OSCAR, AVA, CANDY JELLY BEANS

Salud, Kids!

For the love of the Dollar Tree, did you happen to catch the recent video zipping all 'round the internet of Candy Spelling and the tour she gave of her humble Los Angeles abode, "The Manor"? You know, the cottage boasting the largest and grandest square footage of any LA residence. Yep, that manor.

Old Hot-Tamale-Candy (picture tongue firmly in cheek here) has given us tiny glimpses into her rarefied world in the past, but this time she shared a little more than the gift wrapping rooms (plural) and her 1,000 china patterns. I learned so very much about the insane and insanely rich from that short clip. For instance, I had no idea one should coordinate the color of jelly beans to match each room in one's square footage. You do that you know when your dining room seats thirty and is acoustically perfect so you can hear a pin drop from one end of the table to the other.

My dining table only seats six, so maybe I should just color coordinate my rooms with little bunches of that crummy penny candy you can buy at The Party Store. I just discovered that candy this past weekend, by the way. I did wonder how often they change that stuff out. The Party Store is fun though, with some decent deals on napkins and, well, party favors. Shocker, huh?

Sweet treats aside, I swear, my cheeply chic self just shivered when I saw that video of Rock-Candy giving that tour with a straight face. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the idiocy of such excess. The richly-rich can seem so pathetically-poor these days. Poor in spirit is the worst.

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Speaking of spirits, after seeing all that Spelling ditz, glitz and glam, I zipped right out and splurged on Moet champagne, the official swill of the Oscars. Yeah, it's not Dom, but I figured anything good enough to bubble on the nose of Meryl Streep is mighty-fine for the champagne flutes I grabbed the other day at Ross for $6.99.

My new mission...finding fun ways to keep the cheeply chic carriage rolling, rolling, rolling...inspired me to honor Hollywood royalty of the past and the memory of two stars who blazed across the screen in, Night of the Iguana. So, I grabbed a camera and hauled two good sports up to the pool deck of our building and snapped away. I think Richard Burton and Ava Gardner would be pleased with the above result, but I think they capture that movie-star-look much better than the originals.

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Even though I haven't seen all the Oscar noms this year, I always love to settle in with some pigs-in-blankets and champagne and gawk at the egos in gowns and tuxedos. Come ON, don't judge me, you know you want to see the dresses and jewels. I keep hoping and waiting for someone to pull a cheeply chic cheek and admit their great-granny made their dress on a Singer sewing machine, from fabric snatched out of the discount bin at JoAnn Fabrics. Now THAT would be original and cheeply-chic worthy.

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Who's gonna win this year? What are they gonna be wearing while giving thanks to all the saints and sinners and cinematographers? Will we care after a few flutes of Moet? Not much, but those pigs cloaked in puffy blankets make it all worth the watch!!

Bye now!
Pamme