I can't believe the night is here. I've been waiting weeks for this moment. The incomparable Willow Manor Ball is tonight. I'm breathless as I wait for my escort to arrive. I spent the morning having a wonderful two-hour massage utilizing essential oils. Smelling of lavender I was ushered, wrapped in my warm, thick, terry robe, to the manicure and pedicure area of the spa. Don't you just love this blood-red polish?
It goes famously with my Oscar de la Renta gown. Doesn't the model show the lines of my dress beautifully? I bought it after the show, right off the runway. It didn't need much altering because the model and I are the same size:
Such a beautiful bandeau neckline called for a simple chignon, with jewels, of course:
No necklace, the dress speaks for itself. Don't you just love these earrings? Harry Winston is my favorite jeweler:
And a simple little bauble of a ring:
I found just the perfect Manolo Blahnik shoes. The heels won't be a problem because I can dance for hours in six-inch heels. No problem, my feet are superior specimens:
And a gorgeous bag for those few essentials:
I was so excited that my escort was free this evening. He's between films. Of course, I'm used to seeing him in more casual attire. Here he is playing a round of golf right outside our hotel room in Kauai:
Was that the doorbell? He's here! Someone get the door! "Ohhh, hello, dahling!" (drawl, fluttering eyelids)
Is that look for me? I guess the preparations paid off:
Oh, is that for me? It smells heavenly. I will inhale the smell of rose and Hugh all the way to the ball:
What? A kiss? Well, maybe just one.....now what did I do with that fan?
Limo? Of course, I'm ready. Just let me grab my bag. After all, we have some dancing to do!
Won't you join us? It's going to be a fabulous evening!