I was freezing to death my first time in "sunny California" and went to a department store to buy a scarf. A very nice lady struck up a conversation with me and helped me shop. I was pleased that she liked my choices, but I was a little confused because she didn't seem to be a salesperson. She was just friendly, and since I was on my own in the big city, I enjoyed her company.
We talked about this and that. She seemed curious about my life and what had brought me to the frigid state. She suggested sites of interest that I might enjoy during my visit. If I lived around there I would've asked her to join me for lunch, but a man came and took her away. She climbed a podium with "Christie Brinkley!" in 4' letters across the front and I felt a little stupid that I hadn't recognized her. I noticed posters of her on the store doors when I left and felt even more stupid.
I wonder if Christie ever thinks of me? I imagine she seldom meets anyone who doesn't know who she is. I bet she very seldom gets a chance to just be buddies with a regular girl. This happened a long time ago, back when she was on every magazine cover and her husband Billy Joel was always on the radio.
Back home in Ohio, and a lot of years later, I went to a party and was a little disappointed because I heard that Matt Dillon was going to be there, but he wasn't. I spent a lot of the evening talking to a friend of Matt's whom I wasn't interested in because that guy liked to go to exotic places and gamble. I don't gamble. I like my money too much and don't have extra to throw around on chance.
At work on Monday, my intern fell all over herself because I got to meet that guy. She had a full-size shirtless poster of him in her bedroom. I have to admit that I still don't know who he is. He and his brother are both famous for being in some war movie, but I don't watch those kinds of things. Just one more reason I wasn't compatible with him.
I guess the one thing I can offer famous people is anonymity? I'm pretty clueless about entertainment trivia. I know other people are crazy for it, but to me it's mostly fluff for when I don't have something more interesting to do. I watched a PBS show about an entomologist who studies ants, and I thought "I'd love to meet that old man!" Or, you know, Matt Dillon because he's pretty.
This art is from a project I did for Mrs. Fields. There were a lot of parts: wine tubes, bell-shaped boxes, tins, towers of boxes. The whole series did very well, even though my boss fought me every step of the way about presenting it to the customer since she didn't like it. Just goes to show that you've got to sell the salesperson before you can get to the customer. Or sell your own stuff.