Now when I say Here We Come, I should say, by way of clarification that while my dazzling diamond designs are going to the star-studded event... I myself, am not.
So when I say "we" I mean we as in my jewels- not actually "we" meaning the physical me.
Now don't get me wrong, seeing a celebrity wearing my jewelry, especially on the Red Carpet, is always exciting and gratifying.
It's just that this year, the first request for NAOMI jewels for the big event came not from a famous actress...but from a high-powered fashion executive and uber-fashionista... who also happens to also be my oldest and dearest childhood best friend.
So...as any loyal, loving bestie might do, (after agreeing to, of course, make any and all of my fabulous jewelry available to her for the magical evening) I immediately had thoughts of my actually going with her. Who better to share such an exciting evening with than your best girlfriend, right?
Well, the thoughts going through my head were a bit like a little movie trailer and in it I could see it all...
Both she and I (let's just call her "Karen" until I clear this post with her later) were walking the red carpet arm in arm... Dressed to kill (she in Armani Prive', me in Vintage Chanel) both of us dripping in my jewelry of course...
Two lifelong friends (well maybe not lifelong but at least since 8th grade when she asked to borrow my lip gloss- which as you know is always how it starts... first it's lip gloss then it's jewelry) anyway, as I say, two "lifelong" friends actually living out their childhood dreams of walking the legendary red carpet.
Flashbulbs popping...both of us doing the parade wave... Brad Pitt accidentally stepping on my train and then apologizing profusely as I laugh it off, knowing that this faux paux will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship between Brad, Angie, my bestie and me...
("...Remember how we all met?!" Angie would say..."Brad almost caused Naomi a wardrobe malfunction on the red carpet!"
"Ha ha ha!" we'd laugh as we all sat around their natural-stone, black-bottom pool sipping ice-cold "still" water (because Angie says that the carbonation in sparkling water causes cellulite) under their newly-installed automatic Evian cool-misters...watching their ever-growing brood of multi-ethnic children swim with the nanny, each periodically coming up for air and yelling"Aunt Naomi! (Aunt pronounced with a short "a"... Aunt, very European) "Aunt Naomi! Look at me! Look at me!"...
As I say, it was like a scene from a movie playing in my head.
As the music swelled in my already swelling head, I literally had chill bumps... (but admittedly it's been a cold winter in Texas) but anyway... This scene is playing in my head (in HD no less) when suddenly...as if the imaginary director- (who had gotten in my head somehow)- yelled, "CUT! CUT!"
...And like Lindsey Lohan in re-hab, I sobered up and snapped out of it, realizing that my BFF "Karen" of course had a devoted and handsome husband at home (who looks great in a tux and I think even owns one)... and as the invite was extended as part of an A-list entourage to include Cindy Crawford and her hubby "Randy" (whom my BFF was suddenly on a first name basis with) I realized that "Neil" ("Karen's" hopelessly star-struck husband) was going to want to go, even though he typically hates a party and is not nearly as much fun as I am.
So, the fantasy of my attending the Academy Awards dissolved like sugar on the tongue... oh so sweet, but gone too soon.
DUH...Naturally, she's taking Neil.
In fact, he's probably already taken his tux out of the plastic, stepped up his daily Sweat with Sly Stallone video work-outs and cut out processed foods entirely in hopes that Cindy Crawford or "Angie" Jolie-Pitt will notice his physique. So...the fantasy was short-lived and I'll watch it on TV again this year.
I'm not going to say I didn't make a shameless plug to my bestie, highlighting the benefits and advantages of my actually going to the Awards with her and my jewels- as her escort, date or even purse holder...If nothing else I told her I could be there just to "style" the jewelry on her (and the now 6 other women from her company whom "Karen" has offered up NAOMI jewels for the evening to) but it was to no avail. My pitch fell on deaf ears (partly because "Karen" had her ipod earplugs in) but that's okay.
I'm really not bitter and just knowing that my jewels will be gracing the red carpet is truly enough for me.
But if you don't mind, I'll hang on to one little fantasy... and here it is:
Fantasy "B"-
Karen and Neil walk the Red Carpet looking absolutely stunning. Flashbulbs pop and the brilliant white flashes of their light reverberate off of the diamonds "Karen" is wearing (which I accidentally leave a tag hanging off of and consequently People Magazine enlarges and features in a photo inset revealing that they are indeed NAOMI Fine Jewelry and there is a mad rush to my salon...)... and as they walk, Neil is aware that starlets like Cindy C., Angie J., Halle Berry and others of their new Hollywood friends... are actually taking a second and third look at this glamorous couple.
They are without a doubt the "it" couple as they hob-nob with the rich and famous.
As all eyes are fixed on the striking couple, Neil is thinking that it's HIM they are looking at, and he is sure glad he did the "Awesome Abs" part of the workout video... but as the imaginary director in my head directs Karen to do (at precisely the right moment)... she turns and winks knowingly to the imaginary movie audience and they (of course) get it...
It's the jewels everyone's looking at.
(Music swells...camera tight shot on NAOMI jewelry) and as they bask in the glow of the evening (and the jewels) I'm at home on my couch, watching the Awards (casually sketching my Fall '12 Collection)... and I'm just happy to see "Karen" enjoying it all.
She's my best friend, after all. I realize that it's enough that my jewels are enjoying the spotlight...and that I don't have to actually have to be there myself...
Because in my fantasy Karen is passing out my business cards with my website and contact info.
Hey, it's my fantasy. :)
