was photographed in it, but if anyone has a memory of this please let me know! How much fun would it be to find a picture of my mom wearing this too!? I get the BEST pieces from my mom’s closet. She has the most incredible taste and she has saved everything.
For this look, I paired it with a stupidly awesome LULU FROST necklace and some insanely high LOUBOUTIN shoes. I don’t usually wear things this short. I am not one to show this much leg and there is nothing like a triple platform LOUBOUTIN to make me feel like I have Naomi Campbell’s legs. Well, I knew these shoes were a risk. I was, after all, hosting the show which means I’m required to actually walk. These are not walking shoes. I explained to my mother the other day that shoes of this nature (She just bought me another pair of stupidly high LOUBOUTINS for my birthday that I have been coveting) are not actually shoes but “foot ornaments/torture devices”. Shoes are made to protect your feet and are for walking, these are good for neither. But what they do do is give you good leg”. So, I knew I was taking a risk with these but the Norma Kamali onesie was the obvious choice to open the show, so I was willing to make it happen. I rehearsed in them and was doing a pretty good job, at least I thought….
Well, when the moment came and Regina and I made our entrance I was feeling confident. I walked out from stage left (after smacking my head into a rafter backstage-I can be so clumsy) and met Regina center stage but once we made our pivot and started our walk towards the audience my foot came out of my shoe. I mean I literally walked out of my shoe. (see picture) THANK GOODNESS I did not fall, but can you say AWKWARD. The entire audience gasped. Can you say AWKWARD AGAIN. OMG! Sweet Regina tried to catch me. I put my shoe back on and declared that we should try that again. Thank God it was a taped show. I hobbled back stage and tried to calm myself and stop the “flop sweat” that was soaking thru my lovely Norma Kamali. The second time out was actually terrifying. I mean you can only start again once and you can only fall once before people really wonder what’s up. And they probably wouldn’t assume it was the shoes. Anyway, I made it to the end of the stage successfully! PHEW!