I started my blog as an online diary. I moved to New York for a job, and I kind of wanted to keep my pictures all in one place. Also, I just love style blogs and wanted to join in on the fun!
I'm not a career woman.
I lisp. My eyes disappear when I smile. My voice is funny. I don't sing like Judy Garland. I don't dance like Cyd Charisse. But women identify with me. And while men desire Cyd Charisse, they'd take me home to meet Mom.
Because of the wealth of fine music spread through the film, working on it held all the fun and excitement of attending a great concert
I always wanted to be a movie star. I thought it meant being famous and having breakfast in bed. I didn't know you had to be up at 4:00 a. m.
So, to prepare for the role, I had to take music lessons, talk to wives who had husbands overseas, and carefully study the reactions and mannerisms of a friend who was expecting.
In real life I'm a poor dressmaker and a terrible cook, anything in fact but the perfect wife.
Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone.
I never dated much in high school or college.
It's interesting because people assume that because I'm famous I know all famous people.
I used to think there was a scientific way to do things. Like a proper way to answer a question or that kind of stuff. It's like, there's not! There's not a method, there's not a science to it.