happy tuesday dahlings.

pardon the jet set accent, but yesterday i got my fancy on, and played posh amongst the oc gentry for a monday afternoon filled with champagne cocktails, bally bags, and runway fashion.

 the orange county chapter of child help, the leading non-profit organization dedicated to helping victims of child abuse and neglect, had their 28th annual fashion show here in newport beach.

 my always splendid, super fashionable friend, the famous, mrs. burns, invited me to be her “plus one.” i couldn’t say “yes” fast enough.

it was an affair replete with charity, jimmy choo, and cheesecake.

first stop: blow out bar.

your ticket getting into these charity events isn’t your name on the list or voucher, it’s whether you pass the sniff test of fresh tressed moroccan oil. hair must also dispatch to the proper volume and height only achieved from a professional blow dry.

already at 8am the swivel chairs were elbow to elbow full of fellow attendees, swapping stories of what they were going to wear and who was going.

after the teasing, spraying, and edification of my sweaty, spin class hair, i moved on to spackle and prefabrication….my face.

i lay at the mercy of my urban decay altar where i cast various spells and black magic witchery in efforts to make under eye circles, spots and wrinkles vanish like boyfriend’s past.

no such luck, but i did manage NOT to look like too much of a hooker.

{you’re welcome mom.}

the shoes were a success!

they matched and went perfect with my dress in hubba-bubba bubble gum pink {mrs. burns forbid me from wearing my favorite, go-to black.}

i wasn’t two steps down our front path when i heard a crunch….only to discover these shoes had been another girl’s favorite too.

PRISCILLA!!!!!!!

one shoe change later, a non-repentant dog condemned to her crate, and a dash down pch, i arrived at the luncheon, raffle tickets in hand, ready to win something grand…i was hoping something along the lines of a facelift or eye job—-judging from the taut necks and jawlines of most attendees, it looked like they were last year’s party favors. so of course i stuffed the ballot.

 the fashion show did not disappoint.

sponsored by south coast plaza we were fed a fanfare of super-fun spring fashion; both men and women.

the models, unfortunately, looked as if they hadn’t been fed in months.

i’m actually starting a charity fashion show to raise money for feeding the models next.

here’s a tiny shot of some of the diane von furstenburg fun {we saw bally, missoni, carolina herrera, dkny, many others…i can’t believe i’m forgetting them all}…i was too distracted by the pretty clothes to film for too long.

at lunch we were properly sobered up with the statistics of the reality of child abuse.

did you know the number one cause of death for young children is child abuse?

i did not.

the united states is one of the worst nations in the world for child abuse.

it kind of made me feel like a loser for all the grandstanding i do about china’s child labor…..

every year, in the united states, there are a reported 3 million cases of child abuse; and even more disgusting, there are over 6 million children believed to be abused each year.

on average we lose 4 to 6 children EVERY DAY to child abuse.

child help supplies assistance with support lines, monetary and educational assistance, and housing to those affected by child abuse.

if you’d like more information or to make a donation please visit their website.

ah.

mrs. burns.

love her.

she was/is the real show stopper.

thank you so much linda for letting me “plus one” you.

i had the greatest time, even if i was a fish out of water…more like a fish in dubai…but the ladies i hung out with were divine, and i’m definitely doing it again next year.