I am feeling a little bad about calling Oscar de la Renta a jerk.
I mean after all, he is a Dominican,
and the Dominican Republic is on of my favorite places
and it is where Mike went on his mission.
So I am going to retract it, with a brief explanation
and then I am not going to talk about it again,
like you care, right?
So here is the deal.
He was narrating his Spring Fashion Show.
We would walk the runway and then pause near him while he said a few words about our dress.
I was wearing a soft pink, won't ever forget it, chiffon knee length dress
with a scooped, not low, neckline.
As I paused near him, he stuck a long stemmed rose down my top
. . . . right between the girls
and said, "This is the closest you will ever get to Heaven, honey" (??).
In front of about 150 employees of Saks.
I was embarrassed and humiliated.
Oh, and he also liked coming into our dressing rooms when we were undressed.
I am going to cut him some slack on the dressing room thing
because it is very common in the modeling world.
All the models he brought ran around nearly naked and no one, but me, seemed phased by it.
I was uncomfortable, and I stopped modeling for in-house shows.
But it was interesting and great fun for awhile
and I got to wear some truly fabulous clothes and furs and jewelry.
It just wasn't the place for a modest little Mormon girl from Fresno.
I will say no more.
So let it be written. So let it be done.