Posted on 08/09/03
So many parties, so little frock
The most perfect dress ever. Was that so much to ask for? Was I being completely hysterical, flinging my tearful half-naked self around the private dressing room at Holt's as my personal shopper, Christina, looked on with mounting alarm? Of course I was! But there was good reason -- the opening-night film-festival gala party was starting in 45 minutes, and I still didn't have anything to wear.
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