And the Winner is.....

Daniel Day-Lewis and his wife, Rebecca Miller! They are the proud recipients of the "Worst Dressed Couple" award! (the crowd roars!)

The catagory could also be titled "What the heck were they thinkin'?" Daniel wore a sloppy looking black tuxedo that was ill-fitted, the pants were miles too long, and he wore brown suede loafers, the kind you would wear on Saturday afternoon to run to the store, not the Academy Awards! Rebecca's dress just,... I don't know, it defied explanation, really. It was a combination of different elements that did not belong together. She wore a gown with a black velvet bodice adorned with jewel-like flowers the size of donuts that went down the front, the shoulders had bright red straps with big bows, the sleeves and skirt were made of black floral lace, sewn over a silver gray colored material, and her shoes were black and white checkered pumps,...(I think I threw up a little in my mouth). Seriously, the designer was playing a practical joke, there just is no other explanation!

Okay,...I've had my fun! (a frustrated fashion designer, me thinks!)

So, did you all watch the Oscars or the pre-Oscar shows? I did catch a little of the Barbara Walter's Special, which, wasn't really all that special as far as I could tell. I also watched Regis Philbin on the Red Carpet, and he was just down right annoying! He was screaming into the microphone to be heard over the noise of the crowd, and then couldn't hear and was misunderstanding what the people he was interviewing were saying to him. I watched the beginning of the Oscars because I like Jon Stewart, and he was funny, but that was about it!

I do wonder why we all (myself included) are so fascinated by the rich and famous? I mean, I admire their acting ability, the writers are talented, producers, cinematographers, etc., but what makes them any more special than say, a heart surgeon? I admire someone intelligent and skillful who holds the lives of people, literally, in their hands. So, why aren't we lined up around hospitals waiting to take their picture or see what they're wearing?

It was interesting, I was watching MTV the other day with my younger son. He was watching My Sweet Sixteen. It's a show about a girl or boy turning sixteen and the party that their parents throw for them. Now, I'm not talking about renting a DJ and springing for some pizza, okay? This girl's parents threw her a party to the tune of $100,000.00. They also bought her a new sports car for her birthday present, and took her shopping for the perfect dress to wear to her party, made by a designer, that cost $10,000.00. Did I mention she is SIXTEEN years old? That is more money than most people spend on a wedding or wedding gown! Heck, that's more than most people earn in a year! And the little darling's reaction to all of this opulence? She was completely dissatisfied. This wasn't big enough, that wasn't the right color, the food was all wrong, etc. I was watching this thinking to myself what a spoiled brat this girl was, and waiting to see what my son's reaction would be. You know what? I was really proud of him! He said, "Wow! I can't believe how spoiled she is! Her parents are trying so hard to make her happy and spending so much money on her, and she doesn't appreciate it." I nodded in agreement. He went on to say, "What a waste of money for one stupid party! They should save that money and use it to pay for her college, or give it to her to buy a house when she's grown up." (That's my boy!) I told him how proud I was that he understood this, and that in life you have to work for what you have, and even if it's not millions of dollars, you should appreciate it and be proud of yourself. Just when you think they're not paying attention, they surprise you!

Now if I can just make him understand why he can't have a plasma tv, his own laptop computer, an i-phone, Air Jordan limited shoes,.... Maybe he'll become an actor or a screen writer one day and attend the Academy Awards. Then he can invite his 'ol mom to be his date! (it could happen!) You know I'll be wearing something FABULOUS, 'cause I don't want you all talking about my dress!