I will always be a Joan Ranger.
Joan Rivers passed away last week, and although I never knew her personally, there is this overwhelming feeling that I have lost an eccentric aunt or a favorite neighbor.
My husband can attest to the fact that the awards shows meant nothing to me. All I was interested in watching was Joan Rivers on the red carpet. I couldn’t wait for her Fashion Police recap afterwards.
Imagine how thrilled I was when the show started airing weekly on E!. For the past four years, my Friday evenings have been spent listening to Joan Rivers dish on the dos and don’ts of celebrity fashion.
My daughters slowly became as hooked as I was. We looked forward to hanging out with Joan…and each other. It’s amazing how she brought us a little closer, and boy, did she make us laugh.
When she was brought to the hospital two weeks ago, we were concerned. We kept checking for news and as the days wore on, I tried to explain that it wasn’t looking good, but they had hope.
Last week, I needed to break the tragic news.
There were tears.
I wanted nothing more than to go out and buy the most awful gown. I would be proud to have Joan look down at me and declare me to be the Fash-Hole of the week.
Thanks for all the laughs.