This morning we had THE celebrity sighting of all celebrity sightings. While nomnomnoming at Philippe's, my mom spotted Mr. Huell Howser chatting up the ENTIRE restaurant. As if he were the Mayor of Los Angeles. Which he kinda is.
Huell is the host and producer of the long running so-bad-it's-good California Gold program on PBS. Never heard of him? Congratulations! That means you are not a) nerdy or b) a senior citizen. Sadly, my mom and Mr. D are both. Dorky old farts who looooove to learn the most random California facts.
Don't think I've EVER seen my mom so giddy about taking a picture with a celebrity. She actually orchestrated the whole thing. Huell was incredibly gracious and personable. Particularly looooved taking a picture with Mr. D.
Said he loves anyone who's taller than him. According to my mom, Mr. D was quite shy and in love as Huell chatted him up. I wouldn't know. My mom ordered me back to the line to get the food while they rubbed elbows with Huell. Boo. Why am I Cinderelli?
After breakfast, we got down to the business that brought all three of us to downtown in the first place. Mr. D needed to switch super sweet offices at The Firm. And like suckers who love him, my mom and I volunteered to help.
We might have enjoyed pawing his fancy lawyer stuff and fooling around in his chair too.
In the afternoon, my mom and I hit The Fashion District. Picked up some Tiffany-esque trinkets that go well with real Tiffany rings.
My mom also got perhaps the cutest visor ever. Ugh. How Asian mommy does she look??? I want to eat her face.
I picked up several items for the online store I plan to open next week. (HERE'S A SHOP DIABOLINA SNEAK PEEK - STAY TUNED!) Also scored those neon bras that I'd been hoping to find. 3 for $10.
ALMOST bought this crab fanny pack too. For Peaches. He is forever convinced that fanny packs are making a comeback. I think he would rule NYC in this little sparkler.
In the evening, Mr. D and I went to see the much bally-hooed 500 Days of Summer. Enjoyed it as much as two people who found each other at 18 can. Plus, unlike every other white boy and fashionista, we just do not get the Zoey Deschanel thing.
Sure, she's pretty and talented and dresses well. But she just vibes a fundamental hipster smugness that B-U-G-S. Sorry, Zoey fans. I also thought Summer was a beotch who was careless with someone's heart.
Banana Republic top
Forever 21 skirt
Forever 21 headband
Urban Outfitters sandals
Faux Louis Vuitton bangle
Marc Jacobs clutch
Especially striped dresses.
The skirt felt a bit short today for a lady of a certain age like myself.
The color a little bold.
But I am crazy over bubbles
All I was missing was the redic hat.
Maybe I should borrow my mom's ;)
But when I hang out with Anna I'll just pair my bubble with one accessory: sunglasses.