Conversations overheard in a powder room can be golden. Catch a girl in a mirrored room with a tube of lipstick and her best friend and you'll inevitably get an outpouring of truth. Such was the case on this particular Saturday night. A Saturday night of extremely overpriced posh Mediterranean dining on Melrose Avenue in West Hollywood.
Standing in the huge over sized brass mirror, I worked to powder blot the T zone oils of an extremely hot summer night skin in August. Mirrored compact in hand and bright orange floral sundress, I was feeling pretty confident and on trend in my new pink heels. Now if I could only get this shiny face to cooperate.
Just as I pondered my very ridiculous girl problems, BAM! The door flew open with the frenetic energy of two women on a mission and a gab fest.
Pouncing their designer handbags onto the black marbled counter top, they continued their conversation as if they were the only two in the room. One quick reflection in the mirror and our eyes met. Yep, I was caught. Caught staring. Quickly looking away and back into my purse, I knew I recognized her. Ooooo she was one of my favorites! One more tiny look and I'd be sure. As I glanced again, I zeroed in on the telltale dimples and the voice. It was undeniable. I was now sharing counter space with a star.
Elegantly dressed in white, she wore flowing pants and a jacket perfectly tailored to her petite frame. Yves Saint Laurent or St. John, I thought, either way it was exquisite. Just as famous for her infamous handsome husband as her successful career, I wondered if he was somewhere to be found in the restaurant as well. Just then, she began speaking in that husky voice. To me.
"Excuse me, do you have a mint?"
"A mint?" uh, I'm sorry. I don't, but I have some gum?
"Gum is great." she said as she flipped her blonde hair back while giving her eye a pull upward with her fingertips in the mirror. "Ahh this harsh lighting is hideous!"
Unwrapping the gum, her friend continued with the banter...
"Remember what I said?! It's not the lighting it's the warped world we live in. Don't obsess."
Now actually including me into their conversation the blonde starlet shook her head at me with the sort of look I had only previously seen her portray on the big screen.
"My friend and I have a ritual. We often text one another beautiful photos of Jacqueline Onassis in her 60's or Diane Keaton or even our moms! If we ever get the itch to do something drastic to our faces? A text from one another can really save the day. We're each other's rock. It's important to be reminded what real women with intelligence and immense capabilities look like as they age. L.A. is a strange land."
Yes. Yes it is.
Poof! One door swing and they were gone. It was as if my regularly scheduled life had been interrupted for an important message from the A List Glam Lady Society for 30 seconds of wisdom.
After all, that's what real starlets do. ;)
xo
Birdee Bow
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