SAG-AFTRA 100th Episode Panel: The Back-Up Plan
Grimm just aired its 100th episode, which means I have had steady employment with an unbelievably awesome group of people for five years now. In honor of this milestone, SAG-AFTRA invited us to host a screening and panel at their headquarters and NBC lined up some press (literally), so we took our act on the road once again, this time to LA.
This wasn't a typical red carpet situation, but the interviews and photos would be used a bunch AND we'd been invited to dinner by head of NBC Bob Greenblatt and our network executives post-screening. It was therefore VERY important that my look was more "fresh-faced network darling" than "overtired-straight-from-the-airport-mom-of-an-infant-who-still-won't-sleep-through-the-night". We all had high hopes that Bob would announce a Season Six pick-up at the dinner. I am a realist, however; if this was to be Grimm's last hurrah, I had to make sure I wouldn't be ruled out for the next Dick Wolf Chicago series in development (Chicago CPA? Chicago Transit Authority? I'm not picky).
I brought Cal, my nanny, and a new DVF dress I'd found on Lyon + Post, an incredible site for those of you who don't have the time or desire to scour department store racks. They basically bring Barney's to your front door. We flew in the morning of the event and the glam squad got to work as soon as we landed at the hotel (The Four Seasons, who presented Cal with his choice of toy car upon arrival. I snagged him a taco truck). I asked makeup magician Andre Sarmiento for a "casual cat eye" after coveting Bree's Atlanta TVFest look, and he knocked it out of the park. Dallin James gave my hair just enough oomph, and with 10 minutes left until lobby call, I grabbed my outfit.
I always forget at least one thing on every trip. This time, it was of the undergarment variety. I am still nursing, and I live in Bravado wireless stretch bras, the most comfortable and user-friendly bfeeding accessory on the market. Work days, however, require a little bit more support and structure so I have a couple awesome underwire Natori bras that Nordstroms converted into nursing bras, both of which were left safe at home in my drawer. The DVF Catherine Dress had a plunging neckline and buttons, and the lack of support had me busting out of the dress in all the wrong places, stressing the poor buttons more than my Chicago CPA character during tax season. This was no way to make an entrance. Luckily, the "fun" shoe option I'd brought (along with my sensible but sassy black Madewell pumps) worked with my trusty APC jeans. The shoes were purchased on massive sale in Telluride, CO, while I was there for the Bluegrass Festival last year. Cal was six weeks old at the time, and these shoes were a total impulse purchase - I bought them the way someone on a diet buys jeans two sizes too small: motivation for me to get out of my postpartum sneaks and sweats eventually. This was the first time they'd been worn (almost a year later, sigh). I had only one non-t-shirt thing in my suitcase, so that's what I had to figure out how to rock. It was this silk sweater I found during the APC semi-annual sale I ransacked on my NY holiday trip. I thought the rich blue shades and large print would photograph well. I made Andre run down to his car to grab the right red for a statement lip to pull in the shoes, which seemed to dress up the entire ensemble. Luckily, LA appreciates denim more than any other city, so I didn't feel out of place on the day.
While Cal hung out at Au Fudge with Hollywood's mini-est moguls, we hung out at A.O.C. waiting on a pick-up from Bob...Which never happened. We are still hopeful, but... Paging Mr. Wolf?
Sweater: A.P.C. $186
Jeans: A.P.C. $195
Shoes: Joie $90
Total Cost of Look: $471