Mom's Girl
What must it have been like to grow up around Judy Garland? Now and then it must have been really fun. Now and then sophisticated and heartrending renditions of Over the Rainbow must have drifted from the shower. Or jazz standards of perfect nuance from the kitchen closet, or maybe the liquor cabinet. Not to be snide. Everybody knows Judy had demons. And Liza seems to now.
Growing up around Tippi was probably somewhat more normal, except during bird migration season. Maybe they went to Capistrano every year to shoot swallows. Both good actresses, Tippi probably a little better. Wonder how well she knew Al H.
It must have been a little goofy around this household, don't we think? Mom, can you drive me to the soccer game? Oh honey, I'm having work done that day. Anybody who criticizes Goldie for work done is just jealous. And she's a powerful producer in Hollywood. If anybody has it all, she does. Kate will too.
The Judd bathroom must have been loaded up with hair products and I imagine everything stopped if someone started to sing. Everyone would have to join in, each in their own harmony line. It would be like living with a CD going at all times. Not a bad thing.
I picture Blythe and Gwynneth sitting down for breakfast and casually doing lines from Macbeth. Sliding into heavy dramatic scenes all over the house. Blythe in the laundry: "Out out damn spot!"
Gwynneth: 'Tis a far far better thing I do than ever has been done, aw shit, how does that go, Mom?"
Blythe: "Hang on--we're having a bumpy ride. Christ, I forget that too. Did you buy marmalade?"
Some households you just KNOW were goofy. This daughter,once playing with a toy squirrel, was overheard saying "and now the squirrel gets up on the table and sings 'Oklahoma!'." We learn what we see.
I am putting this here for no reason. It's Tom and Katie on their wedding day, just outside the main entrance of Hades. Someday when I am dead, she will write a tell-all book and get more for it than any writer ever has. Sigh.
A bientot
love,
becky
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